Challenge # 22: First Person Weasley. Any Weasley, any time…your Weasley must have an angry conversation with a non-Weasley and/or attempt a seduction of a Non-Weasley.

Title: "Fantasy in a White Beard"

Rating: PG-13

First Person Weasley: Molly

I've always been attracted to powerful men. Fortunately Arthur has always understood this and hasn't tried to squash my desires. As long as I was…discreet…well, no one saw me come in here, I'm quite sure of that so that takes care of the discretion part of things…now on to the powerful man…

He's standing by the window looking out over his domain. I love how the moonlight is glinting off his long white locks edging them with silver. His hair has always been one of the biggest turn ons for me. Arthur is so…bald now. Of course, I'd never tell him that; it would only hurt his feelings…but oh…I simply can't wait to run my fingers through all that lovely snow white hair.

I slide quietly up behind him and slip my arms around his form, sliding my hands up his warm body to open his robe and run my fingers along the lean contours of his chest as I begin to stroke his beard and burrow my well rounded body into his back.

"Good evening, Albus," I whisper softly. "Thank you for inviting me to come this evening."

His voice holds a lilt of laughter in its tone. "Hello, Molly. I'm so pleased that you took me up on my invitation."

He slips around in my embrace and cups my face in his strong hands. Those supple fingers caress my cheeks softly as he bends to kiss my lips with gentle insistence, and I wriggle happily as his beard tickles my face and caresses the swell of my breasts.

How sweet his lips are upon mine. How gently he undresses me. How careful he is when he lays me down on the incredibly plush rug that rests before the warm fire of his office. Nothing can be heard for long seductive moments except the crackling of the fire and the soft moans and sighs that we make as we take our pleasure of each other.

After we've spent our initial desire, we simply lie together in front of the dying embers and softly caress and play gently with each other's bodies while new desires build and fantasies take flight. My fingers twine endlessly through the soft white strands of his beard as I enjoy the feel of it against my flushed and naked skin. Suddenly the mood is broken by a sharp knock at the door and my daughter's slightly panicky voice.

"Mum! Why is the door locked? You need to come. Fred and George were experimenting again with their exploding wands and now Ron is covered from head to foot with some black tarry stuff, and we can't get it off. He says it's beginning to burn and itch!"

I sigh and reluctantly raise my voice. "All right, Ginny. I'll be right there!"

"You'd better hurry or Ron's skin will be redder than his hair!" Footsteps hurry away down the steps.

I turn to the wizard in my arms. "I guess we'll have to cut this short for tonight."

Albus smiles and his eyes twinkle softly. "I guess so…time was about up anyway…look."

I do, as I get up off the floor and reach for my robe. My long lean lover begins to shrink and thicken slightly and all that lovely hair disappears once more to show me the man I truly love and who fortunately loves to play make-believe as much as I do.

Arthur rises from the floor as well and crosses over to the closet to get a robe of his own. "We'd better see if Ron is okay."

A hard gleam settles in my eye. "Yes…and then tend to Fred and George and their mischief once and for all." After all, how often to I get intimate time with Albus Dumbledore anyway?

Okay…I know I cheated…as it was really two Weasleys…*irons fingers and looks sheepish* Sorry…