Business Before Pleasure?

Title: Business Before Pleasure?

Author: Moirasfate aka ianthe_waiting

Disclaimer: The Harry Potter books and their characters are the property of JK Rowling and Scholastic Books. This is a work of fanfiction. No infringement is intended, and no money is being made from this story.

Pairing: Hermione/Percy

Rating: NC-17/MA

Summary: Post-Hogwarts, Percy comes home for Christmas dinner to a mixed welcome. But he has come with a strategy.

Warnings: M/F, Oral, Het, light HBP spoilers.

Genre: Romance and some light hearted angst (if there is such a thing).

Author\'s Notes: My first HG/Weasley fic, so please be kind to the n00b. Constructive criticism is always welcome.


Business Before Pleasure?


It had been possibly eight years since Hermione Granger had seen Percy Weasley in person. It had been almost eight years since Percy Weasley had step foot in his home, the Burrow, with any intention of staying longer then a few moments. Had Hermione not been invited for Christmas dinner, she would have missed Percy Weasley\'s official apology to the Weasley family, declaring himself to be the biggest prick in the world and then opening his body for any hex or slur in retribution for his long absence. Perhaps the Weasley family had been in too much shock for none of the red haired brood made a noise or a motion toward Percy Weasley. But it was obviously clear to Hermione that the rest of Christmas dinner was a mixture of regret, silence, nervous conversation, and eventually a strange sort of forgiveness toward their third son\'s absence.

As for Hermione Granger, she had been invited as a family friend. The hopes, dreams and wishes of her being married into the Weasley clan were long shattered when her relationship with Ron Weasley fell through in the middle of her seventh year. Friendship withstanding, Hermione was still single and felt that her career did not really make time for her to be a suitable lover or significant other. Hermione was one of the few Potion Mistresses in all of Europe and was slowly gaining recognition by working with a private firm instead of the Ministry of Magic. In fact she was actually surprised when she did have time to even come to the Burrow for Christmas dinner at all. Her position required extended amounts of travel, extended periods of leaning over cauldrons, extended periods of intense research in the various wizarding libraries of the world. She had only been back in Britain a few weeks after a long, yet enjoyable trip to Japan, consulting with the Asian branch of her firm.

And as much as things had changed since the War, so much had stayed the same when it came to the Burrow and the Weasley family. Granted there were differences due to the War and the time spent away from her friend\'s home. Bill and Fleur were coming up on an anniversary and now had three children. Charlie had met a nice American witch who specialized on the medical treatment of magical creatures. Fred and George were both married and were perhaps the richest of all the Weasley\'s opening their twentieth joke shop on America\'s west coast. Ginny had married once, divorced, coming away with a large settlement and married again, this time to Harry Potter. Even Ron was afforded a sense of success, recruited to a famous Quidditch team and then retiring and buying a lesser team having three players make the British team for the World Cup.

But as Hermione and the women of the Weasley family began straightening up the kitchen in the aftermath of dinner, Hermione stood closest to the sitting room, listening to the Weasley men and a certain Harry Potter talk with Percy.

Again, Percy apologized to his brothers and father to which his father replied: \"Well, let sleeping dragons lie, son. Your mother and I have had the best Christmas in a long time now that all of the family is together.\"

There were muttered words of agreement, but with Ron especially there was still a bit of tension. But conversation turned to the goal of catching up, how things were, how things would be...

It was common knowledge that Percy Weasley was still a bachelor having never married his school sweetheart, Penelope Clearwater. The details were minor, there was no big story to tell, Penelope had become frustrated with Percy and had left. It was not something that would make the Daily Prophet, but for a while the rumor mill at the Ministry turned a bit. Arthur Weasley still worked at the Ministry, but had little or no contact with Percy who was now so close to be the Minister that many believed that he would be the next Minister of Magic, and the youngest to boot. But all of this work, all of this time between, Hermione wondered if Percy Weasley had grown up at all, changed into something more than the officious prick that she remembered during and after the War.

