I am Peter Pettigrew

Sorry I was away for a long time but you know life and all. The fanfic is definitely not dead. It will continue to receive updates, they maybe weeks or months but I will finish this. I know first hand the disappointment of a dropped fanfic so yes, don't worry on that end.

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I leaned back in the chair across from Dumbledore, watching him closely, trying not to let my amusement show. He looked more tired than usual, his fingers pressed together in that way he does when he's about to lecture someone. But I knew what he wanted, and I had no intention of giving it to him.

"Peter," he started, voice calm but laced with that pointed tone, "I trust you've read Rita Skeeter's article on Severus?"

I gave a small shrug, keeping my expression neutral. "Oh, I read it, Albus. She certainly has a way with words, doesn't she? Hard to argue with most of it, really—she captured his style quite accurately."

Dumbledore's gaze sharpened. He wasn't impressed. "I had wondered if you might have had some... influence over her content, Peter. You do have strong opinions on Severus."

I fought back a smirk. "Now, Albus, that's a bold suggestion. Surely you know I wouldn't dabble in journalism." I paused, letting my words linger. "Though I do think she raised valid points. Can you honestly say anything she mentioned was untrue?"

I could tell he was trying to hold back his irritation. He sighed, leaning forward slightly. "Peter, Severus has been an essential part of what I am working toward here. His role, though sometimes... difficult to reconcile, is one that requires patience."

"So is it too much to ask," I said slowly, "for him to exercise a bit of that patience on the students instead of making Potions class a war zone? Perhaps ask him to be a better human being, for a start?"

Dumbledore's eyes flashed with frustration, and he opened his mouth, likely to defend Severus as he always did. But I didn't need another speech on "the bigger picture" or how "complicated" Severus was. Before he could launch into it, I leaned forward, giving him a look that showed I had other priorities.

"Albus," I said, shifting the conversation, "have you made any headway on the Lestrange vault? Helga Hufflepuff's cup, to be specific."

His expression changed, the debate over Severus slipping to the back of his mind, replaced with a flicker of something graver. "I am working on it," he replied, voice softer but resolute. "You needn't worry about that."

I felt a quiet satisfaction settle in. Finally. For too long, that cup had been left in the hands of creatures who had no idea what they were guarding. "Good to hear," I said, standing up and straightening my robes. "I have a stack of essays to grade. I'll leave you to your… plans headmaster."

As I left his office, I could feel his eyes on my back.

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My arms were laden with a couple of bags holding my latest acquisitions—chips, fizzy drinks, and a few chocolates I couldn't resist picking up during my trip to the muggle world. A guilty pleasure, perhaps, but they added a small touch of indulgence to the routine life at Hogwarts. I had just returned from checking on my properties and assets in the muggle world. Now I had a date with Aurora to look forward too. I wasn't to big on dates but it turns out women like it. I was starting to regret going out with Aurora, I don't care for personal feelings and this was certainly a one sided emotional attraction.

The evening air was crisp as I made my way down to the far side of the Black Lake. The distant lights of Hogwarts glimmered on the surface of the water, but this spot was isolated enough to ensure privacy.

When I reached the agreed-upon spot, Aurora Sinistra was already waiting. She stood near the edge of the lake, her dark robes blending into the shadowy surroundings. The moonlight caught her face, highlighting her delicate features, and she turned to smile at me as I approached.

"Peter," she said softly, her voice like a warm melody carried by the cool breeze.

Before I could respond, she closed the distance between us, and her arms slid around my neck. Our lips met in a kiss that was far more desperate and needy than I had anticipated. It wasn't easy for us to find time like this, with the students and our teaching responsibilities constantly looming over us.

When we finally pulled apart, I pressed my forehead to hers, savoring the closeness.

"I missed you," I murmured, tightening my arms around her waist.

Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me, a soft laugh escaping her lips. "We just spent the night together two days ago."

"That's two days too many," I replied, my tone playful but with an edge of sincerity.

She smiled and took my hand, her fingers weaving through mine. We began to walk along the shore, the sound of the water lapping at the edges of the lake a soothing background to our conversation.

"Your trip?" she asked, glancing sideways at me.

"Productive," I replied. "The properties are in order, and I've restocked on my favorites." I gestured to my constant companion, my mokeeskin bag. "Want a fizzy drink? Or some chocolate?"

She chuckled, shaking her head. "Later, maybe. For now, let's just enjoy this."

We walked in silence for a while, the weight of the day's responsibilities melting away with each step. It felt good to unwind like this, to steal. But just as I was starting to relax, I noticed a shift in her demeanor.

Aurora's grip on my hand loosened, and when I turned to look at her, I saw that her expression had grown distant. Her eyes were misty, her lips pressed together as if she were holding back some unspoken emotion.

"Aurora?" I stopped walking, gently tugging her hand to make her face me. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head quickly, forcing a weak smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Nothing, Peter. It's just… I've just remembered something I need to take care of. An emergency."

The words hit me like a bucket of cold water. It was happening again.

I frowned, frustration bubbling to the surface. This was the second time something like this had happened. The first time, on our initial date, I had chalked it up to nerves or bad timing. But now? Now it felt like there was something more, something she wasn't telling me.

