Master of Death, Lover Witches

Age eighteen, Aurora Sinistra stood in a noisy room with a cup of Firewhisky in her hand. She'd taken one sip and recoiled from the taste, but kept the glass raised for all around her to see, trying to prove that she belonged there. 

Someone nearby squealed, grabbing her shoulder to slow themselves down from a full sprint.

"Aurora!" cried Becca Brocklehurst, her best friend in her year. "Aurora, he's coming over!"

"Who is?" asked Sinistra. 

Becca gasped. "What do you mean, who? Argus McLaggen! The Argus McLaggen!"

Her warning out, Becca promptly pulled her wand from her pocket and began clumsily reapplying cosmetic charms. Sinistra felt frozen. Sure enough, across the room, a broad-shouldered boy with dark hair was ambling their way, chatting to nearly everyone he passed.

His red-and-gold Gryffindor robes were filled out well by his muscular form. For the first time since Sinistra took a sip of the wretched drink in her hand, she felt herself begin to salivate.

Sinistra whipped toward Becca. "What do I do? What do we do? I think he wants to talk to us. He wants to talk to us, Becca!"

"I know, Aurora," said Becca, her words slurred as her mouth was open, layering on a new layer of lipstick. She shut her mouth and smacked her lips together, offering Sinistra her full attention. "Listen. We're adults now! That means he'll take us seriously, and he might even…"

Both of them looked at each other, old enough to drink but not yet old enough to boldly finish that sentence.

"I'm panicking," Sinistra confided.

"Don't do that. Anything but that. Listen, Aurora, what's your favorite thing?"

"Space," Sinistra said instantly.

"Well, just think about that," Becca said. "This is nothing new for you. No reason to freak out. Think about space and just… play it cool."

Becca twisted as someone said, "Hey there ladies. I couldn't help but notice the two of you looking lonely all the way over here… can't be having that."

McLaggen waggled his eyebrows at them — and what eyebrows they were, Sinistra thought privately — while Becca offered him a suitably girly giggle. Sinistra's heart hammered. She tried to remember Becca's advice, but unless she was imagining things, it was her McLaggen was looking at…

As her heart's hammering hit unbearable levels, Sinistra forced herself to take a deep breath. For three seconds (the longest amount of time she thought she could reasonably get away with) she shut her eyes.

In the darkness, she pictured her favorite thing in the world: space. There wasn't a ton of difference between the inside of eyelids and the sights beyond her telescope; all it took was a moment of imagination for her to picture the stars she loved so much glittering against this dark background. 

She recalled the vast arrays of lights she looked at late each night, every individual moon and nebula. More than that, she focused on the gaps between each of them, how immeasurably distant they all were, distances filled by a vacuum that would freeze you faster than any cooling charm ever could.

Space was frigid. She loved space. And in that instant, she found it effortless to bring all that frigidity straight into her own manner. Play it cool, Becca had said? She would be the coolest.

"Hello McLaggen," Sinistra said, looking him right in the eyes. 

It was so effective that McLaggen was the one to flinch, actively taking a step back. "Sinistra," he said, his unflappable voice stuttering. "Enjoying the party?"

"It's excellent," Sinistra said. 

She tilted her glass back, drinking half her Firewhisky without flinching, despite the awful taste and the burning in her chest. How was that for cool?

McLaggen was certainly staring at her now. He looked as nervous as she had felt. Thrilled with the stellar results, Sinistra focused everything she had on keeping the act going. 

Play it cool, became a mantra inside of her head. It was all she focused on, until her expression was flawless and her nerves a thing of the past. She focused so hard on it, in fact, that somewhere along the way she stopped even paying attention to the other people around her. Play it cool.

Some time later (and Sinistra could not even begin to guess at how much), when she finally dipped back into the moment and looked around her, she found that she was alone, standing at the fringes of the party with nothing but her partially-empty glass for company.

"Where did everybody go?"

O-O-O

As years passed by one after another, Sinistra began seriously wondering if Becca had cursed her back then. 

Hardly anyone called her Aurora these days. It had become Professor Sinistra, the Astronomy Department's newest higher. She was back at Hogwarts, still in her early twenties, barely older than the plentiful male population.

And she still didn't have a single kiss to show for it.

