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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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Pansy had left on time and Ron was right there when she used a portkey in front of the school. When she had vanished Ron stood in the spot for a moment, then wiped his cheek. Mildred Hubble handed him a handkerchief and patted him on the back.

Ethel fumed from the window as she looked down on the two walking back into the castle. Ron had formed a friendship with Mildred Hubble and it made her sick. She had heard through the gossip mill that they shared the same past. Both were less than average students who needed time to come into their own.

Ron and Mildred knew the value of friendship and it was something each respected in the other. The way Mildred and Pansy had talked during her stay made it well known that she had become a friend of the wife as well. Ron didn’t know it but Mildred had promised to let Pansy know if Ethel seemed to be plotting. Ron wasn’t as tuned in to sinister females and didn’t see plotting and planning the way ladies did. Having Mildred as an extra pair of eyes made her feel more secure about leaving, comfortable with the camaraderie they now shared.

It was a camaraderie Ethel wanted no part if. She wanted Ron for herself, and that wife of his and new pal were making things difficult. With a frustrated growl she hurried down the hall.

She waited a week before trying again, giving him a chance to miss the closeness of a female body, but making sure he didn’t have time to get over the feeling. It was her theory that he would want that contact after being with her during her visit. Ethel planned to be accessible for that contact, so he would turn to her. He was too much of a physical man to deny himself or his body the release it needed.

After the lunch meal she went to his office. She knew Mildred had a class and he would be alone. He was going through files and had his back to the door. He didn’t see her sneak in until she had locked the door.

“Miss Hallow, open the door.” He said his face hardening.

“Come on now Ron, it’s just the two of us. I’ve been thinking about you.” Her voice was low and seductive, filled with an offer that was universal.

“I couldn’t care less what you think about. Now open the door.” He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

She walked over to him and leaned closer. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I do.” He said firmly.

“You know you really are powerful when you make love Ron.” She said with a grin. “I’d love to feel that power.”

“What are you going on about? When have you ever seen me make love?” He asked, his brow furling. This woman was heading toward dangerous territory and he didn’t like it one bit.

She grinned at him. “I’m in the habit of walking along the forests when I need time and space to think. It offers a nice form of privacy don’t you think?”

At her wider grin a realization struck him. “You saw me and my wife that night.”

“I must say you move with such force.” She said reached out a hand to his arm. “No one needs to know.” She whispered, massaging his arm gently. “It would be our secret.” Ron glared at her. “The intensity that comes out of you is very telling of your potency. A man like you shouldn’t be expected to keep that all inside without an outlet to release it to.” She let her hand slid higher caressing his shoulder. “A man like you needs a woman. A man as virile as you needs the comfort of a soft and willing body.”

Ron snapped. Taking her roughly by the arm, he dragged her off his desk. “Now you listen to me you pathetic excuse for a woman,” Ethel gasped in outrage, “only a slag offers herself to a man who is married and only the worst type of slut spies on lovers engaged. You are the lowest woman to crawl on the ground and even if I were not married, your holier than thou attitude makes you nothing but pathetic.”

“You….” Ethel was raging internally.

“If you come near me one more time, Hallow I swear to Merlin and his in laws you will feel a wrath the likes of which you have never seen before. Keep yourself and your filthy snatch away from me.”

With his final words he thrust her from his office into the hallway. She stood glaring at the door that had just slammed in her face. “Ethel.” She turned her head and found Miss Hardbroom staring at her from down the hall.

“Yes, Miss Hardbroom?” She said approaching her teacher.

“I do hope you aren’t going to abandon your quest?” She told her apprentice.

“Miss Hardbroom?” Ethel was shocked.

“Do you think I am blind?” She gave the younger woman a gentle smile. “I can see craving when it’s there. Sometimes men don’t know what’s good for them.” She moved closer, and lowered her voice. “Sometimes men need to be shown just who is the better option.”

“He is married after all.” She countered, grateful for the advice of her favorite teacher.

“As was the Grand Wizard at one point, but things change Ethel, and the right witch can make changes happen.” Ethel smiled at her mentor. “The right witch can keep a wizard in the palm of her hand, she can make herself his one focus and demand his devotion. The right witch would make sure that the wizard she wants is the one she gets.” She turned and walked away. This was far from over she decided. She had told herself she wouldn’t use a lust potion, but drastic times called for drastic measures. A pensieve to his wife would be the final topping on the tart.

