Harry Potter x Penelope Clearwater (The Tutor 3)

Harry felt perplexed, this was Penny’s seventh year, in other words her final year at hogwarts. He couldn’t believe this was the last year he was able to be alone with Penny at Hogwarts. The idea of being away from her, no longer receiving tutoring sessions and experiencing intimate moments with her, caused a pang in his heart.

As the thought of Penny leaving Hogwarts loomed over him, Harry found it increasingly difficult to focus during his lessons. His mind kept wandering back to their shared memories, from their first tutoring session to their more intimate moments together.

Hermione pointed out his mood just a day ago. “What’s with you Harry? You look like you just lost a quidditch game or something?”  Harry brushed her off clearly annoying his closest friend. 

“Nothing’s wrong.” Harry knew he wasn’t fooling Hermione, but he didn’t feel like opening up about his feelings right now.

Harry decided he would talk to Penny about his feelings when he saw her for their next tutoring session. He hoped that she might be able to help him come up with a solution to ease his worries about her leaving Hogwarts.

When the time of their tutoring session arrived, Harry headed towards the classroom feeling a mix of nerves and anticipation. Upon reaching the door, he knocked gently before entering, greeting Penny as usual. “Hey Harry,” she smiled back at him.

Penelope could sense that Harry was troubled about something as she noticed a subtle change in his demeanor. “Is everything okay Harry?” She asked as she gestured him to sit down. “You seem a bit distracted today.”

Harry paused, unsure of where to start. After a moment of silence, he let out a deep sigh. “It’s just that I don’t know how you’ll be able to tutor me next year since this is your final year at Hogwarts.”

Penelope was taken aback by Harry’s question. “Does this really worry so much? Our Christmas break isn’t here yet, and you’re already worried about me graduating.”

Harry’s cheeks flushed as he looked down, embarrassed. “I- I didn’t mean to offend you.”

Penelope smiled softly. “Of course not, Harry. You’re right, I am graduating this year. I’ve been thinking about what I want to do after graduation for quite some time now.”

“And?” Harry probed, eager to learn more about Penny’s plans.

“Well… I don’t know yet. My earlier plans were working at the ministry” Penny admitted, almost instantly Harry’s face fell.

“But I really need your tutoring lessons.” Harry pleaded, his voice laced with desperation.

Penny looked at her young friend. “Harry let’s be honest with each other, you are more than capeble brewing potions. Your grade has been rising for the last few weeks. Professor mcgonagall mentioned last week she told you, you. Could quit the tutoring lessons all together if you wanted.” Harry looked away from her. “Just tell me what bothers you so much.” She said taking one of his hands in hers.

Harry looked up at her, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I don’t know what it is, Penny. The thought of you leaving makes me feel so alone, almost like I’m back at my relatives again. Hermione and Ron are close friends but  it isn’t the same as sharing these intimate moments with you.”

Harry felt his face heat up from his honest confession, but he needed her to know the impact she had on him. He was surprised when Penny didn’t look shocked by his words. Instead, she squeezed his hand reassuringly.

“I know I’ve grown close to you in these months, Harry, and to be clear.” She waited before showing a loving smile. “I like you a lot.”

“I like you too.” Harry replied shyly.

Penny leaned in to kiss him softly on his left cheek. “We need to focus on the present, after Christmas will discuss  your concerns about my graduation. Now let’s focus on your potions lesson, shall we?”

Harry nodded eagerly, still feeling a warm tingle on his cheek from Penny’s kiss. He turned to her with determination, ready to learn anything she taught him today.

“Today, I think we should work on a new potion,” Penny started as they began rummaging through their ingredient shelves.

They worked  opposite of each other for some time brewing their potions. Harry couldn’t help  but steal quick glances at Penny as he worked, noticing the way her hair was being held in a bun. Her ravenclaw shirt was a bit to tight and he could see her cleavage from where he was sitting.

