#like she is genuinely so unserious it makes me giggle so hard

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[avatar-anna]

“Yeah, it used to be you lecturing me in your classroom, but that is now a close second,” he admitted// we need more on this fantasy of h about proffffff

I think it's important to know that Harry is absolutely enthralled by Professor. She doesn't see it or notice it that much, but he finds her so attractive in so many ways (it's giving very 🎶you don't know you're beautiful🎶)

So it would makes sense that he would absolutely worship the shit out of her in bed, but in a way that doesn't overwhelm her. Professor is a generally serious person, so he likes to be a little unserious behind closed doors.

There's typically a lot of giggling and playful teasing that turns into long, drawn out kisses that eventually leads to Harry pushing her onto her back.

Harry almost always takes the reins, and both of them are more than happy and comfortable with that, though Professor realizes he's been dropping little comments about his fantasies, and she decides to do something about it. He's made her feel comfortable enough that she not only can be a little bolder in the bedroom, but she wants to be for him. He does so much for her in that way, she feels like doing the same for him

One day Y/n asked Harry if he could pick her up from campus, but little does he know she had a whole thing planned. She was in one of her more revealing outfits, which was only showing a little more leg than she normally would, but it was noticeable to Harry when he entered her classroom. He expected her to be ready to go, but she asked if he didn't mind sitting for a few minutes while she did a couple more things, one of them being running a lecture by him.

Now, Y/n didn't really teach material that was “sexy,” but she tried her best, talking about body language and reading a person by simply looking at how they hold themselves and things of that nature. All the while she walked around so Harry got a good look at her, she dropped her chalk a couple times and bent down to pick it up in such a way that has Harry pulling at the collar of his shirt.

She could see out of the corner of her eye that Harry was fidgeting at his desk, which made her smile because, wow, she really did have an effect on him. She lectured for a few more minutes before going over to him.

“How was that?”

“How was what?”

“The lecture. How was it?”

“I...I, uh, It was...”

He couldn't even form words because that was his dress shirt under her sweater vest, and she was wearing his favorite perfume of hers, and as she came around to sit on his lap, he saw a hint of a lace bra beneath the undone buttons of the shirt.

Harry didn't know if Y/n was doing this on purpose, but the way she tilted her head and waited for criticism about her lecture was very convincing. Either way, there was no way he could focus when she kept bending over and talking to him the way she was. Deep down, there were days where he wished she might one day take the lead, but he wouldn't have really cared if she did or didn't. Now, though, he thought it might be happening, but he wasn't sure.

“I was having a hard time focusing.”

“Why?”

Harry could only breathe shallow breaths as she began to play with the ends of his hair.

“Tell me why, Harry.”

He didn't mean to, but he could feel his pants tighten. The look she was giving him, the tone she used, like he was in trouble. He couldn't help it.

He leaned forward, desperate to kiss Y/n now, but she pulled away. Just out of reach. She put a finger over Harry's lips, rubbed it along the seam, parting them but not dipping in. “Answer me first.”

“I was distracted,” he said. “By you.”

“Me?” she asked, and Harry thought she looked genuinely surprised. “What did I do?”

“You—”

This was a game, he finally realized. There was a glint in her eyes, the one she usually got when she was about to beat someone at chess. Trying his best to contain his growing excitement, Harry did his best to play along. “Nothing. You were perfect. I'm sorry. It won't happen again.”

She seemed to mull it over. “I still think you need to be taught a lesson.”

“I agree,” he said, trying not to sound too eager.

“I demand you take me home and...not let me out of bed until my legs feel like jelly.”

So into whatever was happening, Harry barely registered that Y/n probably hadn't gotten this far in her plans for them. He was just eager to please.

“That’s what you want?”

“That’s what I want.”

Harry grinned and let his hands wander just a little bit so he could grip her appreciatively. “I think that's fair. But... wouldn't it be more... conducive to my learning experience if we stay here?”

For the first time, Y/n blushed, leaning in close to hissed, “This is where I work, Harry!”

Chuckling a little, he leaned in and kissed Y/n’s cheek. So this was her limit. Fine by him. “Okay. Should we leave at separate times so no one will suspect anything?” he asked, trying to keep their momentum going.

“Y—Yes. That's a good idea.”

When they got back to the townhouse, Harry threw Y/n over his shoulder and made good on her request.