After the spell impacted the far wall, he glanced back and noticed the frown on the witch's face. "No, no no, rember what I told you Harry? It is about presentation. You must flow with grace and flourish! The art of the duel is not just victory or defeat, it is impressing one's opponent and judges."
To Harry Potter there were no judges in a duel and impressing one's opponent ant impressing a raging sociopath hell-bent on murdering him. She moved forward to stand behind him once more, much to his dismay, and went to work 'adjusting' his posture.
There was little was little point in lying, the second ti it was little more than groping. Her hands began just above his waist and uncomfortably spun him slightly to the side. As they did so one and easily moved around to feel up his backside, squeezing his buttocks with little attempt at subtlety.
Then her hands continued down to his legs, and for a mont he forgot to breathe as they squeezed his upper thighs before pretending to shift his stance. The humiliation and discomfort had been bad enough up until that point, but they were dangerously close to outright sexual assault.
Even worse than Gordana's actions was his own response, his body betraying his disgust with the faint shivers and beginning signs of arousal.
"Let's try one more ti, shall we?"
He didn't want to, in fact he wanted to blast the woman through the nearest wall then take a shower so hot it would burn his skin off.
But he couldn't, not when this would likely be his only viable option. Still, maybe he could just do as she asked in the 'correct' way and be excused for the remainder of the evening.
His task was to dodge an imaginary spell and then return a stunner, and he did so in the most ridiculous and showy thod he could think of. He twirled about, dipping, and making exaggerated movents before launching the spell with just enough accuracy to hit the target but nothing more.
If he was being honest, it was more difficult than an actual duel.
Still, it seed to have done its job and he noticed the slight nod of approval from his instructor. "Good, that was very good Harry. Just think, a few more weeks and you will be nearing 'blue ribbon' levels!"
It took a massive amount of willpower not to roll his eyes.
Unfortunately, it was during that mont that she stepped up behind him once more. "Almost good enough, we just need to make one small adjustnt…" Her hands were on his upper thighs, squeezing and directing them in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with his movent or prior actions.
Afterwards he thought, prayed, they might be done. Then he felt her hands on his crotch, fingers squeezing. His breath caught in his chest, limbs paralyzed and heart rate skyrocketing.
Worse was his own reaction, or at least the natural one his body took. Deep down he had known this might be a possible outco, but his ntal preparations hadn't been enough for the woman outright molesting him, nor his body's own response to it.
"Mmmm very promising. I'm sure you've been told how this works, haven't you? It's why you approached after all. No one would want soone like Snape touching them. Lessons for a bit of fun, I think its a fair trade, don't you?" She accented with with another squeeze, and Harry was just thankful that he didn't need to look at her and that his clothing was still on.
With one more, almost painful, squeeze she pulled back, allowing the boy to breathe again and hope that this part of his 'task' was almost through.
Then he heard sothing that froze the blood in his veins almost as badly as the sound of a snake hissing, a belt hitting the floor.
Harry didn't want to turn around, didn't want to know what was happening behind him, didn't want to face whatever the so-called professor had in mind.
But he had to, and when he had finally swallowed down his pride he slowly twisted to find both what he did and didn't expect.
Lockhart, seated on a chair, legs spread and pants on the floor, her cunt on display. "Let show you what else I can teach you, hm?"
He knew what she wanted and based on the smirk adorning her face she knew he was aware as well. It turned his stomach, but at the sa ti sothing else shifted deep inside as well, that normal feeling of desire in the pit of his body. Hadn't he done sothing similar with Pandora Malfoy re months prior? There had been less at stake back then, less hinging on his need to deceive and manipulate the person.
He could do this too.
Moving forward, as if soone else was in control of his body, he approached and went down to his knees, a hand gripping the back of his head and pulling him forward at the sa ti.
"That's it Harry, good boy, use that mouth of yours."
And he did, using what he learned from the guide he had read, and his own experience with Grace, he went to work, earning quick gasps and moans.
In only a few minutes the woman was bucking against his face, body quivering as she reached a, remarkably fast, orgasm and slumping back into the chair.
"Such a good student." Lockhart muttered, "Knowing how to please a woman, knowing your place."
His lips twitched in defiance, wanting nothing more than to tell the woman where to shove her opinions, but his ti was running short and he either needed to think of so kind of excuse to be sent back to the Slytherin commons without escort.
Then he saw it, the apparent exhaustion on her face. "Why don't you get so rest professor, I can make it back on my own.
She looked uncertain for a mont but after a mont nodded. "Yes, of course Harry. One must always get a good night's rest after all so do be sure to keep in mind what you learned today, and we will pick up tomorrow then."
He faked an enthusiastic nod before departing the room, wiping the taste of her from his mouth before steeling his resolve with a deep breath, then moving with intent towards his new destination.
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