Harry Potter-Lavender Brown/Reader

This isn’t what you expected when you became a teacher. You’ve always been surrounded by pretty girls all over the place at the various campuses through the Muggle world and the wizard societies from behind the scenes, young things fit and trim and in the springtime of youth. So many of them all in one place, in the back of your mind you thought it was like dying and going straight to heaven. But what with the age difference not to mention your professional responsibilities, you know you gotta keep it under control. Been doing that for a good thirty years, people have almost mistaken your willpower for a saint. Being a bachelor isn’t so bad, not when you make money like this.

That all changed when you came to teach at Hogwarts. Specially in the case of the Brown girl. Blonde spunky and filled out in all the right places. She always seems to be smiling at you in particular. Haven’t been with a woman in so long and this girl gives you the eyes that makes you feel like the luckiest guy alive. Pretty soon you were starting to look forward to going to work if just to see her.

You were able to keep it together though. So much so that when the big exams came up, you had no problem accurately grading her test. In this case, she flunked and she flunked hard. Had the lowest score in the whole class.

She wants to meet with you after class to talk about it. All the kids are rich and famous, you thought you had it under control. If they have something to complain about, that’s on them. Being a teacher at a big school in the wizard community comes with certain privileges.

Namely immunity from kids looking to start trouble. Especially when you’re tenured, generally speaking only two things can get you fired in this business. Moral turpitude in this case taking advantage of students, and being generally incompetent. You’re not gonna risk any of that when you see your paycheck at the end of the week.

But this isn’t what you expected. Alone in your office, Lavender was looking as alluring as usual. In the standard Hogwarts uniform like all the other girls, but then again, not like that’s a bad thing. That short skirt never left much to the imagination showing off those long creamy legs, deep down you’ve imagined what it would be like to throw this girl onto your desk and touch them, feel and kiss the softness of her inner thighs before going down on that pussy. What a fantasy it would be to do that.