Illicit Affair

Illicit Affair

Disclaimer: I don\'t own the ri to to any of the characters and I\'m only writing this story for fun.

Pairing: Harry/Molly Weasley (if it bothers you, don\'t read)

Part I: Pond Gathering

They hadn\'t mean for it to happen, but happen it did. What started out as an accidental encounter turned into an illicit affair, that if discovered would threaten to be the number one headline in the Daily Prophet since the fall of Voldemort. Perhaps it would be best to start at the beginning.

Harry had been visiting the Burrow during the summer before his seventh year. He had just turned 17 and the Weasleys had gone out for the day to do some shopping for him, or so he thought. He didn\'t know that MWeasWeasley hadn\'t gone, but had stayed home to prepare the house for the party. Perhaps he would\'ve had a clue had she been in the kitchen, or perhaps the affair might not have happened if Harry had simply used the bathroom to take a shower and get cleaned up.

Instead, he decided to take advantage of the supposed absence of the Weasleys and take a morning dip in the pond near the Weasley home. And since the house wasn\'t anywhere near anybody else, or at least the pond wasn\'t in an easily available viewpoint, Harry decided to go...au natural. Taking a towel with him to dry off, he quickly headed to the pond and quickly stripped himself of his clothes.

He dipped his toe into the water, and to his immense satisfaction, it was alright. He was about to walk in, when he heard a scream. \"HARRY!\" At first, he didn\'t see anyb alt although he recognized the voice: Mrs. Weasley. He thought she had discovered him naked, but the truth was worse than that.

Not more than 100 feet from him was a just as naked Mrs. Weasley. Her body was mostly submersed in the water, but she obviously wasn\'t taking no chances, judging by the fact her hands were covering her breasts. Harry instinctively cover himself as best as he could since his clothes were a little out of the way. \"Harry! What are you doing out here?\"

\"I was going to go for a morning dip. Judging by the fact you\'re here as well, you obviously had the same thing in mind,\" he replied.

Mrs. Weasley noticed that she seemed to be more covered than Harry was and sank further to take advantage of it. \"Well, don\'t stand there. Come on in. I\'ll turn around, although you don\'t have anything I haven\'t seen before,\" she remarked teasingly.

\"Mrs. Weasley!\" Harry exclaimed in shock. Nonetheless, he had to admit she was write. She had to have seen somethings considering she had raised 6 boys and had a husband. Still...only two other females had seen him like this before: his mother, and to his abject horror, Aunt Petunia. He shuddered at the thought as he quickly entered the pond to cover up. \"OK, I\'m covered up, Mrs. Weasley.\"

Harry could\'ve sworn he heard her chuckle as she turned back around. \"I guess it\'s my fault, Harry. I knew you were still here, but I didn\'t use the bathroom.\"

\"Don\'t worry, Mrs. Weasley. It\'s my fault. I thought you had gone with the others to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade,\" Harry replied, shaking headhead.

Silence reigned between Mrs. Weasley and her youngest son\'s best friend, who also happened to be her daughter\'s boyfriend. She felt guilty that she had seen any part of him at all, but deep down she admitted what a fine, sexy body he had. She couldn\'t help but appreciate what years of Quidditch training had done to him, transforming him from a small, scrawny eleven year old, to all around Hogwarts hunk. She was ashamed to admit that she felt jealousy when Ginny had announced that they had started to date. She wondered if they had started shagging, making love, fucking, having sex...whatever you called it, although she knew Ginny wasn\'t likely going to share that intimate tidbit.

\"Well...I suppose that there is a hidden area that you can swim to for privacy. I\'m just about done,\" she finally managed to say, breaking the tense moment between them. She didn\'t notice that Harry seemed to have developed a hungry, carnal look in his eyes...a look that he usually wore only for his lover, his girlfriend.

As she started to make her way back to the shore, she felt his hand grab her arm. \"Don\'t leave, Mrs. Weasley,\" he begged.

Confusion reigning throughout her body, she allowed herself to be drawn closer to Harry. Her eyes widened in alarm as she saw his face...his lips draw closer to her face. She told herself that this was wrong...that she should leave now, but she couldn\'t. Fear, yet anticipation froze her to the spot, allowing Harry to quickly close the distance and envelope her lips in a passionate kiss.

Her resistance waned and she lifted her arms and moved them around Harry\'s neck, bringing him closer. He moaned, while still kissing her, as her breasts touched his chest. After a long kiss, a longer kiss than either of them have had with their respective lover, they broke apart. Staring into each other\'s eyes for a minute, Harry was the first to speak. \"Wow!\"

Mrs. Weasley, at first, didn\'t know what to say. But she soon found herself echoing her sentiments. \"Wow is right. You have no idea of how long I wanted to do that.\"

Harry couldn\'t help but look at her in shock. \"You\'ve wanted to kiss me?\" he asked, half excited, half scared. She nodded. \"But why?\"

\"Well, you are an attractive young man. Quidditch has done you more good than any of my prepared meals could ever do.\"

Harry laughed. \"You\'re right, but your meals aren\'t too shabby themselves. They hit the spot.\"

Mrs. Weasley\'s face darkened. \"Especially, when your excuse of relatives hardly feed you anything,\" she whispered in a deadly tone.

