A Hypocritical Love
Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room wondering where his best friend, Harry Potter, could be. After waiting for nearly two hours after the end of Hermione's funeral, Ron decided to go looking for Harry.
When he came to the Headmaster's office he noticed the door was open and heard screams coming from inside, hoping to help whoever was in danger. He rushed in only to find they were screams of pleasure rather than pain. Harry Potter was lying on his stomach on the desk with the Headmaster on top of him. Both of them were naked.
"Harry! Oh my gosh! With a teacher!" Ron shrieked and proceeded to run out the door.
Ron collapsed against a wall, his body racked with sobs. He had secretly always liked Harry and now there was no chance of a relationship.
"Mr. Weasley? Are you alright?" Professor McGonagall asked when she saw him.
"Oh Professor!" Ron moaned mournfully. "It was horrible! The love of my life with someone else!"
"Is there anything I can do?" Professor McGonagall asked.
"As a matter of fact there is."
Ron quickly got to his feet, grabbed the professor by her hand, and led her to her office.
A minute later, they were in the same position Ron had seen his best friend in only ten minutes before. This time, however, the student was on top.