Hogwarts Chemistry
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
20
Views:
6,908
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A Bittersweet Success-R/[G=McG]
A Bittersweet Success
Ginny jolted quickly from the lake where her brother laid resting. She had just had sex with her brother…or more like fisted.
“I can’t believe it…” Her figure grew more womanlike and Professor McGonagall appeared. “That boy should be ashamed of himself…poor Ginny though.” She said with a smile.
The next morning Ron sat next to Ginny smiling. Should looked confused and McGonagall knew why. “Poor girl.” She said under her breath. The night before had been so great for her. She hadn’t had sex like that in ages. Her class was going to be full of the fifth years next, so she left early to prepare. As she walked down the hallway she began to remember a faint feeling of guilt…but she thought it away.
As McGonagall stood, her back facing the door, she looked through her books. Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her waist and a soft, but lustful voice whisper in her ear. “So you thought you’d fool me?” It was Ron. “Well, Ginny doesn’t have Gray hair…she has red.” He showed her a couple of strands of long gray hair.
“Mr. Weasley-” He stopped her.
“Shh. As much as I hate to admit it, you were fantastic. Though, my sister…” There was regret in his voice, but in his firm grasp around her, no one could tell. “McGonagall, if you keep showing yourself as someone else, I don’t know what I am going to-” he grabbed her long breasts, “have to do.” She moaned.
“Oh Mr. Weasley, it was just…” No words escaped her mouth that was even comprehensible. Ron heard students rumbling the hall and let go.
“Just remember what I said.” He backed off and sat down at his seat. He sat smiling with satisfaction as he excited her. Hermione and Ron came in, not shameful, but happy. They both had their share of teacher appreciation. Hermione with Hooch and Harry with Hagrid…but Hagrid was also getting a hard off of someone else…more like, something else.
Ginny jolted quickly from the lake where her brother laid resting. She had just had sex with her brother…or more like fisted.
“I can’t believe it…” Her figure grew more womanlike and Professor McGonagall appeared. “That boy should be ashamed of himself…poor Ginny though.” She said with a smile.
The next morning Ron sat next to Ginny smiling. Should looked confused and McGonagall knew why. “Poor girl.” She said under her breath. The night before had been so great for her. She hadn’t had sex like that in ages. Her class was going to be full of the fifth years next, so she left early to prepare. As she walked down the hallway she began to remember a faint feeling of guilt…but she thought it away.
As McGonagall stood, her back facing the door, she looked through her books. Suddenly she felt arms wrap around her waist and a soft, but lustful voice whisper in her ear. “So you thought you’d fool me?” It was Ron. “Well, Ginny doesn’t have Gray hair…she has red.” He showed her a couple of strands of long gray hair.
“Mr. Weasley-” He stopped her.
“Shh. As much as I hate to admit it, you were fantastic. Though, my sister…” There was regret in his voice, but in his firm grasp around her, no one could tell. “McGonagall, if you keep showing yourself as someone else, I don’t know what I am going to-” he grabbed her long breasts, “have to do.” She moaned.
“Oh Mr. Weasley, it was just…” No words escaped her mouth that was even comprehensible. Ron heard students rumbling the hall and let go.
“Just remember what I said.” He backed off and sat down at his seat. He sat smiling with satisfaction as he excited her. Hermione and Ron came in, not shameful, but happy. They both had their share of teacher appreciation. Hermione with Hooch and Harry with Hagrid…but Hagrid was also getting a hard off of someone else…more like, something else.