"Aurora," I said, my voice firmer this time. "This is the second time you've done this. You get upset, you leave in a hurry, and you refuse to talk about it. I think I deserve an explanation."

Her eyes darted away, her cheeks coloring. "Peter, I…" She hesitated, biting her lip. "You have nothing to worry about. Truly. I just… I can't talk about it right now."

I stepped closer, trying to keep my frustration in check. "Aurora, I care about you. But this—this running off without a word—it's starting to feel like a pattern. If there's something wrong, I want to help. But you need to let me in."

She shook her head again, tears glistening in her eyes. "I can't, Peter. Not now. Please trust me."

Before I could press her further, she pulled her hand free and turned to leave, her robes billowing behind her as she broke into a run.

I stood there, frozen, my fists clenching at my sides. Anger and confusion swirled inside me, threatening to boil over. What was she hiding? Why couldn't she trust me with it?

I stared after her until she disappeared into the distance, the sound of her retreating footsteps swallowed by the night. The peacefulness of the lake now felt like a cruel mockery of my mood.

I hadn't even wanted to go for this date and now she was ditching me again, it was then that I promised myself that whomever was causing Aurora to act like this , someone else or herself, I will punish them.

As I walked back towards the castle, my thoughts drifted to Aurora, and if she was being blackmailed by someone. But my musings were abruptly interrupted by a soft, muffled sound that didn't quite fit with the tranquility of the lake.

I stopped in my tracks, my curiosity piqued. Was someone in trouble? As I scanned the area, my eyes landed on a figure huddled under a large oak tree, its branches reaching out like protective arms. As I approached, I realized it was a girl, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed quietly.

I recognized her as Jules, a student I had often noticed with the beauxbaton uniform, always immersed in her books. Her long blonde hair, usually neatly tied back, now fell loosely around her face, partially concealing her delicate features.

I had already been left blue balled by one women it seems fate was looking out for me today.

"Hey, are you okay?" I asked gently, my voice soft and full of concern. Jules startled at the sound of my voice, quickly wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. She looked up at me, her big blue eyes red and puffy from crying.

"I'm fine," she sniffled, her voice shaky. "Just... just a little homesick, I guess."

I wasn't convinced. I could sense there was more to it, something deeper that had caused this beautiful girl to break down by the lake. I decided to take a chance and sit beside her, careful not to invade her personal space too much. Let's try going the old way instead of using my wand, besides that would be too easy.

"You know, sometimes it helps to talk about it," I said, my voice warm and reassuring. "I'm Peter, by the way. You have probably seen me around the castle."

Jules nodded, her eyes downcast. "I know who you are," she whispered. "You're the defence against the dark arts professor. I'm Jules."

I smiled. "Well, Jules, it's nice to officially meet you. And I'm here if you need someone to talk to. Sometimes, it's easier to confide in a stranger, you know?"

Jules bit her lip, her fingers nervously plucking at the grass. "I... I was bullied," she blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush. "A group of girls from my school... they've been making my life miserable. They call me names, play pranks on me, and today... today they went too far."

I placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. This is too easy, the smile on my face was probably creepy, thankfully she is not looking at me.

"That's awful, Jules. You didn't deserve that. No one does. Can you tell me what happened today?"

Jules took a deep breath, steeling herself to relive the painful memory. "They... they took my clothes while I was showering. I had to walk back to my room wrapped in a towel, and everyone was staring. I felt so humiliated, Professor."

"Call me Peter" I said, as my hand tightened on her shoulder, the smile becoming bigger. "That's fucking terrible. Those girls are assholes. You didn't do anything to provoke them?"

Jules was a bit shocked by my choice of words, but she was even more grateful that I used them on her bullies.

Jules shook her head, her blonde hair swaying. "No, it's just... I'm alone here, and all my friends are back in France. The ones here, I'm not like them. I like reading, and I'm not into parties or drinking. I just want to study and make my parents proud."

I understood  the pressure of wanting to excel academically, especially when it seemed like everyone else was more interested in having fun. I wanted to make her feel better, to take away her pain and replace it with something better.

"Jules, you're amazing just the way you are. Don't ever change to please others. Those girls are missing out on getting to know an incredible person."

Jules smiled weakly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Thanks, Pro.... Peter. You're really sweet. I'm glad I ran into you today."

"Hey, how about we get out of here? We can grab some ice cream or something. My treat. It might help take your mind off things."

Jules nodded, her eyes lighting up at the suggestion. "I'd like that. Ice cream sounds amazing."

It was so easy to install suggestions and impulses in an unguarded mind that it it was almost laughable.

We stood up, and I noticed how her body moved gracefully, her curves accentuated by her fitting skirt and top, a much better uniform than what we had at Hogwarts. Jules had a natural beauty that didn't need any enhancements, and I found myself looking forward to getting her out of her clothes.

As we walked towards the castle, I subtly cast the most powerful notice-me-not charm on us and thankfully no one saw us as I took her back to my room.

