Illicit Affair

ILLICIT AFFAIR

Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to any of the characters and I'm only writing this story for fun.

Pairing: Arthur Weasley/Hermione (if you don't like it, don't read)


Part II: Rescue Reward


The Weasleys left early in the morning to go to Diagon Alley. That is all the Weasleys, except Mrs. Weasley. Since only Ron and Ginny lived at home during the summer, they and their father, Arthur Weasley, were the only ones to depart the Burrow. Their errand: get birthday presents for Harry for his 17th birthday party. That also meant he would be of age in the rdinrding world and the Weasleys, particularly Ginny, wanted to make it special.

Fred and George decided to create and buy pranking items for Harry. "After all, it's only natural that a son of a prankster should be able to prank others on his own, especially if they're Slytherins."

Because Fred and George were of legal age and had their own place now, there wothiothing Mr. Weasley could do to stop them, although he knew Molly would have conniptions. Ron went to Quidditch Quality Supplies to find a present that would improve Harry's Firebolt even further. Bill and Charlie got Harry books on magical creatures. Because Harry liked the class Care of Magical Creatures, they were positive he would enjoy the books as well.

Mr. Weasley noticed that Ginny seemed to have trouble finding something to buy Harry. "Having boyfriend troubles already, Ginny?" he teased.

His daughter blushed, her face turning as red as her flaming hair. "No...it's just...I know what I want to give himjustjust don't know how to...do it," she said, her eyes not looking up to meet her father's.

At first Mr. Weasley wondered what she could possibly want to give him. Then he noticed the vague tremble in her voice and her hesitation to look him in the eyes. Then, it clicked. He remembered having this exact type of conversation with his father when he was dating Molly. "Maybe it would be better if we talk about this in private," he said. Before Ginny could object, father and daughter made their way to the Leaky Cauldron. "Private room please, Tom," Mr. Weasley said to the bartender.

"Sure thing, Arthur," Tom replied and pointed them to a separate room on the main floor. After closing the door and putta sia silencing charm on the room, Mr. Weasley turned back to face his daughter.

"Let me guess...you want to give your virginity to Harry, right?" he asked.

Ginny's expression was one of fright. "How did you...?" she began to ask before she was interrupted.

"I was a teen once myself, Ginny, as hard as it is to believe. I had this same exact conversation with my father when I was dating your mother."

Ginny had a horrified look on her face. "Dad!" she exclaimed. She didn't really want to hear how he had eventually made love to her mother. re are are some things better left unsaid."

Mr. Weasley chuckled. "Don't worry, Ginny. I was about to say that as long as protection is used, I say go for it. Since Harry is legal age to do magic outside of school now, there shouldn't be a problem."

Ginny looked at her father incredulously. "Are you serious?" she asked, her tone indicating her surprise.

"Absolutely. I trust Harry...I trust that he will treat you right. If I didn't, I wouldn't have given my approval for you two to date," he said and he meant every word he said. Harry reminded Mr. Weasley of himself in so many ways that he couldn't help but approve his daughter's boyfriend.

Ginny hugged her father. "Thanks, dad."

Mr. Weasley returned the hug. "Any time, Ginny. Now as for how to...you know...I know of a couple of books on the subject that I can get for you to read."

Ginny looked at him suspiciously. "But Flourish and Botts wouldn't have them, would they?"

"The tame versions, yes, but not the...ahem...unedited versions. For those, I would need to go to Knockturn Alley," he said. "Don't worry. I'm not a to to use the Dark Arts. It's just explicit books about sex have almost always been relegated to Knockturn Alley. Been that way since the magical nephew of the muggle Queen Victoria was Minister of Magic," Mr. Weasley explained.

"Alright, dad. But be careful," she said. She didn't trust the stores nor the patrons of Knockturn Alley. With or without the presence of Voldemort, it would always be a dark place and a source for the Dark Arts.

"Don't worry, Ginny, I will. Tell your brothers I will meet them back here at home," he said. Ginny nodded. They left the room and Mr. Weasley ended the Silencing Charm. After exiting the Leaky Cauldron through the familiar brick wall, Ginny went off to Flourish and Botts, while Mr. Weasley took a right hand turn to Knockturn Alley. He had never been down there, so his anxiety was justified. He raised the hood on his cloak to hide his face, not knowing what unsavoury characters he would run into. Before Harry and Ron's second year, Harry had witnessed Lucius Malfoy selling Dark Art items to Borgin.

He had not taken a couple of steps when he heard it. The sounds of somebody struggling. At first, he thought it was a duel, but judging by the apathetic looks of the Knockturn patrons, he figured it was something more sinister. Taking out his wand, he made his way to the source of the commotion where a horrifying sight met his eyes.

