A soft knock earned an automatic reply from the woman grading papers. The moment he entered the room Grace nearly froze in surprise. True, she had known that Harry did seem to support her, chose to eat with her, and at least openly claimed to be on her side, but with all the evidence pointing towards her guilt…
She wouldn't have blamed him in the slightest if he chose to distance himself. Yet here he was, entering her living quarters and closing the door behind him.
"How are you?"
Riddle stared for a moment, before letting out a slight chuckle, "I'm doing well, how has school been for you. I trust your classes are still as easy as you remember?"
This time it was Harry who stared back, eyes piercing through her in a way few others could manage. "You don't need to be fine you know. With all the crap going on I would understand if you were upset."
Letting out a sigh, the woman fully turned towards him. "I'm not upset Harry. Disappointed sure, but not angry. They are children in a situation they do not understand and that is terrifying to them. They are latching on to any information and hint of safety from whoever may offer it to them. Snape is that person, so if they feel safer with her then I certainly do not blame them."
"I thought Slytherin was supposed to be a house of unity, of cunning."
A smile tugged at her lips, "It is also a house of manipulation and rumors. If you think they will not abandon their own for the promise of safety or success you will be very disappointed."
He crossed his arms with a huff, "Sounds like another reason I shouldn't have been sorted into this House."
"Not everyone has chosen to switch sides," she noted with hint of mirth in her voice. "Just as many have chosen to think for themselves and believe in my innocence… just like you."
The last part was said with slight uncertainty, as if she still wasn't quite sure. Harry replied with a roll of his eyes, "Do you really think I would be here if I thought you were behind all this?"
She gave a very Muggle-like shrug. "You were intent on proving I was 'evil' last year, if you recall."
An odd look passed over his face, so many emotions contained within it was hard for her to count them all. "Let's just say I've learned a lot since then."
"And how much did you learn in Snape's club?"
He flinched, despite there being no anger or even disappointment in her voice. "You know about that huh?" The woman hummed in agreement, and he let out a sigh, "I'm not dropping out of yours you know. I was more curious about the differences and what the two thought they could teach that you couldn't."
"Two?"
This question earned a snort, "Lockhart thinks of herself as a dueling expert now. Well probably not anymore since Snape dropped her arse in front of the entire room, but up until then."
Riddle nodded in understanding, attention going back to shifting between her work and her guest. "I imagine that must have been quite the sight, having her stand up for you."
The room fell silent, and after any lack of response on his part the woman glanced back towards the boy, only to blink in confusion at his expression.
Disappointment
"Do you really think that's what it takes to get on my good side? Hurting someone who was a bit of a creep?" There was a certain vulnerability in his tone, one that left her prior activity forgotten as she stood in an instant.
"Harry…"
But he was already shaking his head and taking a step back, "After everything we've talked about, everything I've told you in confidence. All the secrets I've shared, my past… you still think I care more about someone looking tough and stupid posturing?"
Realization slapped her in the face and the woman's expression melted into that of remorse. "You're right, I'm sorry." She nearly whispered. "I shouldn't have said that. I can get a bit jealous at times and it has the bad habit of loosening my tongue to make thoughtless comments."
Another moment passed before he nodded, "I should have told you why I was there before I went. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, I didn't mean to do so."
His apology earned a soft laugh, "There is nothing to apologize for Harry. As your professor and mentor, it is my job to encourage your growth, even if it means seeking out others who can better aid you, others who I might not prefer the company of."
"Well, you have nothing to worry about in that regard." He replied, before taking a few steps and sitting down on the edge of her bed, oddly comfortable in her living quarters. "The differences between you three are obvious and you are without a doubt the better duelist."
That single statement earned the warmest smile he had seen from her in over a week. "Still, the opportunity to expand one's skillset is not to be taken for granted." She replied smoothly, mind wandering to possibilities without even realizing it. Images flashed before her eyes, images she opted not to share, images of debauchery and perversion involving the boy seated in front of her, on her bed.
Something flashed in his eyes, a sly smile forming that had her heart racing even faster, "I'm always willing to learn."
One could take such a comment in many, many, ways. Grace Riddle opted to do so in the most inappropriate fashion. "And what sort ofmentor would I be if I didn't instruct you?" She wasn't sure when the distance between them had closed, but considering he was still sitting on her bed it meant she had been the one to move.
Also, the fact she was kneeling, hands effortlessly parting his outer robes and lifting up his shirt, was a dead giveaway. "G-Grace…" he whispered as she found the bare skin of his torso, tracing up and down his stomach and sides, teasing his nipples, leaning forward and alternating between putting gentle kisses on warm flesh and tasting him.
"Professor" she purred into his stomach, fingers already slipping under the waistband of his pants and beginning to slowly pull. She wanted to drag it out, wanted him to understand the difference between an excitable teenager who just wanted to get their cunt filled and a woman who knew how to work up to the fun.
Plus, who didn't like a bit of title play in bed?
"Wh-wha…" It was wonderful, seeing him come so undone so easily. She wanted to savor it and rip his clothing off at the same time.
"Call me professor."
He managed to nod, "P-professor I…"
The woman pulled a bit more forcefully, patience wearing thin under the veil of arousal. His hips lifted and another tug had the remains of his clothing down to his ankles, then off one leg. His shoes were still on, along with his slack and boxers at the bottom of one leg, but she couldn't care less. Pushing his legs apart she licked her way from his taint up to the head of his cock, before halting for a moment, "Such a beautiful body you have, I'm going to enjoy devouring you." He gasped, mouth open for a reply when she took his length into her mouth, sliding down until she reached his crotch, and causing his moans to interrupt any response.
How could he be so perfect? She knew, or like many others fantasized, about receiving certain 'apologies' from the fairer sex but never dreamt of the opposite being true as well. When a man upset a woman, he would perform 'favors' for her. When woman upset a man, she would buy him something… right?
Imagine the lucky witch who ended up with a husband who wanted sex instead of gifts.
Her lips tightened, sucking on his cock and earning a full body shiver. It was the least she could do after all, he had seen her completely naked, had eaten her out, what kind of teacher would she be if she didn't return the favor?
"P-Pro…" another moan escaped his lips and his hips bucked, clear evidence he wouldn't last much longer. She really needed to take her time with him during their next encounter. Explore his body, add in some more provocative and sensual talk.
But that was for another time, and she felt him tremble in her mouth mere seconds before erupting. There she stayed, continuing to drain him of his cum for another few moments before pulling back with a grin at not only the accomplishment but the 'fucked-silly' expression on his face.
"Delicious"
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He knew, he knew from the moment he entered the common room in the morning, knew based on the postures of those already awake, knew based on the angry, almost accusing glares on many of their faces.
There had been another attack, and it had been a Slytherin.
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