Harmione One Shots

Pursuit of Professor Potter

Summary: Hermione has wanted Professor Potter since he first started as the seventh year defence against the dark arts teacher. She knows he wants her too. If she needs to give him a little push so be it. She might not be able to handle how hard he pushes back though.

Ship: HarryPotterxHermioneGranger

All credit goes to dancingonmoonlight on Ao3

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Hermione knew he wanted her. It was clear from the heat in his gaze when he noticed how short her skirts were — she'd been transfiguring them shorter. It was obvious in the tone of his voice every time he spoke to her. He didn't do anything though. She knew why, and intellectually at least she understood it was wrong; she was seventeen and his student and he was thirty five and her professor. Yet still, she couldn't stop fixating on him.

Professor Potter had started as the new seventh year defence against the dark arts professor at the beginning of the year — he was taking a year off from his auror duties, and as one of the most powerful and competent wizards in Britain was more than qualified — and had immediately become a fixation for many students. He was tall and handsome with a sharp jawline dusted with dark stubble, and it was obvious even fully dressed he was well built with the line of his lean muscles visible when he moved. He had a generous bulge that never failed to draw her eye, and a tight ass that she admired every time he turned to the front of the class. His deep voice had a commanding tone that got her wet every time he spoke to her. He had an air of competence and dominance about him that made her want to kneel at his feet.

She was hardly the only girl to notice him but she was certain she was the only one he'd noticed in return. That's why she had started raising her hems, tightening her blouses, and wearing light makeup to enhance her beauty. She wanted him too much to care that it was wrong.

She tried to blow off steam by dating a Slytherin in her year — Draco Malfoy. He was hot and objectively great in bed, but he wasn't Potter. As much as she had fun with him, every time she came she thought of her professor and wondered how much better he would be. It wasn't a serious relationship — at least not for her. Finally, she'd decided to try to get a rise out of him. That's what had led to last week, when she'd convinced Draco to help her break into Potter's office and have sex on his desk — perfectly timed for his return. He'd opened the door quietly enough that Draco hadn't noticed and he hadn't said a thing. He'd stood there watching them with intense, heated eyes. Draco had her on the edge of the desk facing the door but him facing away. She'd looked right in the Professor's eyes as she came around Draco's cock, and had seen the large bulge in his trousers. Then he'd simply left, without alerting Draco to his presence at all. Hermione had been wet the whole week since, thinking about it constantly. The look on his face, the size of that bulge.

Professor Potter resolutely refused to acknowledge her the whole next lesson and her heart sank until, finally, at the end he addressed her. "Miss Granger, stay behind. We have something to discuss".

Her classmates filed out leaving Hermione alone with him.

"Sir I-".

"Don't speak and follow me" He told her curtly. There was that command in his tone and Hermione's mouth snapped closed.

She meekly followed him to his office and she looked at the desk Draco had fucked her on the other day. Professor Potter closed the door and she gulped when he warded it against entry and sound leaving. He walked to the desk and pulled out the large brown leather armchair behind it, angling it sideways and sat down. She took in the wide spread of his long, lean thighs leading up to that large bulge, the breadth of his chest as he stretched his arms out and the arrogant tilt of his chin.