"Your room is a bit austere," Aurora confessed.
Harry pulled off his coat, hanging it over the back of one of the chairs that came with his Hogwarts quarters. He hadn't redecorated at all, satisfied with the bare-bones but effective layout he'd been provided with. He supposed she had a point, with its uncluttered white walls and empty shelves, but he didn't have many possessions to be decorating with. Besides, he knew the truth.
"You just mean I can't see the stars," he said.
Aurora had her hands linked behind her magnificent bum, her robes still slid dangerously low on her shoulders as she walked through his room.
"You say that like it's a small thing," she said. "I think it's rather major. Don't worry. If you ever feel the hankering, you can just swing by my room, and I'll be happy to show them to you."
Harry was rolling up his sleeves, hooking them over his shoulders. "And I can pay you back in massages, apparently. Lie down."
Aurora looked over her shoulder with the smallest of smirks. "On your bed? One might think you were trying to take advantage of me, Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes and waved his hand. Aurora let out a shrill squeak very uncharacteristic for her deep voice as her toes levitated off the ground. Her body turned in the air, dropping down on the bed on her stomach.
"A bit of warning would have been pleasant," she said.
Her brow was slightly furrowed as she looked at him, searching for his wand but finding his hands empty. Aurora didn't have long to wonder about the trick, because Harry was already above her, and soon his hands dug into her back through her robes.
"Ooh!" Aurora said. "You're… You're good at that, for someone who didn't sound very confident outside.
Harry's hands worked their way up her back, kneading the outside of her robes and stimulating the muscles underneath. It was nothing fancy, far from the work of a trained professional, but it would at least feel quite good.
"I've picked up some skills across my life."
"What kinds?"
"A bit of this, some of that, quite a lot of a few things, and very little of others."
Aurora groaned with pleasure as Harry reached a knot in her back and broke it up. "That answer tells me absolutely nothing."
"It does, doesn't it? I don't want to spoil the surprise. Isn't it better discovering my talents first hand? Massaging now… Cunnilingus before that…"
He reached her neck, his hands making the jump to touching Aurora's bare skin.
"You really don't have any shame," Aurora said ruefully.
"I find life to be more fun without it, personally."
Harry grasped Aurora's robes and pulled them down to her waist without any hesitation, as if proving his point. Her smooth, dark, unblemished back was revealed, her breasts hidden against the bed. He began working his way down her back again, this time feeling the warmth of her skin against his palms. As he rubbed her back, his fingers slid far down her sides, prodding the edges of her breasts. The groans Aurora was releasing changed slightly, bordering on moans.
Harry took his time, pressing his fingers into every inch of her torso. Her mum wasn't completely wrong when she talked about Aurora needing something like this— he'd already broken up more than a few knotted muscles born of hunched stargazing. But the longer he went, the more daring he became. His fingers brushed the hem of her bunched-up robes, slowly pushing them further down her waist. He watched Aurora repeated clench and unclench her toes, anticipation building up for when he would take things further.
He made her wait. His thumbs pushed extremely gradually against the area around her waist, feeling out where her lower back started to slope up. Harry kept going, inching her robes up and over her backside, and only when the majority of her ebony cheeks were revealed did he speed up: tearing the robes the rest of the way off her legs and casting them away.
"Oh, dear." Harry dug his fingers into the cheeks of Aurora's now-exposed arse. "It's so tense down here! I have my work cut out for me to handle this."
He put his body above hers, leaning forward and pressing down with his weight behind it, digging his thumbs in as deep as they would go. The answer was very deep. There seemed to be no end to the softness of Aurora Sinistra's below-the-belt treasure.
Aurora had buried her face in the pillow she was resting on. This smothered most of her noises, but some were too loud to contain. Harry derived great pleasure from hearing more and more of these uncontainable moans escape as he increased the pressure on her.
After a few minutes of vigorous massaging, Harry let go and stepped back. He rubbed his chin, looking at Aurora's naked body appraisingly, and caught her peeking at him from the pillow.
"Is something wrong?" she asked, sounding breathless.
"No, not at all," Harry said. "I just think that, for the next part, I ought to get a different angle."
He stepped forward again, climbing onto the bed and immediately straddling Sinistra's lovely thighs. He grasped her backside again, this time doing so from below, massaging her skin. Getting a good grip, he pulled her back, mashing her crotch against his groin.
"Oh!" Aurora exclaimed.
Harry held her there, grinding against her. His bulge rubbed Aurora's crotch through their clothes, stimulating her and causing a noticeable reaction from her body. As her slickness grew, so did Harry's eagerness, while his self control buckled.
"I think I've done all that I can on the outside," he said.
"Meaning?" Aurora whimpered.
