Adaptation on the short story "Night of Fun" by sithlordnumber5. (I have sent an E-mail to the author to ask permission)

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In this story, Professor McGonagall is a lot younger and a lot prettier than in the movies, she is about 45 and wizard wise, still in her prime. I've read a few other stories that have similar levels of descriptive sexual content at other fanfiction sites, but I've tried to top them all and push the boundaries of fanfiction writing.

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Only suitable for people over 18 years of age, and not for the faint hearted. Fanfiction/Sex story

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------If most people are offended by this, or find this a little too inappropriate, I apologize. Please let me know and I will withdraw my account and story.

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He couldn't believe it. Harry Potter, newly instated Headboy, only three weeks into his last year and already strange and astonishing things were occurring within the ancient walls of Hogwarts. He was sat on the sofa, stunned, literally frozen to the spot while he watched the TV in Professor McGonagall's private quarters. His initial surprise was that the muggle contraption was actually working within Hogwarts, he thought back to his CD player last year which just crackled and started to smoke when he pressed play, but his surprise quickly turned into utter disbelief when he realized what he was watching. The Headboy found himself watching a movie that was rather . . . . salacious, to say the least. He was hoping, just this once, to have a normal school year like everyone else. With Voldemort dead, he thought his chances were pretty good.

"According to my sister, muggles nowadays are more open minded, and are quite the exhibitionists. If not in public, then definitely in front of a camamera. I think that's how she pronounced the word. Anyhow, she proved her point quite efficiently don't you think?" Her voice seemed distant to Harry, he barely captured the last word she said. It sounded like pink, Harry thought, but that's not right. The girl's skimpy lingerie was more red than pink.

"How are you feeling Mr. Potter? Are you . . . . . maybe feeling a little . . . . . funny?" she asked, in a low, suggestive voice he had never heard her use before.

"Wha . . What? Er . . . . what do you mean, professor . . . ?" Harry answered, just managing to form actual words with his mouth. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Or seeing for that matter. Maybe she accidentally drank a love potion? Or maybe a potent aphrodisiac spell had gone wrong? He looked over to where his Transfiguration teacher was sitting, one of her hands was trailing circles around her breast, slowly, sensually, and she was looking at him with what was clearly lust in her eyes.

"I think you know exactly what I mean Mr. Potter . . . . . . Any boy, or shall I say man, your age would be aroused by this." She said, nodding her head towards the magically protected TV, where a blond girl was currently devouring another girl's femininity between her legs. Indeed the moans of pleasure the girl was making was having an effect on Harry, his trousers have been feeling very tight since the movie characters started undressing.

Harry couldn't believe the situation he was in, this was not what he was expecting a few hours ago. During class the professor had asked him to come by to her office in the evening, she had walked over to his desk and practically whispered in his ear as if not wanting anyone else to hear. Harry nodded, noticing the strange look on her face, but didn't think much of it at the time as he was too busy trying to ignore Hermione and Ron's bickering whilst attempting to transfigure his rock into a stone goblet. Making his way towards her office, he figured she was going to talk to him about last week's assignment which he didn't do so well in. He knew who to blame for that, but he wasn't about to tell her that it was all her fault. Instead, when he got there she asked him to come into her private quarters and sit on the sofa. Maybe she was going to discuss more personal issues with him, such as how he was handling all the rubbish the Daily Prophet was publishing. He tried his best to ignore it and not let it get to him, but ferret boy's constant sniggering during breakfast didn't help much. Every morning, he couldn't help but snatch the paper from Hermione's reluctant hands and read the ridiculous things Rita Skeeter would come up with, and definitely couldn't help but feel a little annoyed by them. Rita had been particularly brutal towards him the past few weeks, what with the break up of yet another failed relationship during the summer. Yes, that was probably it, he thought as he sat down on the sofa and watched the professor close the door behind her. Oh how wrong he was. Without saying a word, she had flicked her wand and turned on the TV, and Harry had naturally turned his head to see what she wanted to show him. Since the movie began, he had not moved a muscle. He had sat there with his mouth hanging open, unable to move or even process any kind of thought to say something. He had never seen anything like this before. Dean and Seamus have shown him a few muggle magazines of similar nature, but they were nothing compared to what he was seeing right now. After she turned on the TV, Professor McGonagall had sat down across the room from Harry, and ignoring the movie, had just sat there watching him, discreetly caressing her breasts through her robes, and eventually, inching her hand down between her thighs where it was currently working its magic.

Harry had had feelings toward his professor for a while now, he'd found himself staring at her, time and time again during class, up to the point where it started to affect his studies. The way her breasts strained against her tight robes, the way her nipples poked out when the classroom was a bit chilly. He fantasized about her in many different sexual scenarios, but this, watching an erotic movie with her in her office was one he would never have thought of. He looked over to where the professor was sitting, and once the fuzz cleared in his mind, he thought back to what she had just said to him. He was still finding it difficult to speak, so he just nodded, unable to stop the faint blush rising to his cheeks.

"Why don't you come over here? Make yourself a little more comfortable?" She patted the sofa beside her with a small smile on her face.

Harry nervously fidgeted for a second before he slowly got up and walked over to his professor. He sat down next to her, heart beating a mile a minute as she gently touched his shoulder with her hand. She held back a chuckle when she noticed his nervousness, how his whole body tensed with the slightest touch.

"Relax, Harry . . . . . I won't bite . . . . ." And then time seemed to stop when she leaned over and slowly kissed him on the lips. Harry's mind was spinning, he could hardly think straight as she pressed her soft lips to his, becoming completely intoxicated by the lovely perfume she was wearing. His body started to relax, the tension going away as he leaned into the kiss. As much as he was enjoying this kiss with his teacher, he wanted more. He seeked entrance to her mouth, running his tongue along her lower lip as he shifted closer until their bodies were pressed against one another. Professor McGonagall responded straight away, she snaked one of her hands around his neck and pulled him closer, opening her mouth to him as she gave him what he craved. Their tongues rolled around each other for a good five minutes, their hands roaming around each others bodies, going places which were simply not allowed between a student and a professor. After a while, McGonagall got bored. She pulled away and looked down at Harry's huge bulge straining against his trousers.

"Well, well, aren't we excited . . ." McGonagall purred, looking back up to him with lowered eyelashes. She slowly reached over and unzipped his pants, purposely taking her time to enjoy teasing Harry's growing eagerness.

To be continued . . .

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Part two of Chapter One is a lot more erotic.

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Please let me know if you would like me to submit it.

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If I do mostly get bad reviews, you can still leave your e-mail address so that I can post the rest of the story directly to you.

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If it's the character pairing that you find alarming and not the type of writing then please clarify. Thank You!

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Post Script – If there's any other pairings you like reading, please let me know. Planning on a few others. Harry/Narcissa Malfoy, Harry/Bellatrix Lestrange, Harry/Tonks, Harry/Fleur. (Post Hogwarts or Hogwarts Era)