She\'s Like The Wind

"Mr. Weasley," Minerva sighed, quietly pushing him a few inches away. "We cannot do this anymore. We… I…" she began, the rest of it entirely lost as he began suckling her neck. She tried once again to keep him at a distance. He growled, eying his Head of House bitterly. "You're a pupil of mine! I'm the Head of Gryffindor House; your House!" She shouted.

"So what?" Ron yelled, anger flaring. She hadn't had any issues with it earlier.

"I'm fifty-five years your senior!" Minerva exclaimed, and took a hold of his shoulders. She momentarily shook him. "Why the hell can't you see?" She finished.

Ron's eyes widened upon hearing his proud Transfiguration Professor curse. Actually, he had already known it couldn't be happening at the beginning of what he sometimes liked to call a relationship, but wasn't. One could rarely call a one time shag that she had soon named an accident a relationship. He sighed, nodding. He then hung his head and turned to leave, but Minerva's fingers closed around his arm. He intuitively looked up, and their eyes immediately connected, as did their hot, wet mouths. Both of them knew that this would be the very last time; this would be their romantic goodbye…

Both of them needed this one last encounter to be able to say goodbye in that way. Ron's fingertips began wandering rapidly over her body, as their kiss grew even fiercer. He easily turned her, and Minerva already pointed her wand at the door to seal it, then cast a powerful silencing charm. Minerva's wand fell down onto the wood with a clatter, as Ron began kissing her neck, pushing her against the desk.

Ron rapidly hitched up her robes, thrusting into her deep. She gasped, and Ron momentarily waited for her to get used to this position, then began making long, deep strokes into her sheath. Minerva intuitively held onto the edges of her desk, the feeling between her lightly parted legs deeply satisfying. "H–Harder…" she panted, wanting to feel as much as was possible this last time. Ron immediately obeyed, holding onto her hips, as he drove himself into Minerva harder.

He soon felt the now familiar feeling of Minerva's walls tightening around him, and he could no longer delay his orgasm anymore either. He pushed and pumped, until the very last of his cum was spilled. Both of them panted heavily, as he carefully helped her upright again, leaving the heat of her body as he did. Both of them internally groaned at that feeling of loss, but too knew that this couldn't continue anymore.

"I love you," Ron whispered, then left Minerva's office. He wouldn't allow her to see him cry. He wouldn't allow anyone. Nothing between them both ever could be the same again, but he would never regret this, and he certainly hoped she wouldn't, either. Deep down, he knew. She wouldn't.