He had obviously changed when it came to appearances and Hermione could see the moment Percy Weasley had walked through the kitchen door, brushing off snow from the shoulders of his wool pea coat, removing his leather gloves and stuffing them into the pockets of his coat that something had changed somewhere along the way. He had grown taller and was possibly taller than Bill or Ron. His Weasley red hair was longer, straighter, falling in fringes about his angular face. The old horn-rim glasses were gone and he wore small square silver frames that perched on his slender nose unobtrusively. There was a scar on his chin running from the corner of his mouth down to his jaw, an injury from the War. He wore muggle clothes although his wand was in a holster on his studded belt. Hermione studied him closely, apparently having been overlooked completely at the dinner table. She remember clenching her fists in her lap, setting her jaw in defiance...or let her face show her shock, and strange delight. Percy Weasley was handsome, more handsome than Hermione could ever imagine or remember. No, she had never thought him handsome before, not in school, not during the War...he was slimy, almost Slytherin in his mannerisms, his ambitions. But now...but now...

\"Hermione? Why, she\'s standing just there, Perce, did you not even notice?\" Charlie\'s voice rang out, whisking Hermione from her thoughts.

She had been leaning against the kitchen table, her arms folded, facing the sitting room, quite deep in thought. At the sound of her name she stood up straight and let her arms fall to the sides to watch the back of Percy Weasley\'s head turning to reveal a striking profile, and turning a bit more so that his pale blue eyes met her own.

When Percy rose to his feet and moved toward Hermione, she flinched and tried to back away, scrapping the kitchen table against the tiled floor of the kitchen.

\"Why, Hermione Granger, it\'s been...\" he started to say, a warm smile on his lips.

But Hermione had walked past him, around him to the stairs.

\"Ginny, I am going to lay down for a bit,\" she called back to her friend who was watching her interaction with her older brother out of the corner of her eye.

Hermione did not wait for Ginny\'s answer and trudged up the rickety and crooked stairs into the upper rooms of the Burrow. It was not until Hermione had shut the door to Ginny\'s old room, cast a locking charm on the door and fell onto the old familiar cot did Hermione groan. She had been a total idiot to react as she did... But it was really all his fault.


* * *


Hermione, although successful, renown in academic circles, a war hero, young and quite attractive, was still dealing with issues from the past. Perhaps it was the fact that she let her job overrule most of her personal emotions, perhaps it was her unwavering loyalty to the discipline of learning that did not let her sort out her personal feelings about much of anything... She knew she was lonely, but delved even deeper into her job to distract herself. She knew that she had not been in the least bit serious about any of her past relationships, trying not to be hurt when her dates did not owl her back for another outing. Academia was a cold lover.

But as she lay on the cot provided for her that night, she began thinking of Percy Weasley. She did not like him. She did not like the way he had turned from his family so quickly when it was certain that the Dread Lord was once again on the rise. She did not like the way that Percy Weasley had all but told Ron not to be Harry\'s friend when friends were what Harry needed in the whole world. She did not like the way Percy Weasley had been so smug when he was around Fudge or the current Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour. Percy was a sycophant, a lackey, a yes-man, and a traitor to his family. She wanted to hit him...hard.

Hermione had laid on the cot for two hours, drifting in and out of thought and sometimes dozing. But she arose, anger flashing in her amber eyes. Yes, hit Percy Weasley and let him know that not everybody was just so forgiving. He would hear a piece of her mind, let him know that he should apologize to everyone, individually, repent for his sins and try to be something more than that officious prick of a sycophant...

Hermione went about the bedroom, moving to her trunk and changing out of her Christmas dress and into a light jumper and a pair of jeans. She pulled back her hair into a messy knot and tucked her wand into her sleeve. Oh, Percy Weasley was going to hear it...

And as she moved toward the door, about to unlock it with a wave of her hand, the door opened and Percy Weasley stepped inside, shutting and re-locking the door as well as casting a silencing charm. This was not how she had planned it, not at all...

In the grey light of the room, Percy turned to Hermione and tried to smile, welcomed with only a harsh slap to the face, strong enough to send the tall wizard stumbling back against the door.

\"Get out!\" Hermione snarled, all the anger, all the injustice of all her past boiling up inside her small frame and projected through her voice.

