"So, Professor... what's it going to be? Do you enjoy yourself, or do you not, and everyone thinks you did anyway?" I said, trying to sound confident.
"Mr. Weasley, this is not funny," McGonagall replied with that tone that made me shiver. While she could see my frustration, her irritation at my audacity was equally evident.
"Come on," I said, crouching down.
Using my ability to transform into liquid, I swiftly slid under the desk before regaining my form. Now, I was positioned in front of McGonagall's legs, which I parted with my hands to situate myself between them, looking up at her face, which was a mix of consternation and shock at my actions.
"Seriously, I'm willing to do anything. I'll eat your whole pussy if you want, but don't tell my parents," I said, looking between her legs, at the emerald green of her robe.
"MR. WEASLEY! How dare you?!" McGonagall exclaimed, her voice echoing through the room like thunder. Quickly, she grabbed her wand, clearly ready to unleash a barrage of curses that would make me regret every decision of my life.
Her reaction was completely understandable. After all, in the infirmary, her body had reacted unusually due to indirect contact with the aphrodisiac. At the time, the discomfort had been evident. But now, with my hands holding her legs and my face so close to hers, it seemed she was feeling it again.
She was terrified, and I couldn't blame her. After all, Poppy had already confirmed that there were no traces of the substance left in her system, meaning any desire or reaction she experienced now came solely from within her. That was, at least, what she thought. What she didn't know was that I had already become a master at manipulating the emotions of others, and I had used my [Blood Control] ability to influence her without her realizing it.
I saw her react quickly, ready to defend herself, but my reflexes were faster than hers. My body, strengthened from birth by blood magic and years of training, was more agile and powerful than an average person's. In one fluid motion, I stood up and seized her hands, preventing her from pointing her wand at me.
Her eyes, filled with fury and disbelief, met mine as we struggled. Although I had no trouble immobilizing her, I could feel the hidden power that still resided in those old bones, a strength tempered by decades of experience and magic.
"Professor, just consider the possibility," I said softly, letting my tone take on a pleading note. I looked directly into her eyes, coming close enough for our faces to be only inches apart. I could feel her warm breath, and I knew she could feel mine too.
"Mr. Weasley, let go of me and leave my office," she threatened with contained fury. "I'll act as if none of this ever happened."
Someone of her level could perform wandless magic to defend themselves and could easily counter my grip, but she didn't. Not only did she fear hurting me—although, in this situation, that clearly wouldn't stop her—but she was also afraid. I couldn't quite define it, but I sensed a predatory aura emanating from me, which intimidated her. However, that wasn't the main feeling overwhelming her; it was a perverse excitement, along with a strange longing. Inexplicably, she began to recall her father, that Muggle she once fell in love with, and her late husband.
"Professor," I said, getting closer and closer, "my relationship with my family has already had enough problems. I can't let something that was out of my control destroy what little I have built."
Her gaze was lost as I enveloped her with [Nostalgia], [Ecstasy] and other emotions, confusing her. Taking advantage of her vulnerability, I kissed her before she could process what was happening. The contact brought her out of her daze, her eyes widening in surprise. I pulled her towards me, pressing our bodies together. I felt the rubbing of certain parts against mine, and I didn't forget to use [Ecstasy] all over my body."
Over time, I noticed that the resistance in her hands and the magic accumulating in her wand gradually diminished. I did my best to apply the skills I had learned during the Marauder campaign and all my experience in manipulating emotions. Of course, I didn't forget to use [Drain Life] to weaken her; I wasn't causing her harm, just extracting the necessary strength to prevent her from killing me if she regained her composure.
In the end, my strategy worked, thanks to the element of surprise and her initial hesitation. As we pulled apart, her lips parted in a sharp gasp, her eyes wandered aimlessly, and her body felt dangerously weak, unable to offer resistance.
"Professor," I murmured with a smile, slowly leaning toward her, "let me make up for the trouble I've caused you."
I lowered myself down to my knees in front of her, reaching under her robe and removing her underwear completely, revealing that pussy that had been neglected for so many years. She was still a little weak, but you could see her fear and excitement. I smiled seductively at her before entering her crotch.
She let out a loud moan when she felt my tongue, without any shame, enter inside her, achieving a deep kiss between her lower lips and my mouth. My tongue traveled all over her interior before moving around and starting to taste and play with her clitoris.
The taste was slightly sour, and the wrinkles showed the passage of time, but I didn't care. In fact, unbeknownst to her, I was using my blood magic to slowly rejuvenate her. It wasn't a drastic change, but it was enough for her to notice it herself, even if it went unnoticed by others.
