Aishling: thanks but have you been mugging my beta because how did you know
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PeachyNectar: Voldemort’s plan has come together, doesn’t mean he will be able to follow through on it though. I like Neville and Ginny and I have a feeling they will be very important in the books still to come.
Oh yeah I think you might find heat in this next segment
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Shinnen: glad you enjoyed it. Now wouldn’t we all have enjoyed a lecturer like Tara?
BurningWhiteRose: I purposely made Ginny sound a little like to give the plea an extra resonance with Tara, glad you picked up on it. Hermione and Ginny now that would be cute
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Everbreeze: Hope you carry on enjoying this.
Warning for all this next part is NC: 17
Title: Harry Potter and The Return of The Witch part 16
Author: Magrat
Spoilers: as before
Ratings: NC:17
Disclaimer: not mine blah, blah.
Harry Potter and The Return of the Witch part 16
Tara opened the door of her classroom and there they all were, Willow included. “Will, what are you doing here?”
“I thought maybe I could help pick up a few tips, maybe even give a few pointers,” said Willow, grinning and then noticing the severe look on Tara’s face. “Okay I was bored, sat in your room all day reading, you have some interesting stuff but I missed you.”
“Will,” warned Tara, in a low voice. She wasn’t sure how much of her private life she wanted reveal to her students, Hermione knowing had happened by accident but she was pretty sure that the clever young witch hadn’t shared with anyone, not even her best friends. Willow nodded her acknowledgement and walked to the back of the class where she perched on one of the desks watching with interest.
“What are you going to teach us?” asked Ginny, almost exploding with enthusiasm.
“Well the first thing I want you to do is put your wands away and take your quills out and place them in front of you,” answered Tara, noting the looks of disappointment on the kids’ faces she explained. “The way you have been taught magick is very different from the way I was taught. I was taught a far older style of magick where you don’t use wand to channel magickal power.”
“How?” Hermione asked fascinated.
“You have to feel the magick all around you and channel it through yourself,” said Tara. “The first I want you to do is to try and concentrate and float your quills.”
“Without a wand, that’s impossible,” said Ron.
Tara shook her head and smiled. “After everything you have seen you really believe that something is impossible. Watch this.” Tara stood in front of Ron and concentrated on his quill, before long it was floating in front of his eyes, earning her gasps of amazement from the students watching. “Now you try it.”
“That’s going to blow their minds,” said Willow, as Tara walked towards her leaving them to practice by themselves.
“I want to get them thinking in a different way, to understand how great the gifts that they posses are. Magick is seen as such a common place thing to most of them, especially if they come from wizarding families, that they don’t know how special the really are,” said Tara, softly to Willow so that her voice couldn’t be heard at the front of the classroom.
Willow nodded.
After about 10 minutes Hermione slapped her desk with annoyance. “I can’t do this…Ron’s right it’s impossible.”
“You saw me do it,” stated Tara joining them in an instant.
“But…”
“No buts Hermione, you are the cleverest witch of your generation, you excel at all your classes there is no reason why you can’t do this,” Tara saw Neville shaking his head. “Or any of you for that matter, I bet there isn’t one of you hasn’t produced some type of magick when you were younger and in some sort of trouble.” She saw that all the heads that were turned towards her were nodding. “That was because your instincts took over, with this you have to try and channel your instincts and your powers. Magick is everywhere, all around you. All you have to do is tap into it; to feel it.” After giving her little pep talk she went back to Willow and watched her students keenly.
By the end of the hour Hermione had managed to float her quill fairly well and even Neville had managed to lift his from his desk. Tara agreed that she would work with them a couple of hours a week.
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Willow and Tara soon settled into a routine. Willow spent a lot of time working on different aspects of her powers with Dumbledore and Giles. Tara taught and helped her keen young students who wanted to learn as much about the Defence Against the Darks Arts as they could. In their limited spare time they could often be found walking around the lake, hand in hand. They had supported Gryffindor when they had played Slytherin on the Quidditch field. Even though the game had been so fast and almost brutal they had shouted and cheered when Harry raised his hand to the air showing the golden snitch that he had caught. Willow felt like her life was being rebuilt and that nothing had felt so good, but there was one little blot that was bothering her. Although they had graduated to kissing and cuddling neither had the courage to take their relationship into intimacy. Willow was surprised; after all they had enjoyed a healthy sex life in the past, but neither had the courage to take things one step further this time around. It was almost like a barrier had been put up and once there it was getting difficult to get over.
Excitements was rising in the school, partly because it was only a few weeks until the Christmas holiday, and also because the second Hogsmeade visit was that day and the students from 3rd year upward were making all sorts of plans about what they were going to do and buy. Willow and Tara had agreed with Dumbledore that it would probably best if they remained in the school; their safety could not be guaranteed outside the school.
Willow had a plan for the day and had disappeared as soon as breakfast was over. Tara had helped Professor McGonagall to count the students out the gates, making sure that none of the younger students had tried to sneak in with the group heading towards town. Tara was relieved that she wasn’t expected to look after the 1st and 2nd years; she was looking forward to spending some quality time with her girlfriend. She walked along the corridors of the school whistling and nimbly avoiding the water bomb that Peeves attempted to drop on her. Tara wondered what Willow had got up to as she opened her bedroom door.