Harry nearly chocked when he saw penny bending over to check her cauldron. Giving him a direct view of her cleavage, standing back over straight Harry noticed Penny sweaty forehead no doubt thanks to the heat coming from her fire below the cauldron. Penny took a napkin to wipe the sweat but when harry noticed she had missed one drop. Harry watched as the single drop of  sweat rolled down Penny’s elegant neck until it stopped at her cleavage. 

Penny noticed him staring at her. "Harry your potion is finished, don't let it burn." Harry didn't reply to her, he was still busy watching the sweat drop, he noticed she was a bit annoyed at him but she was also amused by his antics. Penny rolled her eyes. “Really?” she said in disbelief.

Harry suddenly realized his potion was indeed ready to be removed from the heat and quickly took it off his burner. He stirred it once and put down his spoon.

Harry cleared his throat, and Penny’s eyes met his gaze.

“Uhm” Harry said  softly. “Your sweater is a bit sweaty.”

Penny’s eyebrows furrowed at Harry’s comment, but a hint of amusement danced in her eyes.

“Is that so?” she replied, her tone laced with intrigue.

Harry nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly from the unexpected attention he was giving Penny’s sweater. He gestured towards Penny’s cleavage.

“Oh?” Penny said. Before Harry could respond Penny did something unexpected, she grabbed her shirt folding her arms and in a swift motion she pulled the sweater over her head, revealing her smooth back and her black bra.

“Now is it better?” Penny asked teasingly. Harry’s breath hitched at the sight of Penny’s bared skin, his eyes transfixed by the curves of her shoulders and the delicate straps of her bra against her skin. He felt a familiar stirring in his pants, and he swallowed hard as he tried to find his voice to reply to Penny’s question.

“I-I’m sorry, Penny, I didn’t mean-.” Harry started to apologize, his cheeks burning brightly with embarrassment. Penny cut him off before he could finish his apology, her laughter filling the room as she stepped closer towards Harry.

“No need to apologize Harry,” Penny chuckled. “I liked the look you gave me, and I wanted to tease you a bit. You need to learn how to relax sometimes.”

Penelope’s words brought Harry out of his trance-like state, and he blinked at her, still processing the unexpected turn of events.

“Let's try a different excercise." Penny said, Harry wanted to ask but before he could Penny climbed ontop of her desk. turing Penny sat down sexily  ontop of the desk. She placed her hands behind her, leaning back slightly giving Harry an even better view of her beautiful breasts.

Harry couldn't help but drink in the sight of her as she sat atop the desk in front of him. His eyes trailed over Penny’s face, her lips curled into a playful grin that hinted at mischief to come. Her skin glistened with a subtle glow from the soft lighting in the room, accentuating each curve and line. He marveled at the smooth, unblemished skin of her neck and shoulders, noting the delicate straps of her black bra resting against her skin like a tantalizing whisper.

As his gaze continued downward, he felt his pulse quicken with each new detail that came into view. Penny's black bra cupped her ample breasts, leaving them pushed up enticingly and making them appear even larger than Harry remembered. Her nipples were visible through the thin fabric of the bra, tantalizing Harry with their hard outline. The black color of her lingerie contrasted enticingly against her skin, adding an air of sophistication and allure to her already captivating form.

Harry's gaze continued its journey down the length of Penny's body, taking in the smooth curves of her stomach and thighs. She wore a tight-fitting skirt, which had ridden up slightly when she sat down on the desk, exposing a tempting flash of her thigh-high stockings. The contrast between the soft fabric of her skirt and the sheer nylon of her stockings sent a shiver through Harry as he imagined the tantalizing sensation they would create against his skin.

Finally, his gaze came to rest on Penny's feet, which she had crossed at her ankles in a seductive pose. Her legs were long and shapely, with beautifully defined calves. The heels of her high stiletto shoes added an extra level of allure to Penny's already captivating form, drawing Harry's attention to the delicate shape of her ankles and the soft curves of her feet.

“Let's try another exercise Harry,” Penny said as Harry snapped out of his trance. “How about you give me a foot massage?” she asked. Harry hesitated briefly, his pulse still racing from the sight of Penny in her lingerie. However, he couldn't deny the prospect of getting close enough to touch her skin was incredibly appealing. With a nod, he agreed to Penny's suggestion.