After he had thrown Ethel out Ron moved to his desk he took up his quill and began writing furiously. After he wrote the letter he sent it out with his owl.

When he had finished making his notes in his files he had calmed down. Still upset, but at least calm. No woman had riled him the way Ethel Hallow did and it shook him to his bones. Never had he felt like hitting a woman in his life, but tonight he did. It scared him and he felt ashamed of that thought, but proud of himself that he was able to suppress the urge.

He rubbed his eyes with his hands and let out a breath. His attention was peaked when he heard voices in the hall. Moving to the door he leaned out and listened.

“I know what you are trying to do Ethel Hallow and you had better be careful.” Ron recognized Mildred Hubble’s voice and listened closer.

“I don’t know what….”

“Yes, you do. You have set those wicked little eyes at Ron the moment you saw him, but let me tell you something Ethel, he will never want you. I see how he is with his wife and I hear him talk about her. He loves her and nobody else.” Mildred was firm in her words, and Ron felt a new gratitude toward her.

“Yes well things change Hubble.”

“Not in this case. Ron is in love with his wife and there is no way you can come between them. Even if you tried, you have a hell of a time dealing with his wife. She’s very possessive.” Ron grinned as he thought of Pansy. She was possessive and he found he didn’t mind in the least.

“You stay out of this Hubble. What I do is my own business.” The rage was showing. He imagined that she was quick with a temper once she got going.

“Your own business happens to be involving a new friend of mine and his wife. With her not here that means you deal with me and I’m not going to let you get away with any more nasty tricks.” Did Pansy put her up to this? Defending him was one thing, but saying she would deal with her was different. When Pansy wrote him back, he would ask her.

“You just shut…..”

“No you shut up Ethel Hallow. This is not a school age longing to get what you want or some game you are playing to get the good looking boy, this is a married man. You have no class and no integrity.” Mildred’s own anger was starting to come through.

“Who are you to judge me?” Ethel threw back. Ron could just picture her flaring nostrils.

“You haven’t grown up one bit since we left school. You are still as spoiled and childish and self centered as before. It doesn’t matter how anyone feels or what anyone wants but you. Ron doesn’t want you. He doesn’t like women like you, he told me. From the moment he met you he felt that way. He can’t stand people who think they are better than everyone else. He detests those that think they are superior because of their family or their wealth, and that’s you to a T. You do nothing but flash your father’s position to all who will hear. You talk constantly about your mother’s connections in society. Well this time, it doesn’t work in your favor. It does just the opposite. If you had any dignity at all you world leave well enough alone.”

Ron heard angry footsteps stomping their way down the hall. He smiled at Mildred’s defense. She had become a very good friend to him and Pansy thought she was wonderful.

A moment later Ethel’s dainty footsteps went off in another direction. Until he heard from his wife he made it a point to stay away from her. He wasn’t worried about temptation, it was the thought of her touching him again that was disgusting.

He sat back in his desk and looked out his window. The sky was clear and peaceful and normally the sight eased Ron but not today. He missed his wife and again thought that taking this job might have been a very, very big mistake.

The long periods away from her were torture on his soul and his body. He had developed a habit of wanking off twice a day. Once in the morning and once at night to help him sleep. It was a poor substitute for not having his wife in bed with him, where he could curl up next to her.

He smiled at the thoughts of his wife that passed through his head. They were very active and experimental lovers. They tried out things they read in nasty magazines and dirty books.

Hermione had jokingly given them a sexual position manual for their first anniversary. They tried every position in it and made notes on the pages, either agreeing or disagreeing with the author’s comments and notes.

To have a partner like her in his life was a dream. He watched out for her owl, hoping she would have a solution for him. He hadn’t dealt with a woman as aggressive as Ethel Hallow was. He was a handsome man, he could say that without vanity because he knew it was true. His face had taken on a maturity and his body was lean from the rigors of flying constantly. His best feature aside from his ginger hair were his blue eyes. He had been told many times that they were soulful and warm.

He knew women found him attractive physically but normally the select few who did come on to him had backed off when he said he was married, but not this one. She was overly aggressive and way too forward. He needed his wife’s input on this before he hexed the woman.
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