Hogwarts' hot professors

Chapter 1. Starting at Hogwarts

The train was a beautiful ride, but then I had to get to Hogwarts. Since this was my first year at Hogwarts, I had to ride in a boat with the eleven year olds. I climbed into the murkiest boat with a scrawny looking child. I could have easily over powered any of these children. It would have been funny to kick them.

I rowed in the boat and observed the magnificent walls in front of me. I felt something special. Maybe excitement? Maybe nervousness? Maybe hungry? I could have used a panini. I looked behind me at the child. The child was very ugly. I pushed the child out of the boat. They screamed lol.

I was 15. The past years I had been jail for drinking and driving. Apparently it does not impress people when you smash into the wall of a children's hospital. OOPS LOL. Because of my age I was being put into the classes with other fifth years. My magic level was up to theirs as I found an old talented wizard to teach me magic. His name was crack-daddy-Steve and he insisted on doing in a back alley. He sold drugs and wore a boot on his head. I am not sure if he actually knew magic but either way he got the job done. I was able to advance my skills enough to break into gringots. I took enough money to break up with my sugar daddy.

I was excited to be sorted. I stood behind all of the children and wondered how many I could stuff into an average bathroom stall while I waited for my name to be called. "Delight...umm there is no last name here" a voice called.
"ye" I called back. I walked towards the sorting hat and wondered how well it absorbed chloroform. Probably very well.
I sat down on the stool and I carefully place the hat on my head. "Girl honestly I am so confused right now" the head started. "Just pick a number and I can place your that way. 1-4" he continued. I thought this was a great idea and the number I wanted to choose popped in my head. "The higher the better. 4" I smiled proudly. "Add a couple more zeros and that's what my services cost" I added.
"Are you a prostitute?" The hat asked.
"Are you the police?" I responded.
"Screw this! In all my years! This girls thoughts are weird. I am done! Ravenclaw!" The hate shouts
I screamed out of excitement. I look really good in blue.

I sat down at the Ravenclaw table. Everybody was staring at me. Probably because I am so hot. And sexy. And beautiful. Everybody was staring at me but I was staring at the teachers table. Professor. He was hot. His white crusty beard really turned me on. I could also easily smuggle him illegally into another country. I turned to the kid beside me and asked what that teachers name was. "His name is Professor Flittwick. He teaches charms," the kid responded.
"Charms, that's fitting. He would not need to pay" I smirked back. The student stared at me back.
"BOI WHAT THE ****" he yelled.

When it was night I started to get ready for bed. I put on my satin silk pajamas and organized my clothes. I carefully placed my drugs and blood money in my safe box under the bed. I made sure blood was needed to open it...for safety. I shuffled into the covers and fell peacefully to sleep.