Maternity Leave Chapter 1, Charms (Harry Potter/Penelope Clearwater)

I might make this one a short series, with Harry knocking up the other professors. Daphne, Luna, and Hannah will get chapters, with maybe one or two more if the story gets a good reception. Although, on the flip side, if people don't like it much I might just do the Daphne chapter and leave it as a two parter.

Penelope Clearwater smiled while watching her class file out of the room. It was the little moments like this, seeing students leave her charms class with happy faces, that made her career choice feel truly worth it. Teaching was such a joy.

Penelope—or Penny, as she often went by—organized the books on her desk and followed her students, heading toward the Great Hall for dinner. Whenever she went by a student, no matter what year they were in, they stopped to greet her and returned her smile with one of their own. Some of them actually said: “Hi Professor Clearwater!” Penny loved her job.

The best time of her life had been attending Hogwarts. That wasn’t all that surprising or rare when talking to Ravenclaws, which Penny was. After she graduated, she went to work at the Ministry. Her then-boyfriend, Percy Weasley, was the one who convinced her. It was miserable.

When Voldemort took over the ministry, Penny was forced to quit her job and hide. She was the daughter of a muggleborn and a muggle, a combination that was nowhere near good enough to save her from the bigoted regime. She and her parents went into hiding until the end of the war. Although she arrived late, Penny had fought in the battle of Hogwarts. It was there that she watched Flitwick fight with all his might.

She’d heard stories about her head of house being a duelist in his youth. Only then, as he picked apart Dolohov and other death eaters, did Penny understand how wicked his charms were. They were powerful… and BEAUTIFUL.

She fell in love with charms, which had already been her favorite subject. Within a year she was apprenticed to Flitwick, studying his discipline of magic and the art of teaching simultaneously. She was now twenty five years old, a year into her career as a full teacher. It shocked her when Flitwick chose to retire, but it just went to show what a toll the war had taken on him. Hannah Abbott was now teaching herbology, Daphne Greengrass was in charge of potions, Luna Lovegood took over divination, and the defense against the dark arts professor was new as well. Hogwarts was full of fresh faces.

Penny was possibly the most beloved among them. It wasn’t arrogance leading her to say that; in fact, she was moderately uncomfortable with the praise she received. She was beautiful, carried herself with a welcoming demeanor, and was praised for being fair to all her students, never favoring her favorites. Embarrassingly, she’d had to turn down confessions from a few seventh years last year, leading to an awkward conversation where she had to explain age dynamics. That was one of the rare times she DIDN’T love her job. 

Her reputation was stellar. Basically flawless. But Penny had one secret. She—

Well, you’ll see.

Her legs carried her quickly; she sped up the closer she got to the Great Hall. Ultimately, she arrived a few minutes before dinner began, ensuring she was one of the first to get there. Penny looked straight to the staff table. 

There he was.

Black hair. A perfect jawline. Captivating green eyes that, with his glasses, felt like windows into the soul. He was powerful, compassionate, and all around flawless. Professor Harry Potter was the best teacher of defense that Hogwarts had seen in a century, possibly longer. Despite being Penny’s junior by a handful of years, he navigated teaching with ease she was occasionally jealous of. 

Penny went straight toward him. 

Harry saw her coming. He looked at her. When his eyes were on her, Penny felt a warmth all over her body. It couldn’t be explained except to call it: magic.

“Good evening, Professor Clearwater—” Harry said.

Penny hardly listened. She went straight under the staff table. 

The table was a long rectangle that was designed so that all the professors could see the students while they ate. It was covered by a white table cloth that went down to the floor, chosen for its neutral color that wouldn’t align the teachers with any one house. 

Penny dove under the cloth and used it to shroud her body. She then turned around and inserted herself between Harry’s knees, sticking her face in his crotch.

“What’s this now?” Harry asked.