Penelope lifted her long legs, resting them against Harry's desk. His hands trembled slightly as he reached out to gently grasp her ankles, easing her legs apart with the gentle movement. A thrill of excitement ran through Harry at the realization that he had been given permission to touch her.

With a soft touch, Harry began massaging Penny's soles. Her eyes fluttered closed in blissful surrender as he kneaded the smooth skin, gradually increasing the pressure to work out any tension. Harry's eyes traced every curve and line of her legs as he worked his way up, his touch eliciting soft sighs and moans of pleasure from Penny.

As he continued to massage Penny's legs, he couldn't help but marvel at the smoothness of her skin, the curves and lines that seemed to have been sculpted by some divine force. Each touch sent a surge of arousal through Harry, and he found himself fighting against his growing erection. He knew this exercise was meant to be a relaxing experience for Penny, but he couldn't deny it was having the exact opposite effect on him.

Penny's head snapped up when she felt something hot and wet on her feet. She glanced down to see Harry with his tongue out lapping at her stocking covered feet, making them damp from his saliva. Penny giggled. She watched Harry with a mixture of surprise and enjoyment as he continued to lap at her feet with his tongue.

“You're going to mess up my nylons.” She playfully scolded him.

Harry looked up at Penny. “Maybe that's the point?” he asked back teasingly.

Penny's smile grew wider. She uncrossed her legs, sitting up straighter on the edge of her desk to give Harry a better angle to lick her feet. “I can't deny you're doing that really well.” She admitted, her voice slightly hoarse from the pleasure he was giving her.

Harry's cheeks flushed at Penny's praise as he continued his assault on her stocking-clad feet. He alternated between soft licks and gentle nibbles, eliciting soft moans and giggles from Penny with each new sensation. He reveled in the power he held in this moment, knowing his touch was capable of bringing her so much pleasure.

“Harry.” Penny purred.

He stopped his ministrations on her feet to meet Penny's gaze, his eyes locking on hers with anticipation. Feeling gryffindor courage Harry took Penny's stocking between's his fingers and in one hard tug he ripped open her the nylon material around her right foot.

Harry watched Penny's face closely as she gasped at the sudden movement. He noted her eyes darken with arousal as she looked at the ruined nylon material, the thrill of the forbidden action between them causing a rush of pleasure within her. The torn stocking hung off her right foot, leaving her foot bare and exposed to Harry's eager gaze.

Penny's breathing grew heavier at Harry's bold move, her eyes locked on his as she whispered, “Do you know what you've done?” The room was filled with a thick tension as they maintained eye contact, the anticipation hanging heavy in the air.

Harry stood up from his chair and moved closer to Penny, positioning himself between her legs. He grasped her right ankle, pulling her foot closer to his face as he began to lick the exposed skin of her foot. Penny let out a soft sigh at the sensation, her eyes fluttering closed as she gave into Harry's touch.

As Harry licked and nibbled on Penny's bare foot, he felt her body tense with anticipation. The thrill of their daring move hung in the air, their shared excitement making the moment even more electrifying. Penny's foot was soft and warm under his tongue, and he savored each new sensation it elicited from her.

“Harry,” she whispered his name, the sound barely audible.

Harry paused his ministrations to look at Penny, noting the pleading expression in her eyes. Grabbing her other foot Harry ripped the nylon material of her stocking in a quick motion. Penny gasped at the movement, her breath catching in her throat as she met Harry's gaze.

With both feet now bare, Harry resumed his assault on Penny's sensitive skin. His tongue danced across her foot, eliciting moans and sighs from Penny as she gave into his touch. He moved his tongue expertly around her toes, the smooth skin of her foot providing a perfect canvas for his playful exploration. "Those were expansive stockings Harry" Penny said in between moans.

"Are they? A waste of Galleons if you ask me." Harry said sinking his teeth in her arch nibbling the skin, Penny sighed.

"You're very talented, Harry," Penny admitted through clenched teeth. Her body trembled from each sensation Harry's tongue sent coursing through her.

