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She\'s Like The Wind	By : McGonagall Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The rest of the week passed by without Professor McGonagall leaving her personal quarters. Monday she, however, was teaching again. She was already seated at her desk as the mass of fourth year Gryffindors and Slytherins filtered into the room, furiously scribbling. She only looked up to eye her pupils as the very last one shut the door and seated himself as well. She never got up while the lesson lasted, which was rather unusual and that didn't go unnoticed by her pupils.

As the bell chimed to indicate the end of the lesson, McGonagall momentarily raised her voice to carry over the sound of everyone gathering their things, "Mr. Weasley, could I speak to you?"

Malfoy naughtily snickered, then hurried away to head over to History of Magic with the Ravenclaws. The Gryffindors were supposed to have Care for Magical Creatures with the Hufflepuffs, but the lesson had been cancelled due to the cold that made teaching in the open nearly impossible. "I'll see you both in the Common Room afterward," Ron muttered and headed over to Professor McGonagall's desk as the last pupils joined into the mass in the hallways, moving in the direction of their next lesson.

"Good," Professor McGonagall finally voiced as the sound of multiple feet drowned away. She looked straight into the red haired fourth year's eyes. "Now," she said, pushing both palms against the wooden table top and heaving herself upright. "Follow me," she continued and began in the direction of her office, Ron confusedly following in her wake as she had so requested. His confusion only increased as she led him into her office and then further through, into what appeared to be her personal living room. He never had known of any pupil at all who had been in Professor McGonagall's personal quarters. She was very reserved and allowed no one to invade her personal business, and that would have included her personal rooms.

"Sit down," she offered, easily waving her wand to close the door to her rooms, watching as he nervously sat on the edge of the couch she had politely indicated. Minerva quietly sat herself down on the couch opposite the one Ron occupied. "Tea?" She asked. Ron merely nodded, upon which Minerva called, "Mitzi?" At once, a barely two feet tall creature with thin arms and legs and oversized ears and eyes appeared between them. Ron immediately recognized it as one of Hogwarts' many House Elves. The House Elf in question, named Mitzi, had exceptionally large pointed, bat-like ears – even for a House Elf. She only wore a large tea-towel, with the emblem of Hogwarts on it. She immediately turned to the professor, bowing deep. "Mitzi, could you provide us with some tea and biscuits, please?" She asked very politely.

"Of courses," Mitzi replied in her squeaky high tone. "I'lls sends immediately, Miss McGonagalls." Then, with a snap of her fingers, Mitzi was gone, and only a few seconds later, a tray with tea and biscuits just like Professor McGonagall had asked appeared on the table between both couches. McGonagall quietly reached for the steaming tea pot and pored both cups, then set it down again. She kindly pushed the tray with biscuits toward Ron, who politely denied by shaking his head.

McGonagall sighed, shifting in her seat. "Mr. Weasley. I imagine that you have no idea why I have called you here. I cannot…" She sighed once again. "There's no way I could be thanking you enough for saving my life and not just once, but twice, and that from the same villain. If you hadn't been there first time, the hex would have claimed my life. Had you not been there to knock the perpetrator to the wall last week, I would have lost the duel very soon. He would have killed me for sure."

She didn't divulge any more. Ron's eyes turned fiercely red, as he intuitively directed his gaze down, fiddling with the fastening of his old shoulder bag. The sound of something against the window made both of them look up. A large gray Hogwarts owl was seated on the other side of the window. "I'll get it," Ron said, jumping up, not wanting to tire his Head of House even more than she already was. She already had been so tired just from the distance to her quarters…

The owl immediately took off as Ron unfastened the letter from its paw. He tightly shut the window after the bird had gone, momentarily shivering. Ron returned, handing her the letter, their fingers touching each other. The touch lasted just a bit longer than necessary, and teal green and sea blue connected in the moment. Ron swallowed. Minerva slowly laid the letter atop of the table, right beside the tray and reached up to kiss his cheek. Before either of them were actually aware of it, he was, however, kissing his professor's lips. The raging teenage hormones from his side and the longing to feel that what she hadn't in so unbelievably long from hers easily kept them connected. The kiss rapidly grew needy and passionate, and both of them had to break away to heave for some air soon.

McGonagall panted, pushing their foreheads together, eying him. She quietly pointed her wand in the direction of the door, then let it fall down on the carpet and heaved herself upright with a groan. "You OK?" Ron asked, worriedly. She nodded, kissing him, beginning to walk him in the direction of her bedroom. Minerva just wanted to feel something else but pain and loneliness…

Upon noticing where she was headed to, he carefully picked her up and carried her the remainder of the distance to Professor McGonagall's bedroom. He thoughtfully turned to push the door further open with his back and slammed it shut again with his foot. Professor McGonagall uncharacteristically giggled, nibbling on the redhead's earlobe as he cautiously laid her on the bed. She, however, immediately pulled him on top, legs still wrapped around his waist, and he only just succeeded not to crush her, by extending a hand and leaning on it. Their eyes momentarily connected again, lust filling both of their gazes. "We're overdressed," she whispered, and Ron never would have anticipated to hear her tone that husky. She easily waved her hand, and as if by magic, their attires neatly left their bodies and folded themselves at the end of the bed. Minerva could feel and see the younger man's body still.

"You just gotta love magic," he whispered, eyes never leaving hers.

Minerva smirked, her hand cupping his cheek and lead his lips down to hers again. Their kiss was even more passionate than the first if possible. Minerva's arms wound around his neck, as Ron kept himself from crushing her by leaning on one hand, stroking her side up and down with the other, making her moan in his mouth. Ron soon left the heat, and moistness of her lips as he continued to discover the rest of her body. Minerva's eyes remained closed, and her fingers tangled in his red hair, as his lips travelled to the patch of sensitive skin right beneath her ear and further down her neck. She moaned loud as the touch ignited long lost feelings.

Minerva's skin tingled with the anticipation of what was surely yet to come, as Ron's open mouth roved over her collarbone, tongue dipping in the hollow between both collarbones, then further down to the valley of her cleavage. Ron momentarily discontinued to whisper, "Blimey. You're beautiful…"
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