Percy leaned back on the door, holding his left cheek, shock in his eyes. But as Hermione began to breathe harder, trying to summon the strength to yell again, she noticed a subtle change in Percy Weasley\'s eyes...they were becoming harder, stony and cold. A tight smile formed on his lips as he stood on his own again, still holding a large hand over his cheek.

\"How could I forgotten so easily?\" he asked, more to himself than to Hermione, who was slowly edging backwards, letting her wand slide slowly into her hand. \"I was so wrapped up in hoping my family would forgive me that I did not even notice you, Miss Granger.\"

His words were cold and baritone. At the sound of her surname, violent shivers passed down Hermione\'s spine. Danger, danger, Hermione\'s body was telling her. Something was not quite right...something was... But she narrowed her eyes, taking in the context of her words.

\"Bastard!\" she snarled, raising her wand to point between Percy Weasley\'s eyes which left her body wide open since Percy was quite tall and suddenly much more closer. \"Was it a ploy? Did you lie? Why try and mend things now, eh?\" she found herself grinding out between clenched teeth.

Percy smirked, \"Lower your wand, Hermione, I only came to talk.\" He took another step forward and Hermione took another step back so that her back was almost against the wall of Ginny\'s old room.

\"How dare you come here, expecting your family to automatically forgive you! You care more about your position in the Ministry than the fact your family has been hurting without you! And now you suddenly ‘remember\' me? How dare you even speak to me! You do not even know me!\"

She was becoming hysterical, and a part of her mind was begging for her to shut her mouth, but it was too late... She had never really been close to Percy, barely knew him, but somehow, deep down, she knew him all too well. He was an overachiever, pragmatic, dedicated, studious...he had been all of those things as had she... But now he was standing over her, so close to her that her heightened sense of awareness was suddenly conscious that he smelled of sandalwood and wood smoke which was equivocal to male and domineering aspects in her mind. She was also aware that she was shivering under his stony gaze and that her body was reacting to him in a way so that she was somewhat afraid of him and that she felt a warm tension low in her belly which meant only one thing...

Percy lowered his hand from his cheek revealing a rather angry red hand print. With Seeker like reflexes his hand lashed out and grasped Hermione\'s wand hand, crushing her wrist with a strength that made her whimper and drop her wand to the floor.

\"I am ready to remedy any hurt I have caused my family. I was wrong, and I know it. It will take time, but I know what I want and I want to be part of my own family again,\" he said almost in a whisper, pushing Hermione back into the wall but not releasing her wrist. She whimpered as he twisted her arm slightly, causing only a small bit of pain that ran from her wrist up to her shoulder. \"But, you are wrong, Hermione...\" he whispered, stepping closer so that she could feel his warm breath against her forehead. \"I know you...I had never forgotten about you. I apologize for not seeing you sooner, I was preoccupied. My family means everything to me, whether you would like to believe it or not...and everything I have done in the past few years was to insure that my family was taken care of, that my family\'s actions for or against the Ministry during the War would not be noticed, that my family would not be ostracized, that my brothers and sister would have a better chance at a successful life...\"

His voice was hard, serious, his breath caressing the small hairs of Hermione\'s crown, his grip tightening as he spoke. But all Hermione knew were his words and the warmth of his body so close to her own.

\"I have fallen from grace too many times only to rise again...I have changed so much about myself that not even you can call me a sycophant... I have learned pain, loss, defeat, power, strength, and glory since the War. I am not weak and I will never lose sight of what I want...\"

Hermione exhaled slowly, her eyes moving up Percy\'s jumper to his neck, to his chin and then to his eyes. \"What do you want, Percy?\" her voice quivering as much as her lips.

\"Many things...I want to be Minister, I want to be powerful, I want to be just, I want to be the one who will change the world for the better, I want strong people around me, I want intelligent people around me, and I think you fit both of those criteria.\"

Hermione blinked. Percy\'s eyes told her that he was speaking the truth, as horrible and great as it was, he was also making a strange type of confession.

\"What do you mean? You want me to work for you? On your campaign for Minister?\" she blurted out, sounding as though she thought he were mad.