The room had been transformed. The heavy curtains had been drawn and a fire roared in the grate. Every surface had candles of different sizes placed on them and the air was heavy with the scent of sandalwood and ylang ylang.
“What do you think?” asked Willow nervously, dressed only in her dressing gown.
Tara’s answer was to take Willow in her arms and kiss her deeply; she felt a craving for this physical contact and more, much more. She slipped her hands onto Willow’s shoulders and slowly eased the gown down, revealing creamy white skin; small pert breast, a well muscled abdomen, shapely thighs and slim legs. Tara backed Willow up to the edge of the bed and gently laid her down. “I missed you.” Her voice was deeper, full of passion.
This wasn’t the way Willow had been expecting things to go. She didn’t expect to be laying on her back, shivering with desire, her skin alive with electricity. She needed Tara’s touch. Willow parted her thighs as Tara knelt on the bed between the, the blonde had only paused momentarily to throw off her coat and gloves.
“You’re shivering, are you cold?” asked Tara, but her eyes didn’t show concern only lust.
Willow’s throat had gone dry and she couldn’t manage a sound as Tara bent her head to her throat. The redhead closed her eyes. The lips on her skin were so soft and the tongue was touching nerves and making her shivering almost uncontrollable. Tara had barely touched Willow, but she felt ready to explode, she had been waiting so long. She flattened her thighs into the mattress and hoped that Tara would notice how close she already was. If the blonde noticed she wasn’t letting on, she moved down her lover’s body with an agonising slowness, stopping to nibble, taste and stroke anything that got a reaction. Willow sighed, groaned and her hips bucked and then she stilled as she felt Tara’s breathe on her most sensitive nerve and finally she managed to croak out a word. “Please.”
“You smell so good,” said Tara softly, before using her tongue to trace out the delicate flower of Willow’s labia and then dipping it into the molten pool. “And you taste as good as I always remember.”
“I can’t take this,” said Willow, able to find her voice properly at last.” Tara I need…”
“This,” said Tara, closing her mouth over Willow’s clit, her tongue flicking over the tip. She could feel the flesh in her mouth quivering, the tension in her lover’s stomach muscles, she vibrated her tongue as fast as she could and she felt Willow grip the back of her neck and the increased throbbing from the redhead’s clit and knew she was about to go over edge.
Willow’s hip bucked and she came as long and hard as she had ever remembered. It felt like a rocket had gone off in the back of her brain and she lay back panting, nothing running through her mind.
Tara had a shit eating, self-satisfied grin on her face as she climbed back up the bed and gathered Willow into her arms. “Hey baby, I love you.”
“Love you too,” mumbled Willow. “But you are wearing way too much clothes.” Her eyes opened and they were shining with mischief.
“What are you going to do about it?” asked Tara.
With a deft movement Willow flipped herself on top of Tara. “There are lots of things I am going to do about it.”
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Willow pulled on a pair of boots and reached for her scarf and gloves.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” said Tara, who was already muffled up.
“I know, but I feel so energised and I really want to buy you something special for Christmas…”
“Willow, you’re Jewish and you don’t have to buy me anything.”
“I know and yep I know, but I want to buy you something and I want to see Hogsmeade,” said Willow. “And I’m sure the bad guys have probably decided that I am already a no show and have gone off home.”
“We are going to get into so much trouble,” said Tara.
“Come on Tara, you are the teacher you can’t get into trouble,” said Willow, kissing Tara on the forehead and taking her hand.
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Tara and Willow had just left the school gates and headed onto the road that would take them into Hogsmeade when the spotted Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Neville.
“Hey, I didn’t think you would back already,” said Tara.
“Well it’s snowing pretty hard and its cold we thought we’d go back to school,” said Hermione. “I thought you were supposed to be staying in the school.”
Willow and Tara looked at one another guiltily.
“We’ll just walk back with you,” said Willow, much to Tara’s relief.
All around them loud cracks could be heard and about 10 people had them circled. A voice shouted. “Sir, Potter is with them.”
“Even better, the Dark Lord will be so pleased.”
“Mr Malfoy?” queried Ron, as the shadowy figures grabbed a struggling Willow, Tara and Harry. Hermione and Ginny had raised their wands getting ready for a fight.”
“Grab them all,” ordered Lucius and loud cracks could be heard as they dispapparated and seconds later all that was left of them was a mass of footsteps in the snow and Hermione’s scarf.
TBC
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Edited by: Magrat70 at: 7/20/04 6:06 am
by PeachyNectar » Fri Jul 02, 2004 10:10 am 
You may not be able to see us ... but we are still here ... extending hugs.
are with you and your family.
BWR 
. Can't wait for the next update.
Though you can never be sure with a Magrat offering... this little smooch could have been a bit of a tease.
Just as I suspected the kiss was a tease!
So very naughty of you Magrat.
at the end of this update, but there were snuggles
... which hopeful is a sign of more goodness in the next update. Unless... this is yet another tease?
Please Magrat say it isn't so.
... okay are you done yet?
Whatever his plan; it is coming together which means major trouble for everyone ... and I fear specifically Willow. Poor Harry having emotions tied to the Dark Wizard ... though hopefully somewhere down the line this may come in handy.
for the Willow/Tara morning snuggles.