In my room, we ordered ice cream via house elves and sat on the table in the living room of my quartes. Jules eyes sparkled as she dug into her sundae, the sweetness contrasting with the bitterness of her earlier experience. I watched her, taking in her every move, the way she licked her spoon and how her pink tongue darted out to catch a stray drop of chocolate.

"You're beautiful, you know that, Jules?" I said, my voice low and husky. My words seemed to startle her, and she looked up at me, her spoon paused halfway to her mouth.

"I... I don't know what to say," she stammered, her cheeks flushing.

I leaned across the table, my eyes never leaving hers. "You don't need to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel. And I want to make you feel good, Jules. Really good."

Jules' breath hitched, and she set her spoon down, her ice cream forgotten. She leaned towards me, her lips parting slightly as if inviting me to kiss her. My heart raced as I closed the distance between us, my lips brushing softly against hers.

The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration of each other's mouths. But as our tongues met, the kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Jules' hands found their way into my hair, pulling me closer, as if she couldn't get enough of me. My hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts through her top, feeling the weight of them in my palms.

Breathing became labored as we kissed, our bodies pressing against each other, seeking more contact. Jules moaned softly into my mouth, her hands now tugging at my shirt, desperate to feel my skin. I obliged, pulling my shirt over my head, revealing my toned torso. Jules' eyes widened at the sight, her fingers tracing the contours of my chest, making me shiver with desire.

"I want you, Jules," I whispered, my voice thick with want. "I want to make you feel amazing. Let me show you."

Jules nodded, her eyes dark with desire. "Yes, please. I want to feel you, Peter."

We stood up, our ice creams long forgotten, and made our way back to my room, our hands entwined. I gently lowered Jules onto the bed, my body hovering over hers.

I kissed her again, my hands moving to the hem of her top, slowly lifting it up, revealing her lacy bra and the swell of her breasts. Jules arched her back, offering herself to me, her hands tugging at my belt, eager to free me from my clothes.

I obliged, quickly shedding my pants and underwear, my erection springing free, hard and ready. Jules' eyes widened at the sight of my thick, throbbing cock, her fingers reaching out to touch it, to feel its heat and hardness.

"Oh, Peter," she breathed, her voice full of wonder. "You're so big."

I groaned at her touch, my body trembling with need. "I want to be inside you, Jules. But first, let me taste you."

I moved down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her neck and chest, until I reached her breasts. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my tongue, while my fingers deftly unhooked her bra, freeing her full, heavy breasts. Jules moaned loudly, her back arching off the ground, her hands tangling in my hair, urging me on.

I lavished attention on her breasts, sucking and nibbling at her sensitive nipples, while my hand traveled down her flat stomach, slipping beneath her skirt. I found the wetness between her thighs, her pussy already dripping with desire. I rubbed her clit through her panties, making her squirm and cry out.

"Please, Peter," she begged, her voice hoarse. "I need you. Now."

"Ask nicely my dear, I'm a professor after all" I smiled at her.

She looked at me with needy eyes, "Please fuck this dirty student, Professor"

I couldn't deny her any longer. I stood up, quickly discarding her clothes, revealing her naked body in all its glory. Jules lay before me, her blonde hair fanned out on the bed, her breasts heaving with each breath, and her pussy glistening with arousal.

I positioned myself between her legs, my cock brushing against her wetness, teasing her entrance. Jules whimpered, her hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer.

"Fuck me, Professor" she pleaded, her eyes wild with desire. "Please, I need to feel you inside me."

I thrust forward, my cock sliding into her tight, hot pussy. Jules gasped, her body adjusting to my size, her walls clenching around me. I paused, giving her a moment to get used to me, before beginning a slow, steady rhythm.

Hmm no blood, it seems she is not as innocent as she seems.

"You feel so fucking good, Jules," I groaned, my voice strained. "So tight and wet. I'm not gonna last long."

Jules wrapped her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass, urging me to go deeper. "I don't want you to last long, Professor. I want to feel you come inside me."

My control snapped at her words, and I began to pound into her, my hips slamming against hers, my balls slapping against her ass. Jules cried out with each thrust, her nails digging into my back, leaving marks of passion.

"Yes, Professor! Harder! Oh, fuck, I'm close!" Jules screamed, her body tensing beneath me.

I felt his own orgasm building, my balls tightening as I slammed into her again and again. "I'm gonna cum, Jules! Oh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

With a final, powerful thrust, I emptied myself into Jules, my hot cum filling her pussy, our bodies shuddering in unison as they rode out their orgasms.

We lay there, breathless and spent, our hearts still racing from the intensity of our passion. I rolled onto my side, pulling Jules close, our bodies still connected, my softening cock still nestled inside her.

"That was... incredible," Jules whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I've never felt anything like that before."

I smiled, my lips brushing her forehead. "You're incredible, Jules. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you in the main hall. You're so beautiful and smart, and I'm glad I got to show you how much I desire you."

Jules snuggled closer, her fingers tracing circles on my chest. "I'm glad I ran into you today, Professor. You made me feel special, desired. And I want to feel this again. With you."

"Well the night has just started" I pervertedly smile at her. My cock hardening inside her.

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