"I'm glad you like it." Penny let out a moan as Harry's tongue lapped at her instep. Her hands reached down to grasp his head, pulling him closer to her feet. The air in the room seemed to vibrate with anticipation, the thrill of their intimate moment hanging heavy over them. "You better buy me new 

stockings as a replacement," Penny said softly, her voice tinged with desire.

Harry looked up to meet Penny's eyes, her gaze smoldering with passion. "You shouldn't cover your legs and feet like that, Penny," Harry replied boldly. "They are to beautiful to be hidden from the world." Penny's cheeks flushed at Harry's words as she smiled at his compliment. She pushed him back slightly with her foot.

 "Now it's my turn." Penny said. "Take your cock out." Harry felt a rush of excitement at Penny's command. He quickly complied, dropping his pants and boxers in one swift motion. "Grab your chair and put it in front of me." Penny instructed. Harry moved the chair into position, feeling a rush of anticipation as he wondered what Penny had planned for him.

"Sit." Penny commanded. Harry complied, his heart pounding in his chest as he sat down in front of her exposed legs. Penny lifted her legs to drape them over his shoulders, the skin of her inner thighs smooth and warm against his back. "I've wanted to do this to you for a while now." Penny said huskily.

Penny's legs slid down from Harry's shoulders, wrapping around his waist instead. Her right foot moved forward, her toes curling around Harry's cock. She slowly began to stroke him with her toes, each movement eliciting a moan from Harry. "How does this feel?" she asked, her voice laced with amusement.

Harry gasped in response as he felt her toes move along his length, each stroke igniting a fire within him that he couldn't ignore. "Amazing," he finally managed to reply, his breathing heavy from the sensation.

Penny smiled at Harry's response, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She shifted slightly on the edge of the desk,  allowing her left foot to join the action. Her left foot curled around the base of his cock, applying gentle pressure as her right foot continued stroking him. "That's good," Harry panted.

Penny continued her assault on Harry's sensitive skin, her feet working together in perfect harmony as she expertly brought him closer to the edge. Each stroke sent a surge of pleasure through Harry's body, his skin tingling under Penny's touch. The room faded away, leaving only the two of them in a world of desire and pleasure.

"Harry," Penny purred, her voice low and husky. "Come on my feet." Harry felt his breath hitch at Penny's words, a rush of arousal coursing through him at her suggestion. With a groan, Harry released his pent-up desire onto Penny's waiting feet, feeling a rush of ecstasy as he fulfilled her request. Penny watched with satisfaction as Harry stood up from his chair and aimed his cock right at her soles.

Harry's breathing grew heavier as he looked at Penny, her legs still crossed over each other. Her beautiful bare feet glistened with his cum, her black toenail polish contrasting beautifully against the smooth skin of her feet. Each toe was perfectly manicured, and Harry couldn't deny he wanted to feel them wrap around his cock again sometime soon. His heart swelled with pride at the sight, knowing that he had experienced another intimate moment with his beautiful tutor.

"You liked that didn't you?" Penny asked, her voice filled with amusement.

"Too much." Harry admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Penny's laughter echoed through the room as she reached out and grabbed her discarded shoes. "That was a fun exercise, but next time we will have to try something different." Penny smiled at Harry as she put her shoes back on. Teasing Harry one more time Penny deliberately streched her right leg out while putting on her  shoe, her toes were covered in his cum.

Harry swallowed hard at the sight. The sudden movement brought back the smell of his cum, his mind clouding with arousal as he realized how enticing the whole sight was. Penny moved closer, her eyes locked with his as she reached her right hand behind Harry's head and pulled him in for a kiss.

Their lips met softly at first, gradually deepening in passion as they stood there wrapped in each other's arms. Harry felt his body tingle from the warmth of Penny's embrace, the lingering taste of her on his lips sending a shiver down his spine. As they broke apart from the kiss, Penny smiled softly. "Just remember on my way back your cum will dry on my skin."

"You're the perfect tutor." Harry laughed.