He was teasing her, acting like he hadn’t expected this, yet his wand was already at the ready. Penny recognized the charms that he used. One silenced the general area under the table, while the second one would divert the attention of others. Penny was free, then, to stick her head back out of the tablecloth and unzip Harry’s pants. 

Penny’s hands shook as she worked. Not from nervousness, but from excitement. She had done this before. Oh, how many times had she done this? Too many to count. Penny pulled his dick out, finding it girthy and still growing, and pointed it toward her own face.

“Ahhhhh—hmph!” Penny said as she swallowed as much as her pretty little throat could manage.

Penelope Clearwater had bright blond hair, startling blue eyes, a pretty face and a heavy bust. It wasn’t just older male students who’d found themselves enamored with her… There had also been one female student and, in Penny’s younger years, a whole host of boys that she went to school with. 

Like a good little Ravenclaw, she dated the Head Boy, thinking that he would be the best match!

Years since had taught her that Percy Weasley wasn’t much of a man. He had his skills, and pleasing women weren’t among them. To be happy, Penny needed a more commanding touch.

She’d barely started sucking him off when Harry put his hand on her head. Penny looked up when she felt his fingers against her blond hair. Harry looked back down at her. In the background, she clearly heard the sound of students arriving to the great hall, bringing their chatter and joking and laughing. On either side of Penny and Harry, other professors settled into their seats. Penny’s face was visible if they so much as looked at her, only Harry’s spell acting to keep their attention off of her. If it was any other wizard who cast the spell, Penny would’ve been terrified of discovery. Since it was Harry, she knew she was safe from discovery. His spell would never fail.

Which was a good thing, too, because as Harry forced her head down, Penny made loud gulping sounds.

“GLACK! GLACK! GLACK!” Penny gagged.

Harry was merciless in the best kind of way. Just because Penny knew she wouldn’t be seen didn’t eliminate the burgeoning feeling of excitement that came with risky sex. She was her amidst her coworkers, in the same room as her students, being treated like a slut. That was Penny’s dark secret: for Harry Potter alone, she became a perfect little whore.

Penny didn’t complain once as his dick went all the way down her throat. She gagged and took it, crying tears of pleasure. Penny grabbed onto his muscular thighs, feeling his bulging quads straight through his pants. Her fat tits pressed into the insides of his thighs. Every time that he pushed her down, her blond curls swung around her head.

“Hey, Harry,” said Harry’s neighbor. “Did you have a good day teaching?”

It was Hannah Abbott. Penny clearly recognized her voice. Even though he was one seat over, Hannah was completely unaware of Penny gagging and slurping with all her might.

“The same as usual, Nev,” Harry replied. “Why?”

“Well, you were smiling,” Hannah said. “I thought something nice might’ve happened.”

Harry looked down, meeting Penny’s blue eyes while he pushed her head down and stretched her throat.

“Something nice, huh?” Harry said. “I guess you could say that.”

He sped up how he was pushing Penny. Her mouth was a toy to him… But he never hurt her. Her gagging, slurping, and gasping just turned both of them on. Juices were running down Penny’s thighs because, yes, she forewent panties tonight, just because she knew this was going to happen. 

“GLACK! GLACK! GLACK! GULLLLLP!” 

Penny was fed dinner and dessert in a single thick cumshot. Harry’s spunk filled her mouth and her throat full of the taste of him. He closed his eyes and exhaled when it happened. The other professors assumed that he was savoring the taste of his food. Only Daphne Greengrass, the resident potions master, noticed that Harry wasn’t even holding his fork, leading her to narrow her eyes.

Harry was focused on how his schlong felt buried inside Penny’s mouth. His fellow professor was a dutiful swallower, making sure every last drop of his seed made it to her stomach without wasting anything. When Harry let her pull her head off of his dick, she kneeled in front of him panting. Since Harry couldn’t talk to her without attracting attention, he praised her with his eyes, giving her a look that made Penny feel warm inside.

All of a sudden, Harry grabbed his wand. What he did next was done so quickly that no one noticed, even though he did it in the open.