Harry smiled. He let go of her to snap his fingers, Vanishing his clothes. It would be a bit troublesome to conjure them back later, but right now, he was in a rush. His cock was freed, bobbing down and slapping against Aurora's body. Harry picked up where he left off, grinding against her, now able to feel every bit of the moistness around her entrance.
Then, he pushed his tip against her and thrusted in.
It was just as tight a fit as it had been the last time. Aurora was incredibly tight, and the feeling of colliding with her bum and letting it jiggle against his stomach was divine. Harry planted his palms on Aurora's shoulders, massaging them while his dick did the same to her insides.
Aurora wrapped her hands around the pillow that her head was on, burying her face into it to muffle her moans. Harry's body pounded against her from above in rhythmic ways. Even this was relaxing, albeit in an intense way. His thumbs dug into her shoulder blades, rubbing her muscles to help them unwind.
He could tell his hands were having an effect, too, because when they made headway against a stiff portion of her back, Aurora orgasmed. There was a wet rush, followed by a clenching around his length. Harry gasped, forcing himself not to get too excited and speed up.
He didn't have to go particularly fast. His thrusts were consistent and each one stretched Aurora out in wonderful ways. His fellow teacher couldn't get enough. The consistency was good for his stamina, too, keeping him from burning out quickly and needing to switch positions. They remained locked together with Harry on top for the better part of thirty minutes before his core muscles forced him to change something. Harry slid onto the bed beside her.
He hooked his arm underneath the back of her knee, lifting one of Aurora's legs and rolling her onto her side. As her face turned away from the pillow her moans filled the room. There had been three more orgasms after her first, each of them hitting harder than the one before it.
While Harry held her leg up, his other hand slipped under Aurora's side, moving down her stomach to reach her crotch. His thumb dug against her clit while his dick continued pumping into her.
"Ursa Major almighty!" Aurora moaned. "Is there no end to your tricks?"
Harry nipped the base of her earlobe and tugged on it, tipping her over the edge into another orgasm.
Harry lasted another ten minutes in this position, during which he drove her to cum an additional time. The longer they fucked the further Aurora pushed her head back, until her hair was pooled against Harry's shoulder. It was a position that he used to bite and suck on her neck. Finally, Harry pulled his lips away, leaving her a slight hickey to remember his touch by.
"Completely academically," he said in a strained voice, "where would be the best place for a man to cum right now?"
"Anywhere outside," Aurora moaned.
That was easy enough. Harry gave her clit another sharp flick—eliciting a final orgasm from her—and dragged his cock out of her depths just as a load sprayed out.
The length of their session had given plenty of time for it to grow, grow, and grow some more. He came forcefully, emitting a seriously large quantity of cum. His balls contracted, spraying spunk all along Aurora's front. It hit her stomach, pooled above her breasts, dirtied her neck, and some even struck her in the face. Aurora blinked, part of her dreadfully surprised while the rest of her was still stuck on the pleasure from her orgasm. Harry quickly Vanished it all before she could start feeling too sticky.
They both caught their breath after the better part of an hour stimulating each other's bodies. The hand that had been on Aurora's clit slid up to her hips while Harry set her leg down, pulling her against his chest. Aurora wiggled to snuggle in against him, enjoying each other's warmth as they took their respite.
Slowly, Aurora took notice of something trapped between her thighs.
"Is it still hard?"
"It is," Harry admitted, "but if you're too tired—"
"No! Or I mean, I just need a short rest. But after that…"
Harry chuckled, stroking her side. "I was hoping you'd say that."
"If I'm missing stargazing for this," Aurora said, "I should at least get all that I can out of it. So as not to be disappointed."
"Of course," Harry said, rolling her onto her back.
Almost an hour later when they did call it quits for good, snuggling in the dark and drifting off, Harry could confidently say that Aurora had gotten more than enough to leave her without any complaints. If he was feeling bold, he'd admit he even expected a follow-up session.
Sooner rather than later.
O-O-O
The next morning, when they arrived together for breakfast, nobody ever suspected that it was because they'd spent the night in the same bed.
Well, Harry did get a slightly funny look from Professor Vector, but it wasn't outright accusatory. Just mildly suspicious.
Harry gave her a friendly smile in return, and she went back to her breakfast.
Harry ate quickly enough, and when he was done, set to shuffling playing cards in his lap. They were completely ordinary— so much so that the box still had its three dollar price sticker stuck to the front.
"There are enchanted versions that do that work for you," said Professor Babbling, the woman with graying hair and wrinkles around her eyes who taught Ancient Runes.
"I know," Harry said. "But don't you think there's a charm in doing it by hand?"
"Not particularly, no."
Harry laughed, casting his eyes toward the kids eating at their house tables.
"I don't expect my students will see it either," he said.