Not one. Not in her whole life. She didn't think she was that hideous, but every time a man got close, they inevitably fled. It was like clockwork. Sinistra even had a Slytherin girl approach her in the hall to tell her that her icy demeanor had been an inspiration, and that this girl was going to use it to craft her daughter into the perfect Ice Princess of Slytherin house.

What the fuck even was an 'Ice Princess?'

Well, Sinistra had had it. She was sick to death and back with this whole reputation of hers, and she was going to break it, one way or another. Relations with students were heavily frowned on, of course, but if she had to lose her job to lose her virginity, she'd accept that trade-off.

Because she had the perfect target. Oh, if he didn't make his loins throb just sitting there! His friends were on either side of him, the pallid but studious one and the long-haired with a wild sort of good looks. Oh, and the fat one was there too.

The four of them all wore Gryffindor robes, identical to the ones Argus McLaggen wore on that fateful night. But only the boy Sinistra had her eyes on truly resembled McLaggen.

There were differences, of course. James Potter wore glasses. His grin was more mischievous, rather than just charming. But the important bits were the same… including a reputation for wowing the robes off of any attractive witch he came into contact with.

"She's looking over here," Sirius muttered. "I'm telling you!" 

He seemed to think he was being covert, but the Astronomy classroom was nearly silent, even during classes. Sinistra looked away, realizing she'd been caught staring. But she continued to listen.

"Are you sure you're not imagining things?" James asked.

"She was definitely looking. Do you think she saw us charm Mulciber's—"

"If she didn't, she'll know after you finish that sentence," said Lupin.

James Potter had gone silent, though. When he spoke again, his voice sounded contemplative.

"Don't you think Professor Sinistra is a bit…"

He trailed off with a slightly lecherous gesture that Sinistra caught in her peripheral vision. In a flash she had turned toward them.

She was just looking, trying to see if it was really lust in his eyes, but the moment she did they all clammed up and scrambled apart, jamming telescopes to their eyes.

She had done it again. Sinistra nearly groaned, feeling lightheaded. How could she…

No, this was nothing new. And this time, she refused to give up so easily.

An hour later, as the class filed out the door, Sinistra said, "Mr. Potter! Please stay behind."

Remus gave him an I-told-you-so look while Sirius offered a commiserating pat to the back. James walked back into the room, standing with his arms at his sides while the class left. He was so used to getting into trouble, even his stance for these sorts of talks was flawless.

"What is it professor?" he asked innocently.

Sinistra's heart was beating again, just like it always did when she tried to talk to boys. She cleared her throat. For the last fifteen minutes she had planned out this entire interaction: she would ask if he needed help with his homework. He would say yes (she had seen his homework, she knew he did). Then, while she caringly took him under her wing, the distance between them would shrink, and eventually…

"Did I do something wrong?"

Sinistra jumped at the question, realizing James looked ready to bolt. She had fallen back on old habits as she fantasized, her face losing all expression. She forced herself to smile as she cleared her throat.

"If you would like some help with how to properly chart planet paths, or any other help with assignments for my class, I would be happy to explain it to you again anytime after class," said Sinistra.

"I'm alright professor."

Sinistra froze with her mouth open. The next fourteen steps of her plan came crashing down inside her head.

"Did you need anything else?" James asked.

He was starting to inch toward the door. At the thought of yet another man running from her, Sinistra cried out, "Do you like Saturn?"

James frowned. "Not particularly."

She was babbling, looking for anything she could say to make him stay. Saturn wasn't good enough. He was still trying to leave.

"Let's study Uranus together!" Sinistra said.

She breathed hard after she shouted it. James looked at her. And in his gaze, Sinistra saw something that nearly broke her.

He couldn't even consider the fact that she was making a pun. In his view of her, she was all business. Her best attempts at flirting only made her look like more of an all-business nerd.

"Maybe another time," he said, fleeing from the room and his kooky Astronomy teacher.

Sinistra fell to her knees as soon as she was left alone. For the first time in her life, she began to genuinely consider that she was really going to stay this way for the rest of life.

Not even the planets could cheer her up that night.

O-O-O

"Hey, I think she's waking up!"

"Well don't jostle her. Let it happen naturally."

"Who's jostling? I'm not jostling. I'm trying to make sure she's comfortable."

"Let's focus on making sure she's awake, first."

"No reason we can't multitask," said a dark haired boy kneeling above her as Sinistra opened her eyes.

"James?" she said faintly.