Minerva was regaining consciousness, but at the same time she felt strangely absent. My [Drain Life] had weakened her to the point where she could barely move, or perhaps she simply did not want to. The invasion of her privacy by her student mortified her deeply. However, my skillful movements and the intensity of the contact were awakening in her a cascade of sensations, like an army of ants running through her body, causing undeniable pleasure.
She let out some uncontrollable moans as she forced herself to move her hand over my head to push me away, which she regretted. Pushing me back a little, she could see my face on her pussy and in this state, besides being disgusted, she couldn't help but get excited; enough to shorten the arrival of her orgasm even more.
She could barely contain the pleasure, making her cry. It felt horrible in her mind, but her body was reacting completely differently. Almost instantly as she felt her orgasm approaching, instinctively, her hand, which had previously been pushing me away, now grabbed my hair and pulled me down between her legs as her body shook and she let out howls of pleasure.
My face was thrust into her flesh and I felt the straight-laced, strict teacher turn into a dominant, horny woman forcing me to savor her orgasm hard, with no signs of allowing me to do anything else.
When she let go, I pulled away from her glistening wet pussy, looking up so I could see the agitated teacher with a look of contented satisfaction on her face. She also seemed to realize what happened once she stopped shuddering and lifted her head to look at me.
"I drank it all," I said, sticking out my tongue in the most erotic tone I could use, revealing my entire face covered in her juices.
The teacher seemed to feel a small afterglow of her orgasm before fainting on her chair.
...
I stayed in the professor's office, waiting for her to wake up, which happened about twenty minutes later. During her unconsciousness, I made sure to mitigate any harm I might have caused with [Drain Life].
When she woke up, her first reaction was confusion, thinking she had fallen asleep during work. But upon seeing me sitting at her desk, with a smile on my face, still showing traces of our activity, and the sense of freshness from not wearing underwear, she seemed to awaken to a new reality.
Her reaction was not small, to say the least. Fortunately, I had left a clone guarding the door and notifying that the professor was unavailable; otherwise, if someone had found her like this, we would be in serious trouble. It took a lot of effort to calm her down, although saying she was "calm" wouldn't be entirely accurate.
"HOW?! How could you?! How could I?!" she screamed, both at me and at herself, so loudly that it could have been heard outside the office if it weren't for the soundproofing charms.
"Calm down, nothing bad happened. You enjoyed it, didn't you?" I asked calmly, keeping a prudent distance.
"How can you say that?!" she shouted at me, but soon looked down at her hands, feeling that the worst emotion overtaking her now was self-loathing. "How could I do this?"
"I don't know. I was surprised too. Maybe the aphrodisiac hasn't completely left my body. Madame Pomfrey said it should be gone in a few days, but it shouldn't be serious enough to prevent me from leading a relatively normal life."
"For Merlin's sake…" she said, hugging herself, unable to avoid a deep repulsion toward herself, questioning her own existence.
"Come on, Minie, we both had fun. You enjoyed it, and I got rid of the possibility of my parents finding out," I said casually.
The professor looked at me with utter disbelief. My audacity had already surprised her before, but never to this extent.
"Do you know what you've done?!" she screamed at me. "I can't teach anymore…" she cried.
"Why not? You're an excellent teacher," I said, moving closer, but she pulled away.
"I just… did that with a student… and I enjoyed it!" she shouted at me, furious and in tears. "I can't stay at the school knowing something like that could happen again. The students aren't safe with me."
I looked at her, so dejected, and couldn't help but feel bad. She loved Hogwarts and teaching; it had been everything to her for so long. For her to now consider herself a danger to her students, a sexual predator, was too much to bear.
"Isn't it easier to believe that the aphrodisiac in my body transferred to you through our kiss?!" I said, trying to offer her an escape. I really didn't want to cause her this harm, although, if she decided to leave Hogwarts, I would likely abduct her for my [Fief]. "It made me, a young man who loves his girlfriend, throw myself on my professor. Why wouldn't it work the other way around?"
McGonagall stopped dead in her tracks when she heard me, considering the possibility. She knew that aphrodisiac was extremely potent; the night before, when it indirectly touched her, she spent the night awake, trying to relieve the heat consuming her. It didn't seem far-fetched, if not highly probable, or at least she could believe it. Only I knew my statement was almost eighty percent false.
"It's not like you jumped on me, professor. Calm down. You are an exemplary woman. I don't want this accident to ruin your life. Hogwarts without you wouldn't last a month," I said in a soft, reassuring, and sincere tone. "Let's act like this mistake never happened."
My words took some time to take effect, but gradually they managed to calm her. However, the hatred she felt toward me didn't completely dissipate; it intertwined with other conflicting emotions.
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