Directly after breakfast, Harry had a lesson with what was quickly becoming his favorite class. He wouldn't admit that out loud, of course, but it was true nonetheless. Though he was nervous the first time he had to teach the fifth years, that had quickly turned to excitement. It was just more fun teaching students he truly knew well, and it was an added bonus that he found them more receptive to his lessons than any of his other classes.
Harry sat behind his desk, idly shuffling his deck of cards and nodding to students as they filed in. The longer he sat there, the more intricate his shuffling became, incorporating several tricks. Another of those talents he hinted at to Aurora.
"Blimey you're good at that!" Ron said as he entered alongside Neville and Hermione. "How are you doing it?"
"Dexterous fingers," Harry said. "And thank you."
When the desks all filled, Harry collected the cards in an organized pile and set them down. He leaned toward the class, resting his elbows on the desk and steepling his fingers.
"Good morning, class. If I'm not mistaken, I believe you read chapter five for today?"
He got a chorus of affirmative answers spoken in a variety of volumes. He also saw Ron shiftily looking at the floor out of the corner of his eye.
"Three points from Gryffindor for not doing the reading, Mr. Weasley," Harry said.
"But I didn't say anything!" Ron exclaimed. "And I even complimented your card tricks, too!"
"That's true," Harry said. "One point to Gryffindor for that, then. Flattery will help you in life, but only if you handle your responsibilities at the same time."
Ron grumbled at that but didn't argue. Hermione looked like she wanted to give him a smug look, but was mildly scandalized by Harry's tip about flattery.
"So, chapter five!" Harry clapped. "'Muggle Recreation and Merriment Practices.' Did anything stick out from it?"
"Poor sods don't even have Exploding Snap," joked Terry Boot.
The class laughed, but Harry noticed Justin Finch-Fletchley glaring at him for the condescending tone Terry took.
"They've got alternatives though, don't they?" Harry asked.
"Some, I guess," Terry said.
"Name them."
The boy shifted in his seat, having hoped he could crack his joke and sink back into the crowd. He clearly felt somewhat singled-out, making his voice hesitant. "The textbook said… They play sticks. Plus those little plastic things that look like people. And books, too! Ones with lots of pictures."
All of those, no matter how vague the entries, were indeed among the sections in the chapter. Plastic people meant action figures, while sticks… Harry honestly wasn't sure. His best guess was that the author had seen a few Muggle children playing in the woods once, and extrapolated their made-up game to be a common practice
"One point to Ravenclaw," Harry said, because Terry's answer was exactly what he'd read. "Let's focus on the last one. Do you remember anything more about those books?"
"They've got pictures on every page," Terry reported. "Each one has a little bit of words on it, like a caption. They're huge in the Muggle world."
"Why is that?"
"The book didn't say, Sir. But…" Terry glanced nervously at his half-blood friend, Michael, sitting beside him. "I mean it kind of implied they couldn't pay attention for long, didn't it?"
"That's ridiculous!" Justin said, unable to hold it in.
"Completely," Harry agreed. "In any case, four more points to Ravenclaw for a correct answer."
"I'm not wrong?" Terry asked.
"You aren't," Harry said. "The author, however, is. Muggles have plenty of ordinary books. As many as we do in fact. Kids play with sticks, but did any of you never once play in the woods as a kid?"
It was meant to be rhetorical, but Daphne Greengrass raised her hand. Harry cleared his throat a tad awkwardly.
"Anybody not from an old pureblood family," he clarified.
Daphne set her hand down, her expression unchanging.
"What I'm getting at is that the book's view is simplistic," Harry said, "and to prove it, we're going to play a game! Accio cards."
The deck of cards flew into his hands. Harry pulled seven of them off of the top, holding them in his hand.
"The rules are simple. Each of the players will draw seven cards. When it's their turn, they ask another player if they have any cards of a certain number— but it has to be the number of a card they have themselves. If you get two cards of the same number, you put them down as a pair and earn a point. Whoever has the most points when the deck runs out wins."
"Professor," Hermione said, "you're describing Go Fish."
Harry beamed. "That's right! I know it's a bit simple, but you don't have to be a kid to enjoy it. Sometimes, the classics are the best."
"That's it?" asked Parvati. "There's no other features? The cards don't explode? Nothing spits out any kind of ink at the losers?" She squinted at the cards he was holding up. "The pictures don't even move."
"True, true, and true again. Now, I want all of you to deliberate! We'll have four players — one from each house — and they'll be playing for… let's say fifteen points."
The prize at the end got some people whispering, but not everyone had been won over.
"You're sure this is actually fun?" asked Ernie Macmillan.
"Buckets of it," Harry promised.
Harry got a very polite nod, accompanied by a dubious look that said, I'll believe it when I see it.
O-O-O
Ernie slammed his hand on the desk in front of him. "I was sure she was holding sixes!"