He chuckled, his baritone voice vibrating the air around Hermione. \"In part. I have watched you, Hermione...you have the potential to turn the wizarding world on its head. A mere muggle-born witch a Potions Mistress? Did you know you are the first muggle-born to achieve such a title and at such a young age? People fear and respect you, you are the brightest witch I have ever known, and I am not the only one who believes this...\"

\"You will have to contact my firm, Percy, if you want to make an offer... I do not work for cheap... I...\"

Percy chuckled again and this time Hermione felt as if her knees were about to give way. She had not noticed that he had released her hand and that the same hand was now resting on Percy\'s forearm, grasping at the sleeve of his jumper as if to anchor her in reality.

\"I said I have been watching you, Hermione, not just as Hermione Granger Potions Mistress.\"

Hermione swallowed. He was bending down to her eye level, his lips were so close. No! She did not like him...he was underhanded...too ambitious...much more handsome than she had remembered...and smelled too good...

\"W-what do you mean?\" she stuttered, her eyes shifting to his lips, curled into a smile that would rival that of the Cheshire Cat.

\"You rarely go out anymore, not with men at any rate. You work yourself into exhaustion, you delve too deeply for information, you suppress your desires, you strive to be more powerful, more learned, more refined... You lie to yourself so much that you believe yourself to be unworthy, unlikeable, unwanted...\" he whispered, his hand moving up her shoulder to the messy knot of hair on the back of her skull. \"I have thought of you often and wondered...\"

Hermione licked her lips, her eyes falling to the knit of Percy\'s jumper. \"Wondered what exactly?\"

\"I wondered if your desire to prove yourself in this crazy world of magic was as strong as your desire for someone to love...to have...to be next to and be possessed by...\"

Hermione closed her eyes, feeling Percy\'s long fingers pull the tie from her hair, the tips of his fingers burying themselves in the weight of her caramel waves. She was panting, and suddenly held her breath. He was consuming her senses, making her mind whirl.

\"Ever since the War...maybe before then, I have watched you. I have watched you grow into the beautiful woman you are now, and were beginning to be then. I have watched you fight your way up the ranks, into the confidences of people that have true influence in this world. You sit equal with the great witches and wizards in the pantheon of personalities, you truly are brilliant and yet you barely know it.\"

His lips brushed her cheek, warm and tender, his fingers tangling in her hair, caressing her scalp.

\"I want you, Hermione Granger, and I have wanted you for a long time.\"

Hermione\'s eyes fluttered open just as Percy pressed his lips to hers, nibbling at her lower lip as if it were as sweet and tender as an exotic fruit. Hermione sighed as his hands moved from her hair, down her shoulders to the sides of her breasts. He pulled her closer, engulfing her in arms that were strong and taut, bending her head back slightly to devour her in kisses. And all the while Hermione was lost, no logical thought entered her mind as her small hands grasped the front of Percy\'s jumper.

With a soft pop of apparition, Hermione pulled away, disoriented. They had moved through space and time only to reappear in the room that Percy had once called his own when he had lived in the Burrow. It was little more than a storage room now, but the bed was clean and the curtains pulled back to reveal a snowy, dusky landscape. Percy did not release Hermione entirely, only flicked his wand toward the door, locking and silencing the room. With another flick candles lit, bathing the room in warm light. And suddenly Hermione was being engulfed again, kisses swelling her lips, trailed kisses burning her jaw and throat. Overwhelmed is only a simple definition of what Hermione felt inside at that moment.

\"I want you...\"

And Hermione could only moan softly. Did she want this? That was the first rational thought that entered her mind after realizing Percy had apparated them to his private room. Did she want this?

It was like trudging through mud trying to think clearly as Percy\'s mouth met hers again and his tongue teased her lips. She did not hate him, she knew that...she was beginning to like him more and more as his tongue dueled with hers. Yes, she wanted power...as Slytherin as it sounded. Yes, she wanted more out of life than just intellectual pleasure. Yes, she wanted to be loved by someone who thought she was something more than a walking encyclopedia. Yes, at that very moment she wanted Percy Weasley.