First, Harry used the charm he’d used on Penny earlier, the one that made it hard for people to notice things. This time, he used it on himself. That let him do the next two things without attracting attention.

Second, Harry pulled Penny out of her hiding place under the table. She was exposed to the room, but only for a second, because the third thing he did was take his invisibility cloak, which he’d been keeping somewhere, and shroud the two of them under it.

Because of Harry’s charm, no one noticed that he’d disappeared for a good few minutes. It was Daphne Greengrass who pointed it out first.

“Where has Professor Potter gone?” she asked.

No one had an answer. In truth, he was about ten steps behind the staff table against the wall, standing under his cloak with Penny. He was in the act of pulling her robes off. As soon as they slid off her body, Penny was naked. Like she said, she knew what her fate was going to be tonight, so she’d gone commando.

“Try not to move too much,” Harry said. “The cloak can only cover so much. As for noise… Scream as much as you want.”

And scream she was going to. Harry’s penis was large and by Merlin did he know how to use it. Penny could attest to that, since it was hardly the first time they’d done this. She waited for him to bend her over, possibly against the wall.

Instead, Harry grabbed her, lifting her in a full nelson. The position made Penny’s marshmallowy tits jut forward as her thighs pressed into the sides of them. The position JUST managed to accommodate both of them underneath the cloak without exposing their ankles. Harry gave a mighty thrust and forced his dick into Penny’s depths.

“Ohhhhhhhh god! Oh Merlin! Yes! Yes, Harry!” Penny squealed.

This was her release; her nirvana. As much as she loved teaching, it took lots of thought and focus. Here, with Harry, she could forget about all of that. She just had to think about his dick slamming into her cervix and all the orgasms her body could squirt out.

“I love you! I LOVE YOU!” Penny screamed.

Harry was really putting his back into it, destroying her pussy with a barrage of thrusts. Penny’s ass was clapping whenever he collided with it. Harry’s strong, muscular arms were holding her legs tightly as they kept her contorted for his pleasure. Harry stretched his neck and kissed her on the cheek. Penny turned her head sideways, pressing their lips together and sliding her tongue into his mouth. She moaned and screamed as much as she wanted, just like he told her that she could.

The other professors had stopped looking for Harry, assuming that he excused himself. Only Daphne was still glancing around, searching for him throughout the Great Hall. At one point, she made eye contact with Penny without ever realizing it. Penny shivered and squirted.

It was like she was on display: her tits popping out and her legs stretched and her wet pussy bared for anyone looking. Of course she KNEW that they were both invisible right now. All the same, it felt like they were looking. It felt like her slutty side was being shown to everyone, even though her secret was still safe. That… Turned Penny on!

“Fuck me, Harry!” she said passionately. “DO IT INSIDE!”

It wasn’t enough that her mouth had been fed with his lovely cum. Her pussy wanted it too. She was desperate for it. She wanted his DNA inside of her, risks be damned.

“Are you sure?” Harry asked.

His tone conveyed that he would do it. He wanted confirmation, but he wouldn't shy away. If Penny said yes now then he would happily dump his seed all over her womb until it was full and spilling. Penny only had three words for him:

“KNOCK ME UP!”

Harry creampied her pussy with the force of a hose.

There was so much, all of it shooting into Penny like there was no tomorrow. She got her wish. When his dick popped out, Penny’s pussy had been thoroughly seeded. In fact, her slit was dripping with white droplets that she couldn’t hang onto. Penny groaned while wearing a derpy smile.

“Satisfied?” Harry whispered in her ear.

Penny smiled. She touched her own crotch, pulling her pussy lips apart to let larger strands of cum drip out. It didn’t matter, since she could feel how much was inside her: more than enough to do its job. So she allowed herself to drip Harry’s seed right there in the middle of the great hall, all over her robes which were laying at their feet.

“More than any other man could ever make me,” Penny replied to his question.

Hogwarts’s favorite charms professor was going to have to look at maternity leave options in not too long.