He wasn't even the player, just one of the Hufflepuffs crowding behind Justin Finch Fletchley. Justin had been picked for past experience with the game, the same reason that Hermione was sitting to his left with the Gryffindors behind her. Under Harry's supervision, four desks had been pushed together in the middle of the room for the players to play around. The deck of spare cards sat in the center, but it was getting dangerously low. Most of them were already in play.
In addition to Justin and Hermione, Terry Boot had been volunteered as the Ravenclaw player. Slytherin had a clear lack of choices, but Daphne Greengrass elected to play over Blaise Zabini, who was nonetheless sitting behind her nodding.
Daphne wasn't just playing, either. She was lapping the competition.
Only Hermione was anywhere close to keeping up. Terry was losing badly, but still seemed determined to catch Justin, who was only doing marginally better himself. Hermione and Daphne sat on opposite sides of the table cutting very different figures. Hermione was frowning and muttering to herself, looking between her cards and her opponents while her fellow Gryffindors called out encouragement. Daphne and Blaise were silent. Daphne looked nowhere but at her own cards, and even that she did dispassionately.
Daphne had three cards in her hand, and was two points ahead. For Hermione to catch up she had to get a point here— and it was her turn now.
Hermione was silent, eyes darting over the four cards in her hand as she tried to choose which one to ask for.
"Daphne," Hermione said. "Do you have any…"
She hesitated. Ron leaned in, whispering slightly too loudly, "Ask her if she's got any sixes!"
Daphne's eye twitched.
"Sixes!" Hermione said triumphantly. "Do you have any sixes!"
"I have nothing of the sort," Daphne said.
While the Gryffindors let out a collective moan as the game slipped away, Harry cleared his throat.
"That's not what we say now, is it?" he said.
Daphne looked at him. There was no emotion in her eyes— nothing. Each blue pupil was as cold and barren as the arctic tundra. Harry smiled, urging her on.
"You won't get the house points if you don't say it."
For a moment, Daphne's look sharpened into a glare. She lowered her eyes back to her cards.
"...Go fish," she muttered.
"There you have it!" Harry said, having to raise his voice to be heard over the clamoring students who had all turned to each other chatting as the game ended. "Slytherin is your winner for today!"
"Can't we do a rematch Profesor?" pleaded Fay Dunbar. "I want to try playing, and we've got plenty of—"
The bell rang, calling an end to the period.
"—time," Fay finished lamely, blushing. "It's that late already? I thought… Well, nevermind."
"You can still have a rematch if you want," Harry said. "It won't be for house, so I suppose it's not quite the same, but I arrived prepared today prepared."
He waved his hand toward his desk, where a stack of playing card decks had appeared at some point during the game.
"If you think you'd like to play again, go ahead and take one. They're on me," Harry said. "I can even give you some more complicated games to play if you get sick of Go Fish. But for now, it's time I let you go. I'd hate to hold you up from getting to your next class."
As students stood up, talking with each other and gathering their things, Harry smiled. He summoned the scattered cards together, pushing them back into a stack, and replaced the four desks they'd been using with a swish of his wand. By the time he was done nearly all of the students had gone, and he was pleased to see that so had most of the complimentary card decks.
"You know Ms. Greengrass," Harry said, "if you're looking to exact a brutal revenge for the embarrassment I put you through, you should really wait for a better chance. If I disappear now the motive is too obvious."
Daphne, the last student in the room, hadn't moved since gathering her books into her back. She was just staring at Harry's back.
"Professor," she said. "Those Muggle books full of pictures. Are they really as popular as the textbook claimed them to be?"
Harry turned to face her, leaning on the front of his desk. He wasn't sure what was motivating Daphne to ask such a question, but he decided to give her the most comprehensive answer he could.
"I suspect that what the textbook's author encountered was a children's book," Harry said. "They're used to help Muggle kids learn to read, combining words with images so that they can build the right associations. Almost all kids use them at some point, so I suppose they are popular, in a sense, but certainly not with adults like the book implied."
"I see," Daphne said.
She shouldered her bag, beginning the walk to the door. Although her expression never changed, Harry thought he sensed a feeling of disappointment coming off of her.
"However, that isn't all that's out there."
Daphne stopped.
"There are also comics," Harry said. "They use pictures and speech bubbles to follow characters and tell their stories. These are popular with older kids, teenagers your age, and even some adults. Then, there are graphic novels. They're comics, but usually a bit more complex, and billed for an older audience. I wouldn't exactly call them popular now… But trust me, they're on the rise."
"I see," Daphne said again, and although it was the same words she used before, Harry felt they came across very differently. "Thank you for your time, Professor."
As he watched her leave, Harry couldn't help but notice a minor detail he never had before. Almost every aspect of Daphne's appearance was perfectly groomed, from her hair to her face to the condition of her school robes. But as he squinted, Harry spotted one slight blemish. There were ink splotches along the bottom of her dominant left hand.