Then her vision cleared, and she saw another girl's eyes on the face that looked so much like her old crush. Harry Potter cocked his head. "You knew my dad?"

"Forget about that." Someone pushed his shoulder, and suddenly Su Li was leaning over her. "Are you feeling alright, Professor?"

Sinistra blinked, doing her best to recall what she had been doing. Then it all rushed back to her, one vulgar position at a time.

She groaned, pressing a hand to her forehead, feeling lightheaded again for a moment.

"I think it's your face," Harry told Su. 

"Oh shut up."

"It's true! When she looked at you she fainted, and it almost just happened a second time! That's a correlation."

"The sample size isn't large enough to be relevant!"

"Calm down," said another female voice. "There's no reason to shout."

Someone picked up Sinistra's head. The students had carried her and laid her across her bed, before all crowding around and joining her on it. Sinistra felt her head being laid back against a pair of soft, voluminous thighs.

"Just relax," Susan instructed her. "Get as comfortable as you want."

"But what caused this?" Lavender asked.

"From the symptoms she showed… I would have to say shock," said Su.

"Shock over what?" Susan asked.

"Gee, I don't know. Maybe the orgy we shoved in front of her?"

All four students looked down at Sinistra, who had gone very still.

"I don't buy it," Lavender said, looking back up. "There's no way the Sinistra hasn't been around the block with this kind of thing."

The professor audibly sobbed, making the students jump. She covered her face out of shame, but she knew all of them were watching her.

"It's trueeeee," she moaned beneath her hands. "Oh it's tru-ue-ue-ue… I've never even kissed a man! I wanted to! I tried so hard! But I just… I just…"

She continued to cry while Susan laid a comforting hand on her elbow. It did make her feel better, but the thought of being consoled by a student half her age didn't let that relief last long.

"Great," Su said. "Well done, Harry. You've traumatized a professor."

"I thought she would be used to this kind of stuff!" he said.

Su frowned. "I almost don't want to ask, but… Why did you think that?"

"Well, look at her. Who wouldn't want to sleep with her?"

That one sentence punctured Sinistra's crying like a bludgeoning curse. She froze, listening, as Harry continued talking.

"Who on the staff do you think would've seen more action? I thought maybe Vector… With an outside shout for Babbling… but Sinistra was teh clear pick."

"You weren't even looking for an expert, were you," Su said. "You just wanted a hot woman."

"Most man do. That's why I assumed they'd be the experts."

"Don't bite his head off too hard, Su," said Lavender. "It was an honest mistake. And it's not like anybody got hurt."

"Sinistra passed out!"

"Sure," said Lavender. "But she had a great time before that."

Everyone paused to look at the blond, including Sinistra, who lowered her hands to do it.

"Did none of you notice?" Lavender asked. "I mean, I can smell her arousal from here!"

"What are you, a bloodhound?" Su muttered.

"When it comes to matters of love," Lavender said with a straight face. "I'm right, aren't I Professor? You're still wet even now. I'll bet you wanted nothing more than for Harry to leave us behind and pounce on you…"

"As if!" Sinistra said. "After all, it's not like he'd want any part of an old woman like me…"

The students looked up, making eye-contact above her while she squirmed uncomfortably. Sinistra should've been glaring at them by now, colder than ever, but somehow she was finding it easier than ever to be honest about her emotions, as if her whole system reset when she passed out and hit the floor.

"The whole point of this was to prove to her that I know what I'm doing," Harry said slowly. "But if she's never had sex, how is she supposed to understand from watching?"

Sinistra sighed, waiting for them to say they would go and find a different professor, one who could handle adult things… unlike her.

"She'll have to experience it herself in order to figure it out," Harry said.

"Pardon?" Sinistra said.

Suddenly, she was being rolled out of her robes. All three of the girls, including Su, stripped her quickly, working in perfect tandem. Sinistra shielded her body as layers were stripped away, but privately she was glad. If they were taking the first steps, maybe this could really happen.

But no, there was no way. She had gotten high hopes before. There was simply no chance that Harry could look at a forty-year-old and…

A shadow crossed Sinistra's face, thick and oblong. She went slightly cross-eyed in order to look up at it, staring at the veiny and twitching penis hovering above her.

"I know this is moving fast, but I can't help it," Harry said. "You're just too hot."

"Me?" asked Sinistra.

