"Woman" Series, HG/AW

Just updating this into the chaptered fic and taking down the stand-alones.

A Woman of Fanasy

Arthur was shattered awake by a shrill voice and an ice cold cup of water thrown at his nether regions.

“Get up you lazy git! Must I do everything on my own around this dump?” Molly Weasley sashayed out of the room and harrumphed loudly as she slammed the door shut in her wake.

With a shout at the sudden impact of the cold water on his nether regions, and a shake of the head toward the closed door, Arthur rose from his lonely bed and headed for the loo. Respect was non-existent in his house, and while Molly had always been queen of the castle, there had been a modicum of love and respect that had kept their bond tight and steadfast through the years. The past couple of years had slowly eroded their once close-knit family. The death of their son in the final battle had seen Molly come unhinged. Arthur had a sneaking suspicion she was carrying on an affair of her own, and it had saddened him greatly. Now he was guilty of the same thing and was no better than his own suspicions.

The hot water felt like heaven on his body as he lathered his lightly freckled and mildly scarred chest and forearms. Tilting his head back into the spray, Arthur let his thoughts of the previous night drift to the forefront of his mind. The Muggle-born witch he had held in his arms had sparked his imagination and flared his desire to a previously unfilled inferno of lust, and something more he dared not contemplate, that had been missing in his marriage to Molly. It was more than butterflies and initial lust from a new and exciting liaison. Defining it would mean confronting what was slowly becoming more as his daily thoughts included lots of Hermione and less of his children’s mother.

A soapy hand gripped his burgeoning erection, beginning to slowly stroke the shaft in tandem with his fantasy. In his minds’ eye the sweet young witch joined him in the shower, leaning in to take over stroking his cock. His hand became hers as he guided her in pleasuring himself the way he enjoyed to be stroked. His breath hitched, imagining her rosebud lips leaning in to capture his own in a searing kiss that touched his very soul.

Arthur’s breath quickened despite his horrid hangover and his other hand reached to his scrotum, kneading the sac gently while Hermione’ s faux hand tweaked and rubbed his dick so deliciously.

That hot, snaking tongue of hers slipped into his mouth and tangled for dominance in a heated battle between the sexes, oral succulence causing his shaft to twitch and harden even more.

Those gorgeous tits were rubbing against his chest even as the muscles in his back were loosening beneath the sharp, heated spray from the shower head. His soapy chest lathered her nipples and breasts in slippery, fragrant bubbles that allowed for a smooth exchange of mutual skin-to-skin pleasure between them.

“Yes my love, just like that! Oh gods Hermione…..”

Arthurs’ knees trembled with a sudden weakness when his fantasy quickened her pace on the upstroke, tightening her grip just so at the head of his cock before encompassing his length over and over again in a way that made his balls tighten with anticipation.

Gasping for breath, the wanton witch in his head knelt between his legs and sucked him into her oral honey hole. With a fantastic shout he came harder than ever, head thrown back and his voice making an intense racket above the sound of water hitting the floor. Several jets of semen were shot from his love gun, hitting and spilling down Hermione’s lovely face, dripping onto her breasts as she rubbed his seed into her skin and licked some from her lips.

When the last of his supply had emptied onto the cold tile, he at last opened his eyes and blew out an exhausted sigh. Just the thought of entertaining Hermione physically was enough to have him coming like a young man again. He felt randy as hell, and after the previous nights’ excursion, he knew he wouldn’t be able to get her out of his system. Arthur wasn’t sure he wanted to. Some selfish part of him wanted the young witch for himself even though he knew that was impossible. They simply had found solace in one another for an occasional bout of lovemaking and connection.

If only……..

Well, he had speculated on what if’s long enough. It was time to face the harpy and get ready for work.

Putting on a cheerful face despite the shrieking from the kitchen for him to hurry up, Arthur Weasley did what he always did; he got ready for work and set out to support his family like the good, dependable and fatherly wizard that he was.

No one could tell by the look on his face that he would much rather be squirreled away with a certain young witch who was slowly taking over his heart.