The Demon Professor & the Boy Who Lived

Chapter One.

Harry shrugged down the corridor, going to his first detention with Professor Umbridge. All around his body he could feel the hate pumping around him, making him more and more angry. Purely the sight of her made him feel sick to the stomach.

As he approached the door of her classroom, he knocked, more aggressively than he intended, sending it slamming against the wall, forcing several cat plates onto the floor.

Umbridge''s eyes seem to glow for a moment, as her froggish face grew more disgusting than it was a moment ago (if that was possible.) With the wave of her wand, they were back up, hanging in the same place as before, but the cats were now glaring at Harry, baring there teeth and making their eyes flash with a menacing red.

"Sit down, Mr Potter." She grinned, an evil look twinkling in her eye. "You're not here to have fun."

He decided he'd get it over and done with and sat on he fluffy pink chair opposite her. She waved her wand, and before Harry knew what was happening, ropes had formed around him, tieing his arms and legs to the chair in tight un-breakble nots.

Suspiciously, Umbridge stood up, and slowly moved to behind Harry's chair and began to slowly massage his sboulders. Raising his eyebrows, Harry tried to turn his head to see what was going on, but Umbridge lightly pushed it round.

She tugged out the chair, and walked around so she was facing Harry. She bent down so she was at his height and gave him a tiny grin.

So far, Harry had stayed relatively calm, but as Umbridge began to rub along the inside of Harry's leg, his eyes shot open with shock. He tried to let out a scream, or move away, be he found his body was locked, and this is when he began to panic. Had she put something in his dinner?

Trying to be seductive as she could, she ran her finger up his crotch to his fly. She waved her wand over where she knew his cock would be, and unfroze it. She wanted that bit to work at least, it'd be easier to do what she wanted to him that way.

Finding his zip was quite easy, and so was unzipping it, but what would be difficult would be getting Harry's penis hard. She knew how he felt about her, and she felt the same way. That was what attracted her to him. She didn't enjoy love, she enjoyed hate. Hate and hot hot sex with Harry James Potter.

She tugged off his trousers, and his boxers. One by by the rest of his clothes 'fell' off and created a small heap next to his chair. She could see the pain in his eyes. Their noses met, and she put her small, wrinkled, old hands against his younge, soft cheeks and felt wet just by the touch of his skin.

Pulling off her tights, she knew that was all that needed to be done. The rest was easy. She walked over the her warddrobe and pulled out a pink fluffy whip and matching pair of hand cuffs. Waving her wand, she made sure the door was locked and that nobody could hear in, and she unbinded Harry, making him instantly shuffle in the chair and shout for help.

 Not that anyone could hear him.

Walking behind her pink screen, she pulled off all her clothes. She grunted as she took off her bra. Sometimes the strain was hard for her and even the smallest work-out was like running 6 hundred miles.

After regaining her breath, she strutted out confidently to Harry. It made him scream louder. He knew what was coming to him know.

She was instantly turned on by his naked body making her saggy nipples go rock hard. She slipped her body onto his lap, and slowly began to undo the nots that bound his arms, not taking her eyes off him. He didn't stop crying out or struggling all the same. 

Putting her arms around his back, she put him in the handcuffs and then led him over to her screen which she'd changed behind only moments before. She was not as young as she once was, and could feel the late night chill on her back, so she threw on her fluffy pink dressing gown.

 She bent him over a small chair that had several pairs of mucky underwear and old bra's strewn over them and slowly shooved her wand up his arse hole. Pulling it slowly in and out. At this point she couldn't tell if his crys were of pain or pleasure, but all the same she didn't care. 

After several long and pleasureable minutes of shooving her wand in and out of his arse, she took a tighter hold on the whip that she'd had in her hand all along and slashed it on him hard, and he gave out a sharp squeel of definte pain, making her smile.

She slashed him several times, trying to increase the pain for Harry each time. Once his skin began to bleed, she spun him around and threw him onto the cold floor and forced her lips onto his and began to kiss him. He tried to move his face away and scream, but she had a firm hold and in the end he just gave up and lay there. 

 After a while of forced kissing, she began to grin harry, her hairy mess of a vagina begin to slash hard up and down his penis, and he began to scream again, praying that someone would hear. She was forcing herself on him and after a while Harry coudln't help but cum. Shame filled him as he did so and he coudln't keep it in any longer. Silky beads of water began to fall down his cheeks as she slid up and down his dick, panting softly to herself with her eyes rolling into the back of her head. 

She'd been at him for a good twenty minutes and Harry could tell that she was gettign tired. He hoped with all his heart that it'd be over soon and that he'd be able to go back. Not that he'd be able to tell anyone. He could never tell anyone.

She pulled herself off him, and shooved her vagina into his mouth and began to hump his mouth slowly, cuming all over his face. Harry swore he nearly ended up choking in it, especailly as seen as she was forcing his mouth up into it. 

Finally, it was over for Harry. His whole body felt dead and dirty. After he'd dressed he'd left as quickly as he could possibly manage. For a second he dared look back at her, sat in her chair behind her desk smirking at him.

He slammed the door behind him, and went. 

Back in the office, Umbridge knew that Harry Potter'd never put a toe out of line again.