lightofdaye | Fic: Remedial Potions (Albus Severus/Padma)

Title: Remedial Potions
Word Count: ~ 1,500
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Characters & Pairing: Albus Severus Potter/Padma Patil
Content: PWP, Teacher/Student, Age difference - older woman/younger man (44/18), blowjob, desk sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, rough sex.
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: Potter is taking "remedial classes" from his potions professor.
A/n: UnBeta'd. 2nd piece for for

bbtp_challenge, written on the day, being from the UK "bring back the porn" seems more relevant than ever.

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Albus Severus Potter hadn't really liked potions to start with as a subject. It was not enough like magic, too much like cooking, and the fact that the potions mistress didn't seem to like him, unlike the rest of the teacher at Hogwarts, didn't help either.

So that fact that he was good it despite what Padma Patil said was quite annoying. He'd taken it to N.E.W.T level half out of common sense and a larger half simply to spite his teacher.

It had worked out in the end. He was even getting along with the potions mistress by the end of the final year. If by get along, you meant, getting his cock sucked.

They were behind the teacher's desk in the dungeon potion's class room, gently simmering and steaming cauldrons were in front of them, left stewing overnight. Al was standing, naked, legs apart, hands on his hips while Padma Patil was on her knees, head bobbing up and down mouth wrapped around his cock. She didn't look up at him, her dark eyes were half-lidded and downcast as she concentrated on taking his thick long shaft down her throat, which was not an easy task if Al did say so himself.

Al was wondering what her reaction would be if he put his hands in that inky-black hair and started to move himself when she beat him to the punch, her hands lifted and grabbed him by the arse.

Making a high-noise quite out of keeping his manly self-image, Al was pulled deep into Padma's mouth, so his balls bounced off her chin. He start moving with her, pushing his cock deep into her throat, it went easily and with a wet noise, Padma's saliva bubbling up over her purple lips, the lipstick of which barely smeared onto his shaft.

Al groaned at the sight, he looked away, his hands rose from his hips and covered his face and ran through his hair. The distraction did nothing to stop the tension rising in him, the tightening of his balls and the surging sensation that over took him.

With a strangled yell, Al came, just as Padma popped his cock out her mouth, jacking his cock as he spurted fluids all over the place.

When Al looked down again he realised two things; he was still mostly hard and his potions mistress was kneeling in from of him with his pale cum all over her face and dripping down into her cleavage.

He was ready to go again.

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Padma Patil had never had a crush on Harry Potter, well not more than anyone else who knew him at school during his 'saving the world' phase, she told herself. Her thing with Al was anything to do with that, which was a good thing because Al was nothing like Harry. He was sleek and tidy where Harry was messy, haughty where he had been humble, and Al was self-assured to the point of arrogance.

He always had been which is why she'd never liked him, why they'd had a constant battle of wills for nearly seven years. It had changed over time, the tension had become something physical in and with only a few weeks to go in their final term she'd thrown caution to the winds.

Padma had thought she had him with that blowjob, for a moment his attitude had gone away. Now he was standing over her with erection in hand and a lopsided smile on his face that was setting on fireworks deep inside of her.

"Stand up," Al said softly.

Padma stood up.

"Lean over the desk."

Heart beating quickly now, Padma turned to her side and instantly lost side of Al as he stepped behind her. She bent over the desk, placing her hands flat to it. Al made a noise of admiration that set her face on fire.

A pair of hands tugged at her robes, confidently, Al pushed them up to her hips and then in one quick motion pulled her knickers down to her knees. Padma gasped. Al chuckled.

"You're wet," he observed.

Padma bit back a moan and without being asked spread her legs a little wider. She wondered if Al was about to repay her attentions in kind. He was still only a teenage boy though she though as instead she felt the tip of his cock, press against her entrance.

Al grunted and thrust deeper into her and Padma felt the moan burst from her beyond her control. His cock stretched her wider and went deeper than expected but she was still loose and wet enough to handle it easily. Al moaned and started to thrust, immediately going hard and fast and settling down in to a barely slower rhythm after a few moments.

"Oh fuck! Oh hell, that's it!" Padma cried out barely conscious of what she was saying.

"That's it, that's it," Al repeated. "Fuck has this what this about about all these years? Is this what you've wanted?"

"Yes! Yes!" Padma said though she didn't know if she was answering him or not.

"Shit, give me those tits," Al growled. His hands moving forward as he spoke to take them. Buttons popped off Padma's robes as he pulled them apart. Al seized her breasts, roughly squeezing and fondling them, until he found her hard nipples and concentrated on rubbing and pinching them.

Padma panted and groaned, her breathing heavy and deep now, she was in no condition to offer tips even if she though Al would take them, which was unlikely in any case. She reach between her legs, holding herself on one arm, low to the desk and rubbed her clit. With the assault on her tits and cunt it didn't take much and she quaked and shuddered, her mouth open wide but soundless as she came. She wondered if she'd actually

"Fuck, you just got off on my cock, didn't you?" Al moaned.

Padma didn't have the energy to dispute this.

"My turn." Al said.

His hands moved. One to her hips, the other to her shoulder, pushing her down so she was flat to the desk, she whimpered, clutching the far end of it in a white knuckled grip as the speed and force of Al's thrusts picked up again. He grunted hoarsely, driving into her with wild abandon. Padma gasped, forehead flat to the desk, knowing she didn't have to cope with this youth enthusiasm for long.

"That's it. That's it. That's it." He said, each time he thrust into her. He faltered, grinding his hips against her arse as he flooded her cunt with his come. This time their mixed fluids really did leak out of her, Padma thought.

That second orgasm really seemed to take it out of it Albus, Padma though. He didn't looked her as they dressed and he smoothed down his sable hair into it's usual neatness.

That was when there was a knock at the door, and without waiting for an answer, someone came in.

-

Al's breath was just under control and he was coming to his senses and was suddenly wondering why he thought he could get away with fucking a professor over their own desk when without warning, Scorpius Malfoy burst into the classroom.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I just want to talk about…" Scorpius. started before realised he was not alone with Padma… (With the Potions Mistress Al mentally corrected himself.) "… oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt?"

Al gave him a curt nod. He and Malfoy were not friends, they were not enemies but they had never quite got along either. Perhaps because while Al has always been at loggerheads with Professor Padma Patil, Malfoy had always adored her. Suddenly Al had to suppress his usual smile from his face, with difficulty, when realising what Scorpius would give to have done what he had just done, and what he would think if he knew Albus had done it.

"It's all right, Scorpius," said Padma, surreptitiously straightening her robes, obvious to the missing buttons, "Potter is here for a little remedial potions."

"Oh, I didn't know," said Scorpius gazing at Albus guilelessly. Al met his gaze flatly, intent on giving nothing away.

"But I think I've got a hang of it now," Al said. "Thank you, Professor."

"You're welcome, Potter" she said, turning towards Scorpius. "Now, Scorpius?"

"Remedial potions?" Al said in an undertone, trying not let Malfoy hear.

"Nobody who has seen you in my classes could deny you need them," Padma said with an attempt at her usual asperity.

Al just smiled and left.

She could try and act like nothing had changed he knew better, he'd remember this fondly.

...Especially when he achieved his N.E.W.T in potions next month.