I'm not expecting this story to be very good, my boyfriend heard I was starting to write again and insisted I do something along these lines. One shot's all the way! I hope someone enjoys it!
I own nothing to do with Harry Potter, no characters, no books, no movies, I am but a lowly writer, trying to entertain herself!
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People can put themselves in strange situations, having to choose between one of their closest friends, their mentors, the one they trust more than anything in the world, one they would do anything within their power for, or the one who is sworn to be their mortal enemy, but is in fact their lover, their dirty little secret, that no one is supposed to know about. This was the situation she had accidentally placed herself in, she had never truly believed that he would keep up with his antics, no idea that he would actually start hurting muggleborns and halfbloods, she had thought it was just a phase, but now, she was in too deep. Her heart was too close to the situation, she was in love with him, and he completed her. Her heart was devoted to this man, no matter how vile and evil people made him out to be, or how he proved to be. But then there was the matter of her dear friend, for years, he had been her teacher, he friend, he co-worker, her employer as such. He was a great man.
Her close friend had no idea, nor did anyone else, and that was how it was supposed to stay, but she couldn't, she could not fight the man she loved, no matter how much she disagreed with what he was doing, he had put far too much effort into this to have everything ruined. But here she was, standing, watching, as they duelled, perhaps for the last time. Her heart lurched for her lover, longed for him, but she had to keep still, she had to keep strong, even as every second passed.
Green met blue, worlds collided, and hearts ached, all for different reasons. Then it happened, Harry Potters spell penetrated through Tom Riddles, cheers erupted all around from the light side, she knew she should have been happy, but her lover had fallen, her lover had lost, more than just the war, but also his life. Without a second thought she ran forwards to the lifeless body of Tom Riddle, her one and only. Not caring for who was watching or what anyone thought, she was not going to lose her last chance with him. Ripping off his robes Minerva began sucking Tom's penis, taking it deep into her throat, though flaccid it was still incredibly large, licking and sucking Minerva kept going, she was getting herself worked up now, she needed Tom, at least one last time.
Climbing on top of the recently deceased Dark Lord, Minerva grinded herself against his crotch, there wasn't much, but it still felt like heaven, Toms groin against her own, her need soaking through her robes, all over him, everyone was staring aghast, no one had expected anything like this, particularly from Minerva McGonagall, the usually reserved, modest witch, the strict and stubborn woman, who had helped nurture Harry. But here she was, getting busy, crying in ecstasy, over the Dark Lords cock.