A Taste For Weasley's

According to Charlotte's watch, it was about 5:56pm and she found herself absentmindly twirling her hair with her wand and gazing out the window. Many thoughts had been working there way slowly through her head just five minutes earlier. Since her work had been completed, she had been contemplating Percy. She thought whether or not she should go to him or wait for him to come to her. Her thoughts eventually led to the current absentminded gazing. She slowly came back to Earth and made up her mind: she was going to go after Percy. She took a quick, deep breath and quickly stood up, opened the door and stopped dead in her tracks. Standing just outside her office, seemingly contemplating the same thing, was Percy Weasley.

Charlotte felt her heart jump and begin to pound against her ribcage. Her body felt hot as excited blood rushed through her. Percy, surprised, gave her a quick smile. Charlotte returned it, feeling the heat rise to her face.

"M-may I come in?" stammered Percy. Charlotte stepped back to let him through. As he slowly sat on the couch, Charlotte shut the door and tapped it with her wand, locking it. She turned to face Percy. They continued to nervously smile at eachother. "Nice hair..." Percy said quietly.

"Wha-?" Charlotte turned to the mirror behind the door to find that she had accidently turned her hair a violent shade of orange. With a flick of her wand she turned it back to its usual color, and again, turned to face Percy. She bit her lip and asked the floor silently whether she ought to say what she was about to say, or even do what she was about to do. The floor remains a neutral party Charlotte thought to herself and fought back the urge to laugh. Do it she told herself. "So Percy, how may I help you at this hour?"

"Well...I enjoyed the conversation we had earlier," he started nervously glancing at the ground. He seemed to gain a bit of confidence as he continued, "I sought to continue it."

"Oh really?"

"Yes...Have I ever told you about my thirteenth OWL?"

"No, I thought you only got twelve..." Charlotte responded, wondering where this may be going.

"Well, I received a thirteenth OWL in Pleasure studies. Would you like me to prove it to you?" he finished, saying the second half quickly. Charlotte laughed.

"Lame. That was totally lame Perce..." Charlotte laughed and Percy joined in.

"Crap, I knew I shouldn't of said it the moment I said it... It took me all day to think of it." he gasped through the laughter.

"Is that how you people on Level 1 spend your time? I don't think your superior would think much of that..." scolded Charlotte playfully. She pulled Percy's wand out of his hand and placed it aside. She pushed Percy back, climbed into his lap and straddled him. Percy did nothing to stop her and Charlotte took this as a good sign. She could feel him getting hard as she gazed into his light brown eyes. She pushed her lips against his, there tongues met. Charlotte pulled away and began kissing Percy along his jawline, his face automatically going up allowing her easy access to his neck. She pressed more kisses along his neck, then returned to his lips where there tongues met once again. As she stroked the back of his head, she could feel Percy's warm hands caress herthighs and slowly sliding up her skirt. He ran his hands over her underwear, pausing only to give her ass a little squeeze. He gently pulled at the elastic slowly working them down her legs.

Charlotte slowly stood up and let her panties drop to the floor. She knelt down and began to caress the ever growing bulge in Percy's pants. She ran her hands along his thigh, reached his belt and began to undo them. She freed his cock from its prison and kissed its velvet pink head. She sucked the tip, then licked the shaft from top to bottom. Percy let out a low moan and Charlotte gave a small giggle. She put more and more of his hard cock in her mouth. As she sucked it, she enjoyed the feeling of his hands running through her hair giving her a small push each time.

"Come here you" sighed Percy, a bit breathless. He pulled Charlotte back onto his lap and guided her onto his cock. She threw her head back at his forced and magnificent entrance. She was still for a minute, enjoying the feeling of him inside her, blood pulsing, as Percy ran a finger over the taut skin over her collarbone, down her chest, undoing the clasp of her shirt. Her breast grew goosebumps in the cool air and her nipples grew hard as he massaged them. He sucked on each fleshy breast and nipple with delight, then guided her hips in a slow sensual rhythm.

After a few moments he pulled her off him and stood up. At once Charlotte understood: she knelt on the couch, her bottom sticking up. Percy mounted her and began to move furiously. Charlotte grasped the couch for support, with each thrust she could feel her stomach muscles getting tighter and tighter.

"Oh god Percy yes!" she moaned softly in delight. It felt so wondrous. Percy held onto her hips and gradually slowed down. This time he was going slow but deep. Charlotte felt her climax coming closer and closer. "So...close..." she managed to whisper.

"Come on Charlotte..." Percy whispered into her ear. His hot breath on her ear made her moan. He gently tugged at her hair as he whispered again, "come on, please come for me..." Charlotte released, she felt all her muscles sieze up, her breathing got faster as she could feel herself releasing her juices onto his cock, grasping the back of the couch for support. She panted quietly. "Yesss..." hissed Percy quietly, "my turn..." he continued to thrust himself in and out of her now dripping cunt and with one forceful push she felt him release inside her. His cum ws hot and tantalated her inside. She collasped on the couch, it had been quick and satisfying.

"I...give you...'O' for outstanding" she said quietly with a weak laugh as Percy lay next to her. They both fell asleep in eachothers arms.