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Tales of The Worst Witch of them All	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Het - Male/Female Views: 4029 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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About a month into term, Ron had adjusted to a comfortable routine and was finding teaching to his liking. His first years reminded him of himself when he first attempted flight, but he loved how enthusiastic they were. It was impossible not to feed off that excitement.

Since he didn’t have a class until that afternoon, he made his way to his office and went over the lists of the next class. They were older students and were learning the more advanced lessons., defensive flying and accident training. This was a specialty of his since quidditch training involved quick maneuvers and strategy.

“Mr. Weasley.” He looked up to the door and frowned when he saw Ethel Hallow leaning against the door frame. Again she was just as elegantly dressed, but this time showing a hint of cleavage. Her hair was also left down and flowing in soft waves. He was sure she made an attractive image but he was turned off by feelings of superiority. He disliked anything other than equal footing when it came to women. This one obviously didn’t believe in it. “How is teaching working out for you?” She asked with a smirk.

“It’s just fine. Did you need something Miss Hallow?” He asked not rising, and dropping his eyes to his parchments again.

“Call me Ethel.” She said walking in and shutting the door behind her.

“Miss Hallow, please open the door.” He said.

“Why?” She asked innocently, but the smirk she was wearing was naughty. Ron was immediately sickened.

“In an all witch school it doesn’t look proper if the only male teacher is behind closed doors with another teacher.” He said still refusing to stand.

“Well I’m not a teacher so I guess that rules wouldn’t apply to me, now would it?” She walked over and leaned against his chair. “Getting some work done between classes?” She said leaning closer, deliberately giving him a view of her breasts. Her perfume floated into his senses and he could detect a hint of aphrodisiac. She must have laced her perfume with just enough to give men a turn on, but it wasn’t working with Ron. It only worked if the target was attracted to the wearer and he wasn’t.

Ron let his quill drop then closed the folder he had been working on. He stood and looked at her. It turned his stomach the way she titled her head and smiled up at him. He sidestepped her, leaving her gaping at him as he took up his cloak and broom.

He held the door open and glared at her. “I find churlishly aggressive woman repugnant Miss Hallow, and your pathetic attempt at seduction is abhorrent. Take your yearnings and keep them away from me.” She was staring past him at the door. He looked over and saw Mildred Hubble standing in the open door trying without much success to hold in her laugh.

However it was the woman beside Mildred that brought a huge smile to his face. “I would heed his warning if I were you.” She told Ethel, with a calm and very ladylike carriage.

“This is none of your business. Nor yours Mildred. Me and Ron were talking.” Ethel said with a sneer. “Who are you?” She shot out at the other woman, when they refused to leave.

“Well I was born Pansy Parkinson,” she said taking a step toward Ron and slipping her arm through his, “but now I’m Mrs. Ron Weasley.”

Ethel glared at Ron. “Your wife?” She said. Ron nodded. “You never said anything about a wife.”

“Even had you asked, I would have said my personal life is none of your damn business.” Ethel was fuming as she left the office. Hearing Mildred laughing in her wake didn’t help.

“Who was that?” Pansy asked after she had kissed her husband.

“The one and only Ethel Hallow.” Ron told her. “I’ll let Mildred fill you in on that one. I have to get to a class. How long can you stay?” He asked still holding her waist.

“I told Miss Cackle I would be here for the weekend, even though she offered to let me stay a week.” This didn’t surprise him. His wife was not one to overstay her welcome, but having her for the weekend was going to be a delight indeed.

“I’ll see you after my class then. Just stay in here until I get back.” With a kiss on her cheek he was gone, leaving her with Mildred.

“Do I need to worry about that one?” She asked, taking a seat behind Ron’s desk.

“Hallow? No, he has her well in her place.” Mildred told her. “He’s been good about letting his feelings be heard.”

“So I saw, he doesn’t mouth off to women like that all the time. She must have made him angry. Have you seen him act like that before?” Ron had been very forthcoming in his owls home. He mentioned that the looks and comments she made frustrated him, and he didn’t mention he was married because he didn’t want to talk to her. Ron’s usual course of action was avoidance, but today’s tirade clearly showed that he’d had enough.

Mildred shook her head. “No, but then again I haven’t seen Ethel that outright either. Normally she tries flirting with him at odd times or sitting next to him at meetings. This is the first time I’ve seen her try and get him alone.” Mildred had been amused by Ethel’s actions, but seeing Ron upset was something new. She was trying hard not to laugh because Pansy was standing right beside her when he unleashed his temper. She also noticed that his temper vanished the moment he saw her. If Ethel was wise, she would have seen it too.

“He’s been able to avoid it then?” She asked. When Mildred nodded she continued. “Has he mentioned it to anyone?”

“He doesn’t need to. Ethel’s interest is obvious, but has been able to handle her without complaining so the staff just lets him deal with it. I think this is the first time she has made him angry. Maybe your arrival today will clue her in. She was shocked when she found out he was married.” Mildred ventured.

“True. I hope for her sake she figures it out.” Pansy spoke quietly, but Mildred was secretly hoping to see a fight. She knew that Ethel was one to play tricks and pranks but only on those weaker than her who lacked the courage or skills to fight back. Even Mildred’s friend Maud was able to pick Ethel apart when they were in school, and Maud was a tiny little thing. She had a confidence and optimism that Ethel just couldn’t squash. She wondered how Ethel would react to a wife’s anger as opposed to a defensive friend.