\"Shhh,\" Harry whispered, tilting her head upwards once more. \"That\'s in the past. I no longer have to live with them.\" He caught her lips in another passionate kiss and Mrs. Weasley needed no more invitation to return the passion right back. Harry was taken aback by the sheer animalistic, sexual energy she was displaying. But then again, he shouldn\'t have been so surprised. After all, her passion was probably even greater before she had seven kids. Now there was an interesting mental image, he thought to himself.

She broke off the kiss to stare in his eyes. His eyes delivered the same message and they both nodded. They were about to cross a line that they couldn\'t go back now. Mrs. Weasley took him by the hand and led him up out of the pond to the shore. She blushed when she realized she was now totally exposed to Harry, but she didn\'t care. In fact, she was beginning to get more turned on about it by the minute.

She noticed that Harry had laid out a towel. \"Trust me, Mrs. Weasley, that towel is only for drying,\" Harry said, almost as if he read her mind.

She smiled mischievously. \"That can change. Accio wand,\" she said and her wand flew to her hand. She conjured up a much larget blanket. Harry just stood there, his eyes peeled to the scene. \"Well, are you going to be joining me, Harry?\"

Not waiting for a response, she grabbed his hand and led him to the enlarged blanket. She had him lay down as she climbed all over him, their lips meeting once again and their hands exploring each other\'s bodies. Harry hadn\'t noticed before, but for someone who bore seven children already, she had a great looking body. \"We\'ll be making a mistake,\" he whispered in between kisses.

\"Yes, I know,\" she said and moaned as she felt his hands on her buttocks, as if trying to bring her closer.

\"We\'ll never be the same,\" he continued as his hands went up to trail along her naked back as her body started to grind against his.

\"Yes, I know,\" she repeated breathlessly. As their bodies continued to grind, she could feel his cock touch her lower regions. She moaned in excitement. She wanted him inside her, but first things first. She got off him and knelt down next to his cock and took it in her right hand and began to lower her head.

\"Mrs. Weasley, what are you doing?\" he demanded, almost out of breath.

\"Molly. Call me, Molly,\" she replied and lowered her mouth and took his manhood in its entire glory into her mouth.

\"Oh, Molly!\" he cried out and almost lost control right then and there. He grasped the blanket, trying to get some support. She was obviously a pro as he felt on the edge many times, but she knew when to back off in order to extend his pleasure. \"Oh, fuck yes,\" he moaned and thrashed. But as much of an expert she was, he was close to climax and there would be no holding it back this time. \"Molly! I\'m so close!\" he begged, which only served to increase her pleasuring.

He could hold back no longer and released himself into her mouth. After he was through, he felt out of breath and had to take a minute to collect his thoughts. \"Wow! Molly, that was...incredible!\"

She grinned. \"Then get ready, Harry,\" she said. Standing up briefly, she made her way up his body and then straddled him. Slowly, but surely she edged her way down until his cock was fully within her. Even with the resting and recovering, Harry almost lost control once again right there. Man, he thought, so this was where Ginny learned her stuff.

After making sure she was situated on his cock, she then began to move up and down, dictating the rhythm of the erotic dance. Harry desperately needed something to hold...something to grab. As she was moving up and down, he noticed her breasts were jiggling and bouncing. \"Molly,\" he gasped, \"may I?\" He nodded to her breasts.

She nodded. \"Please,\" Molly begged, and Harry reached up and grabbed her breasts. As she increased her movements, he fondled her breasts, causing her to moan ever so loudly. He then reached down and grabbed her hips to steady her.

\"Faster,\" he begged, \"fuck me faster.\" Molly obliged and increased her movements as she felt the stirrings of an orgasm overcome her and she knew that she was close. Harry knew that his climax would overtake him soon and he desperately wanted to be in control when he came. So, much to her surprise and mocking disappointment, he reached up and grabbed her and they switched positions.

Molly barely had time once on her back to wrap her legs around Harry, bringing him ever closer. Harry knew he couldn\'t hold back. \"MOLLY!\" he screamed as he poured himself, his very being into her. She cried out his name as her orgasm overtook her and their juices flowed and mixed. With their love and lust sated, Molly collapsed into his arms and they began to cuddle and kiss, holding each other.

After resting for a while, they started making love again, experimenting in different positions. Finally, after an hour, Molly whispered, \"As much as I would love to keep doing this, we do need to get dressed. After all, it is your birthday.\"

Harry kissed her. \"Thanks for the wonderful birthday present, Molly.\" Reluctantly, they got up and began to get dressed. But what should\'ve taken a couple of minutes stretched into a half an hour as they continued to kiss, fondle and hold each other, while helping each other put their articles of clothing on. Finally, they were fully dressed, but their lusts still were hardly satisfied.

On the way back to the house, they stopped along the way to kiss and fondle each other. Finally, they entered the kitchen and made their way upstairs. Since Harry was staying in Ron\'s room, his room was located across the hall from the master bedroom. Molly tried to open the door, but it was locked. \"That\'s funny. The door was unlocked a couple of hours ago.\"

Harry took out his wand and muttered, \"Alohamora.\" The lock clicked and the door swung open. What they saw and heard astounded them. They heard moans of pleasure, but that wasn\'t the surprising part. They recognized the voice, it belonged to Hermione and the name she screamed out. \"ARTHUR!\"

To be continued...