QUICK FIC: Everyone Wants Harry Part 14: Watching You (Harry Potter)

“Professor Sinistra has been behaving oddly over the last couple of weeks, Mr. Potter,” Professor Vector said after asking Harry to have a seat in the chair on the other side of her desk. “Something clearly happened, though she refuses to tell me what. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?”

“Me?” Harry asked innocently. “Uh, no. Why would I know what’s going on with her?”

“Why, indeed.” Professor Vector adjusted her glasses on her face and peered at him from across the desk. “Since she has been silent, I’ve been watching her closely as of late. I’ve noticed how quickly her eyes dart away any time she sees you sitting at your table in the Great Hall, or you pass her in a corridor. I’ve also noticed that her eyes sometime flick back to stare at you for longer than is socially acceptable. That was enough for me to suspect that whatever has happened with her involves you in some way. And now, I’ve witnessed you walking out after the rest of your classmates, Aurora having kept you behind.” The arithmancy professor planted her elbows on the desk and looked at him with open skepticism. “Do you still wish to try and claim that you don’t know anything about what’s had my friend and colleague so distracted recently, Mr. Potter?”

Harry considered his answer. The woman was imposing enough that Harry understood why so many of the students in the castle kept their voices down when they talked about her. Harry wouldn't say he was afraid of her; after the year he'd spent on the run, destroying Horcruxes, fighting Death Eaters and snakes, and bringing about Voldemort's permanent end, a strict professor could only strike so much fear in him. But he had to tread lightly for Aurora's sake. He didn't regret what they'd done, and he was glad she'd admitted earlier that she'd enjoyed their night together too much to wish she could undo it. But he knew that even though he was an adult now, a student and a professor having sex was a potential scandal. There probably wouldn't be much in the way of consequences for him, but he couldn't say the same for Aurora. Professor Vector had just described her as a friend as well as a colleague, but would this notoriously strict woman let something like this slide, even for a supposed friend?

“I don’t know, professor,” he said, meeting her gaze calmly. He couldn’t risk it; if Professor Sinistra hadn’t told her what had happened, Vector wouldn’t hear it from him.

"I see." Septima Vector stared at him for a bit longer before picking her elbows off the table and leaning back in your chair. "Very well, Mr. Potter. But know that I'm watching you. If you and your fellow of-age students wish to fornicate every night in that special dorm for 8th years, that is your business. The headmistress has made it known that faculty are not to interfere with what you and your fellows get up to there unless we receive a complaint about someone violating the established rules. I may disagree with that decision, but I will respect the authority of the headmistress." She took a breath, pulled her wand out, and unlocked the door to her office with a flick. "But if I find that you are doing anything untoward with one of my colleagues, I will call you into my office again, and our next conversation won’t be nearly as cordial as this one was. Is that understood?”

“Understood, professor,” Harry said, nodding his head respectfully. Her eyes betrayed nothing of what she was feeling, but she gave a slight nod in return.

“Good. You may return to your dormitory now.” She pulled out a quill and scribbled on a piece of parchment. “I will write you a note to excuse your tardiness should Argus or anyone else stop you on your way back.”

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Between his conversation with Professor Sinistra and the interrogation/warning he’d received in Professor Vector’s office, Harry arrived at the 8th-year dorm late enough that no one was milling around in the common room. Everyone else had already gone back to their rooms, and Harry was soon to join them. On his walk through the common room, he found himself considering the possibility of having a wank while thinking about Vector. She might be strict, but she was fucking hot, too. Thinking about bending her over her desk and drilling her could make for a pretty good fantasy, and--

“Harry! Oh, Harry!”

His head snapped to his left when he heard his name being moaned out from behind one of the bedroom doors on the girls' side of the corridor. He peeked around quickly to ensure no one was out watching and then tiptoed over to the door from which the moans came. He'd never been inside of it, but he had been inside Lavender's, so he was well aware that her best friend Parvati's room was right next to hers. And it just so happened that Parvati's door was cracked open just enough to see inside the room. Either she was very careless, or she was basically inviting him to peek.

Harry peered into Parvati's bedroom through the crack, and Professor Vector, as sexy as she was, fled from his mind immediately. He didn't have to imagine what Parvati looked like naked because she was right there, completely nude and spread out on her bed while frantically sliding what he assumed was a dildo back and forth in her pussy. He could only assume that the purple object was a dildo, because it never pulled out far enough for him to be able to see the whole thing.

He definitely saw plenty of Parvati, though. There had been plenty of teasing and foreplay between him and the beautiful Indian witch he'd taken to the Yule Ball once upon a time, but ultimately nothing had come of it aside from the handjob she'd given him during the Welcoming Feast. He'd felt a pang of regret earlier that night at the thought that he might have missed his chance with her since she'd stopped flirting with him after he'd failed to take her up on her invitation to visit her bed in favor of staying behind to shag Professor Sinistra.

But maybe he hadn’t missed his chance after all. The flirting might have stopped, but what could keeping her door cracked open and moaning his name while she masturbated be other than a sign that Parvati still wanted him to join her in her room and move them past teasing and foreplay?

"Harry!" Parvati moaned. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't see him, but he certainly saw her hips bucking up against the toy as she fucked herself. "Harry, oh, yes, Harry!”

What is Harry's response?