In her surprise she lowered her guard, allowing the girls an opening to pry off her underwear. Sinistra's eyes widened as her dark body ended up fully visible, from her stiff nipples to her completely shaven crotch. Her hips weren't quite as narrow as they'd been a few decades ago, and her stomach wasn't as smooth, but Harry hardly seemed to care. With a ravenous grunt, he rolled her over onto her stomach.

Sinistra felt his hands sink into her lush backside, his strong young fingers grabbing good chunks of her flesh. Something pressed against her entrance from behind, much warmer than any of her toys.

He filled her in an instant with one smooth thrust. Sinistra's eyes bulged. Her voice emerged from her throat— a short squeak that couldn't have been more different from the chilly monotone she'd been stuck using for so long.

Of course, with the pleasure came pain. She was far from uneducated about this. She knew from the start that it would hurt, but only for a little bit. Though, if she were being honest, she hadn't pictured the pain being this sharp.

"I know it hurts." Susan leaned forward, staring at Sinistra's prone form with wide, empathetic eyes. "It passes. I'll help you through it."

The redhead laced her fingers into Sinistra's, gently holding the professor and massaging the back of her palms. The touch was utterly sweet, and as Sinistra focused on the warmth, she found that Susan was really helping. With each stuttery breath, she hurt slightly less.

Soon, Susan looked up and nodded. Harry, who had left himself inserted in the professor but remained inert, finally started for real.

Sinistra cried out as his hips clapped firmly against her ass, time and again. That had always been her best feature. Sinistra felt her flesh ripple, though the sensation paled in comparison to what she was feeling inside of her. As Harry's youthful muscles brought him repeatedly against her body, Sinistra groaned and grunted. She felt like she was on fire between the legs, but without any pain, only burning pleasure.

"Feels good, doesn't it." Delicate hands touched her from the side as Lavender Brown reached out. She eased Sinistra up, bringing the professor onto all-fours from flat on her stomach. With Sinistra's body raised, Lavender reached under her, slipping two fingers near the spot Harry's cock was thundering in and out of her.

Sinistra couldn't figure out what the girl's game was, until she felt a firm pressure on her clit from above. Susan was still gently holding her hands, and Lavender's touch was equally gentle, yet it felt different. Lavender wasn't trying to calm her down, she was trying to drive Sinistra crazy. And it was working.

Sinistra hurled her head back, crying out louder than she ever had while masturbating. Harry was still pounding her insides to mush, and combined with Lavender's targeted attack, pleasure was lancing through her whole lower body.

A moment later, Sinistra gasped as she felt something sharp and painful. Long nails were pressing into the flesh around her nipples, which had been twisted halfway around as they hung beneath her torso.

"It stings, doesn't it?" Su, usually the voice of reason in this group, sounded fervent as she whispered in Sinistra's ear. "It hurts. Sometimes it really hurts. But it's always soooo good…"

Sinstra felt her nipples twist back and forth rapidly, and as her skin burned, she screamed.

Susan's reassurances. Lavender's erotic stimulation. Su's harsh touches. And, most importantly, there was Harry. Sinistra felt as if she'd been missing him behind her for her entire life. He filled her so well, his cock ramming places that felt designed to be pounded, his hands so strong and his body so stiff… and warm… and quick…

Under such an onslaught, Sinistra's walls clamped down hard.

"Cumming!" she shrieked, hanging her head. 

All the touches to so many different parts of her body felt twice as intense in that one moment, right as she squirted her first orgasm with a man all across Harry's cock. He grunted, smashing his hips into her ass one last time. And suddenly it wasn't just her squirting, but Harry filling her up with his thick warm semen…

She slumped forward, landing on her face. Her breath was coming in gasps. But all she could think was about the fact that she had finally, finally done it! She had her first time!

And what a first time it was…

"Well, Professor?"

At the sound of Harry's voice, she managed to roll over on her back, looking up at them once more.

"What do you think?" Harry asked. "Can I teach?"

All of them seemed to be waiting with baited breath. Even Su, who spent so much of the time acting like she didn't care. Sinistra couldn't help it: she laughed.

"Mr. Potter, not only can you teach, you've found your fourth student," she said.

Their eyes widened. "You mean…" he asked.

"You. Here. Every wednesday," Sinistra said, her professorly tone emerging once more. "I'm warning you, though, you'll be worked exceptionally hard. I have a lot of wasted time to make up for, after all."