Ethel had a rotten day after being confronted with Ron’s wife. She had avoided them both for the duration of her visit to the school which lasted the whole weekend. She was due to leave Sunday evening. It was difficult enough to avoid Ron or even Mildred but seeing him together with his wife was making her blood boil.

The way they held hands even at the great hall table during meals was sickening enough, but to see them sneaking kisses throughout the day was too much to bear.

She relaxed against the tree at the edge of the grounds after dinner. She always came here to relax when she needed to think. She wanted Ron, from the moment she saw him. He was tall, and strong, but his face was gentle and he had a tenderness about him. He had the most gorgeous blue eyes and wonderfully red hair. Looking at his eyebrows and eyelashes proved he was a natural redhead and it was a beautiful shade.

She had taken to watching him fly with the students and when the wind blew through it, it gave her gooseflesh. His firm legs gripped the broom with control and his body flexed with such precision. She wanted to feel that body naked and up against hers, and she always got what she wanted. Her flirting had never failed before.

She had been aggressive, but he said he didn’t like it. Maybe she just needed to be more aggressive or maybe she needed a new plan. What if she ……. A giggle in the distance interrupted her thoughts.

Rising, she tried to follow the noise but it turned to whimpers. She caught a movement and leaned down, peering through branches low to the ground. What she saw nearly stopped her heart.

Ron’s wife was laying flat on her back with her dress hiked to her waist, Ron was between her legs eating her out with a fierceness. Ethel felt her own body respond as she pictured herself beneath him.

Ron rose above his wife. “Merlin woman, I’ve missed you.” He said as he plunged into her.

“I’ve missed you too Ron.” She grunted as he moved. He worked out all his denied sexual frustration on his wife’s eager body. He thrust deeply and used a force Ethel hadn’t thought possible. Her own body was moist from the images and sounds.

“You like that don’t you Pansy?” He said glaring down at her. He was drilling her across the ground. “You wanted this.” Ethel’s heart pounded in her chest.

“Yes, I did.” She told him locking her legs around him. “Fuck me Ron, I love the way you fuck me.”

“I know you do my darling.” He moved faster, riding his wife like an animal.

He grabbed her hips and rolled them over. Pansy immediately took charge and rode her husband hard, moving her body like a woman possessed. Ron slid along the ground, until he dug his heels in to stabilize himself. Thrusting upward he gave his wife more depth as she rocked over him.

Ethel envied the woman’s position and wished she could ride Ron’s body like this. She could practically smell the sweat and sex radiating off their bodies. It was consuming her and her own desire rose.

She watched Pansy let out a shriek as Ron searched between their bodies. She was practically twitching over him. Ron’s face as he gazed at his wife was a mask of adoration. Ethel could tell he was getting off at watching his wife search out her finish.

He didn’t have to wait long. She was soon howling out as her body tensed up and she arched into his. Ron groaned under her. “I love your bathes my dear.” He said, giving her a moment to relax over him. Ethel could smell a new scent in the air. “Cover me in your waters anytime you want.” Ethel felt her heart beat louder at the talk between lovers. Raunchy and sexually blatant, it was talk only those completely at ease with each other would use.

Ron grabbed his wife and flipped her over on her back. Throwing a leg over his shoulder, he began to fuck his wife with an urgency. He drove into her with such a force that Ethel wondered if his wife’s cries were pain or ecstasy, but she found out soon enough when Pansy’s hands gripped her husband’s back and pulled him into her.

“Come on Ron, fill me up. I missed the feeling of you cumming inside me.” Ron was driven onward by his wife’s commands. He would give her whatever she wanted.

Ethel knew her own snatch was practically dripping. Pansy’s hand drifted lower and slid into his loosened trousers gripping his ass in both hands. Ethel’s jealousy reached a peak. She should be there. She should be on the receiving end of Ron’s lust. She should be the one having her body pushed to the limits.

She drew her eyes back to Ron who had increased his speed. Rising up on his hands he thrust harder and harder, grunting out as he drove deep and paused. Then thrust again. He thrust a last time and threw his head back. Ethel saw the veins protruding from his neck and the sweat that dripped from his forehead and the tips of his drenched hair.

He collapsed on his wife who cradled him with her thighs and caressed his back and hair. After several moments he rose on his elbows and they shared a kiss, a long lingering kiss. It was romantic and loving and Ethel could see Ron pouring his heart out to his wife.

“I’d die without you, Pansy.” He told her. Ethel felt like killing someone. The rage inside her destroyed all the glee of seeing Ron engaging in sex. The tenderness he showed his wife was disgusting. The way he cradled her head in his hands, and brushed her hair away with his fingertips was a revolting sight. She detested the light kisses he was reining on her face and lips. She just wished he would remove himself from her body but he didn’t, they lay there like that entwined with each other.

“I love you Pansy.” Ethel fought the urge to vomit. She couldn’t stand to hear this anymore. She rose and sneaking back she broke out into a run when she exited the forest. She didn’t stop until she had made it to her rooms.

Hurling her body on her bed she glared up at the ceiling and kicked her arms and legs while she let out a screech. The charms on her room held in the sounds of her temper. She wanted Ron, and after seeing him with his wife tonight, she knew it would be a hard task indeed to get what she wanted.

She could always slip him a love potion but she wanted the satisfaction of knowing that he was fucking her on his own. She had to try again. She had seen how his body reacted to getting sex. If his wife was gone then all that pent up energy would be ripe to explode. A man who fucked like that would have a high sex drive and it be demanding on his body. When that demand became too much to handle, it did Ethel was going to be the recipient.

She slept with carnal vision on her and Ron in her dreams.
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