Fatherly Feelings
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
51,930
Reviews:
19
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
1
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Ten.One
A/N: I apologise for such a short chapter after the long wait. I’m still trying to make the following chapter less awful and cannot say that I seem to be succeeding. I’m close to giving this thing up.
Ten.One
It was on a Saturday in spring that Arthur’s fatherly feelings returned.
He had retired to his shed after lunch. He liked to come here for an hour or two on days when he did not have to go to the Ministry. Molly did not fully approve of either the shed or of Arthur absenting himself in that fashion. She couldn’t see why he had to go there as he was never really working on anything.
Well, Arthur didn’t intend to talk her into liking it. The first years of their marriage, when they had been living in a small cottage, had made it obvious to Arthur that he needed some place to retreat from time to time. Some place where Molly would not follow him. He did not have one at the cottage, but neither did he have the money to buy his family a house yet.
Fortunately, during Molly’s second pregnancy, his parents had suggested they exchange their homes.
‘It’s only us two now,’ his mother had said. ‘We don’t need the whole house, your father and I. We would be much more comfortable in a little cottage. You have a growing family, Arthur. I think it best you and your wife move into The Burrow, and your father and I take your cottage.’
Arthur’s father had nodded to this, and Molly had loved the idea of having a house. So the Weasley families had exchanged their homes. And the little old shed in the Burrow’s yard, which had been functioning as kernel for his father’s dogs since his mother would not have them in the house, was perfect for Arthur’s retreat.
‘It must be something about men,’ the elder Mrs Weasley had said to the younger Mrs Weasley when Arthur had protested all suggestions to have the shed pulled down. ‘His father was mad about that shed too. I daresay it’s the naughty boy in them.’
Arthur hadn’t minded what his mother thought, and had resisted Molly’s gentle urgings to give up the shed. He loved it, and only smiled at his wife when she huffed and frowned over it.
Normally, Arthur’s sons were forbidden to enter it. Arthur himself would not have minded, but Molly said she was never sure what he kept laying around there, it might be harmful for the children. She grudgingly allowed it, though, when Arthur took the boys, and they loved the place as much as he did.
So, on this Saturday in spring, when Charlie had been put to bed for his nap and Molly had settled in the living room with her knitting needles and a spell-book, Arthur turned to Bill with a smile.
‘What do you say, son. Want to come along with Daddy to the shed?’
Bill jumped up with a squeal of delight, and rushed over to grab his father’s hand. Molly frowned at them over the edge of her book.
‘Be careful, Arthur,’ she said. ‘Don’t let him toy with anything sharp. And keep him away from that wood you have piled in there. I don’t want to have pluck splinters out of him!’
Arthur smiled mildly, said ‘Yes, dear,’ and allowed Bill to drag him out of the door.
The shed was a ramshackle little building near the gate to The Burrow. Inside, it was astonishingly large and solid. Arthur suspected his father of the improvements. One wall was covered with shelves, against the other stood a long workbench. A stool and two chairs completed the furnishings.
It might indeed once have been the working-shed of some craftsman. Now, it looked like a storage-room or a junk shop. Shelves and workbench were cluttered, and most of the free space was taken up by large piles of wood that Arthur had collected with the vague thought he might like try carpentering one day. It was a treasure trove for boys of all ages.
Arthur and Bill spent a happy hour or two poking into boxes and pilings of clutter. Some of the things in the shed were Arthur’s, some were left behind by Arthur’s father, and some had probably always been there. There was always a treasure to find.
They were digging through the content of an old box when it happened. The old, dusty box sat on the workbench, Arthur on a chair in front of it with his son perched on his lap. The two red heads were bent down, and two pairs of hazel eyes examined the contents.
Suddenly, something small shot from the box and zoomed past them. Bill shrieked with surprised delight and bounced on his father’s lap, twisting as he tried to see where it had gone. Arthur forgot all about small, flying creatures the moment Bill plopped back down, and the gentle round of Bill’s small bum came into perfect alignment with Arthur’s cock.
Ten.One
It was on a Saturday in spring that Arthur’s fatherly feelings returned.
He had retired to his shed after lunch. He liked to come here for an hour or two on days when he did not have to go to the Ministry. Molly did not fully approve of either the shed or of Arthur absenting himself in that fashion. She couldn’t see why he had to go there as he was never really working on anything.
Well, Arthur didn’t intend to talk her into liking it. The first years of their marriage, when they had been living in a small cottage, had made it obvious to Arthur that he needed some place to retreat from time to time. Some place where Molly would not follow him. He did not have one at the cottage, but neither did he have the money to buy his family a house yet.
Fortunately, during Molly’s second pregnancy, his parents had suggested they exchange their homes.
‘It’s only us two now,’ his mother had said. ‘We don’t need the whole house, your father and I. We would be much more comfortable in a little cottage. You have a growing family, Arthur. I think it best you and your wife move into The Burrow, and your father and I take your cottage.’
Arthur’s father had nodded to this, and Molly had loved the idea of having a house. So the Weasley families had exchanged their homes. And the little old shed in the Burrow’s yard, which had been functioning as kernel for his father’s dogs since his mother would not have them in the house, was perfect for Arthur’s retreat.
‘It must be something about men,’ the elder Mrs Weasley had said to the younger Mrs Weasley when Arthur had protested all suggestions to have the shed pulled down. ‘His father was mad about that shed too. I daresay it’s the naughty boy in them.’
Arthur hadn’t minded what his mother thought, and had resisted Molly’s gentle urgings to give up the shed. He loved it, and only smiled at his wife when she huffed and frowned over it.
Normally, Arthur’s sons were forbidden to enter it. Arthur himself would not have minded, but Molly said she was never sure what he kept laying around there, it might be harmful for the children. She grudgingly allowed it, though, when Arthur took the boys, and they loved the place as much as he did.
So, on this Saturday in spring, when Charlie had been put to bed for his nap and Molly had settled in the living room with her knitting needles and a spell-book, Arthur turned to Bill with a smile.
‘What do you say, son. Want to come along with Daddy to the shed?’
Bill jumped up with a squeal of delight, and rushed over to grab his father’s hand. Molly frowned at them over the edge of her book.
‘Be careful, Arthur,’ she said. ‘Don’t let him toy with anything sharp. And keep him away from that wood you have piled in there. I don’t want to have pluck splinters out of him!’
Arthur smiled mildly, said ‘Yes, dear,’ and allowed Bill to drag him out of the door.
The shed was a ramshackle little building near the gate to The Burrow. Inside, it was astonishingly large and solid. Arthur suspected his father of the improvements. One wall was covered with shelves, against the other stood a long workbench. A stool and two chairs completed the furnishings.
It might indeed once have been the working-shed of some craftsman. Now, it looked like a storage-room or a junk shop. Shelves and workbench were cluttered, and most of the free space was taken up by large piles of wood that Arthur had collected with the vague thought he might like try carpentering one day. It was a treasure trove for boys of all ages.
Arthur and Bill spent a happy hour or two poking into boxes and pilings of clutter. Some of the things in the shed were Arthur’s, some were left behind by Arthur’s father, and some had probably always been there. There was always a treasure to find.
They were digging through the content of an old box when it happened. The old, dusty box sat on the workbench, Arthur on a chair in front of it with his son perched on his lap. The two red heads were bent down, and two pairs of hazel eyes examined the contents.
Suddenly, something small shot from the box and zoomed past them. Bill shrieked with surprised delight and bounced on his father’s lap, twisting as he tried to see where it had gone. Arthur forgot all about small, flying creatures the moment Bill plopped back down, and the gentle round of Bill’s small bum came into perfect alignment with Arthur’s cock.