A teen girl,bablbably around 17, was being pinned to the wall byee wee wizards and Mr. Weasley recognized them at once, judging by the pale, blond hair of the wizard in the middle: Draco Malfoy. The huge guys on both sides of him had to be his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Where are you going, mudblood?" Draco sneered. "The fun is just beginning."

Mr. Weasley knew he had to act. The girl must've seen him coming bee hee her face lightened up with anticipation. Her three assailants must've realized that somebody had arrived, but before they could face the newcomer, they had been hit with stunning spells. "Thank you so much, Mr. Weasley!" the girl said, running to embrace him.

"Hermione?" Mr. Weasley asked in surprise. "What happened?"

"I was here to do some shopping for Harry's birthday. I thought I saw you and your sons, but before I could go up to meet you and them, Malfoy and his goons cornered me and dragged me into Knockturn Alley," she said, her voice shaking with fear at having almost been raped.

Mr. Weasley growled. "Then it's a good thing I happened to be passing by. Please, don't ask me why I was here, but I'll assure you it's not for dark purposes."

Hermione nodded timidly. "I trust you, Mr. Weasley."

Mr. Weasley noticed she was still shaking with fear. "Perhaps I better take you back to the Burrow so you can have something to relax. Harry and my wife are the only ones there," he explained. "Take my hand," he said. After Hermione took him by the hand, Mr. Weasley concentrated for a second, and then with a pop, they disapparated.

Apparating in, Mr. Weasley fully expected to see Molly in the kitchen, preparing breakfast or lunch. To his surprise, she wasn't there. Turning to Hermione, he said, "I guess she's out for a while. What would you like to eat or drink?"

"Pumpkin juice will be fine, Mr. Weasley," she said.

"With perhaps a touch of a Relaxing Draught," he said. He pulled her a goblet of pumpkin juice and added a relaxation potion into the drink. He poured himself a drink as well and put some of the potion in as well. Taking both goblets with him, he joined Hermione at the table.

"Thanks, Mr. Weasley," she said, taking one of the goblets.

"Arthur. Please call me, Arthur," he said gently.

Hermione shook her head. "No...that would be too disrespectful."

"I insist," he whispered, reaching out and taking her hand. She blushed at the contact. Releasing her hand, he stood up, walked over to her side of the table and offered her his hand again. Accepting it, she stood up and placed her unfinished pumpkin juice on the table and allowed Arthur to lead her weverever he wanted them to go.

Starting up the stairs, their fingers intertwined with each other as they walked hand in hand. Reaching the top floor, they stopped along a wall outside the master bedroom. Hermione looked up at Mr. Weasley with anticipation as did he when looking at her. He lowered his head while she tilted her head up and their lips met.

They embraced each other and allowed their hands to explore each other. Finally, they were forced to come up for air. "Wow! You're such a great kisser, Hermione," Arthur said, smiling.

Hermione grinned. "You're not too bad yourself." They kissed again and this time an even greater lust and passion fueled their sensual desires. Not breaking the kiss, Arthur somehow managed to lead her to his bedroom. The kiss ended briefly for Arthur to close and lock the door. By that time, Hermione had divested of her cloak. She was wearing a white shirt, with khaki shorts.

"Hermione, wait. Are you sure about this?" he asked, not wanting to pressure her.

"Never been more sure in my life," she replied. They kissed again and immediately began working on each other's clothes. They must've been very impatient indeed, because idn'tdn't take them long for their clothes to come off. They gazed each other for the first time in the nude. Arthur couldn't help but feel his lusts increase. He knew he should feel guilty, but he couldn't help himself. Hermione was also admiring his naked body. "Well...do you need an invitation?" she asked.

Arthur grinned seductively and answered by laying her on the bed. His eyes asking the question, she answered by nodding. She wasn't a virgin...having slept with her ex-boyfriend a few weeks ago. That relationship hadn't lasted very long. They agreed to end it, even though the sex was great. Because she wasn't a virgin, she was ready and didn't have to worry about any pain.

Arthur, on the other hand, did not know this and consequently, gently entered her. "I'm fine, Arthur. Now fuck me," she commanded.

He obliged and the next few minutes seemed like a blur for the couple as Arthur had his way with her. Hermione moaned as he felt his cock slide in and out. He obviously knew what he was doing. He was bringing such pure, erotic pleasure to her, yet holding back just enough so that she could experience the pleasure to its full potential.

Arthur and Hermione were so involved in their lovemaking that they didn't hear the door unlock, nor did they see the door swing open. Hermione felt her climax and screamed, "ARTHUR!" At that moment, Harry Mol Molly were standing in the doorway, having shocked expressions on their faces.

To be Continued...