As Percy pulled away to draw a breath, she gazed at him as if she were drunk. Her legs were trembling as he slipped his glasses off his nose and set them on a cluttered desk behind Hermione. She felt her lips quivering as he pulled his jumper up and over his head, throwing it on the floor. She was riveted to touch his chest and the sparse trail of auburn hair that ran between his pectorals and down his muscular belly. And at her first touch, Percy hissed with pleasure, his hands moving down Hermione\'s sides to the hem of her jumper. Tugging the jumper off Hermione, she blushed slightly, clad only in only her bra, but her slight embarrassment was forgotten when Percy held her again, kissing her bare shoulders and collarbone. She did not notice at first but he had unclasped her bra, pulling it away from between them like an inconsequential piece of fabric. And Hermione moaned as her tight nipples pressed against Percy\'s well defined chest.

Kissing his way down her neck, he knelt before her, trailing a line between her breasts, his hands slowly wrapping around each soft globe, a bit too full to fit entirely in his hands. Down, down to her slightly rounded belly, all the while rolling and pinching her erect nipples between his fingers. Hermione nearly collapsed, but caught herself and leaned forward, her hands resting on Percy\'s shoulders as the sensation of his touch was becoming too much for her bear.

Hermione\'s body hummed with desire, her body sensitive to every caress and kiss, sending pleasurable messages to her brain and in turn sending a hot rush of wetness to heat the aching between her thighs. Percy slowly unbuttoned the fly of Hermione\'s jeans, pulling the zipper down with excruciating slowness. He glanced up at Hermione, her lips parted and red with his kisses, her eyes shut, her breath disturbing the caramel strands of hair that curtained around her flushed face. With a smirk he pulled her jeans and her damp knickers down her smooth thighs. The scent of her arousal was sweet and musky at the same time and wafted and tempted Percy to taste... But he pulled away.

Hermione\'s eyes snapped open, no longer feeling Percy\'s warm body close to hers, and a sudden sense of rejection ran through Hermione\'s body like a shot of icy water in her veins. But her eyes soon found Percy as he stepped back to toe off his boots and socks, adjusting his muggle trousers, pulling the belt and wand holster to let it settled on the floor by his jumper. Hermione\'s eyes narrowed sensually at the tight fabric that was pulled taut over his very evident arousal. And slowly she also toed her feet out of her trainers and stepped out of the jeans which were now pooled around her ankles. As she pushed a heavy curtain of hair from her face, she felt Percy\'s hands wrap about her hips and pull her toward the bed. With a slight creak of the mattress and springs, Hermione was laying on her back, her thighs open wantonly as Percy knelt at the foot of the bed, gazing down at her with very needy and heated blue eyes. The coldness of his pale eyes was gone, and Hermione realized that she was seeing Percy Weasley for who he truly was...a man.

With a gasp, Hermione found that the wetness between her legs was growing as Percy\'s mouth found her core. Tongue lashing, tasting, teasing, Hermione\'s eyes rolled back into her head as he lifted her hips upward and closer to his body. She could smell her own arousal and wondered if the once prudish Percy Weasley was enjoying how her juices tasted...and she smiled, her eyes fluttering closed once again.

As Percy\'s tongue laved her clit, Hermione gasped raggedly, heat rising into her chest, a blush running from her breasts to her face. Tracing the lips of her inner labia, Hermione groaned as his tongue entered her pulsing channel, thrust in and out alluding to an act that Hermione would hope Percy would get to soon enough. He lowered her hips slightly and two fingers took the place of his tongue, delving into her wet heat slowly but building speed. His mouth returned to her now swollen clit, sucking and nibbling on the little nub of flesh until Hermione began thrashing on the small bed, grasping the longer hair of Percy\'s head as if to somehow control his sensual assault to her nether regions. The wet sound of Percy\'s fingers roughly penetrating her and the slurping sound of his mouth on her clit were second only to the physical sensations of his foreplay...and with a deep scream Hermione came, her entire body wracked with spasms, her breathing erratic. When her body jerked for the last time, Percy slowly lowered her hips to the bed, kissing the insides of her thighs and the knobs of her hip bones.

\"Bloody...brilliant...\" she gasped, small tremors running up and down her body, her eyes cracking open slightly to see a very flushed and self-satisfied face.

\"Thank you...\" he whispered, his hands running up her legs to her belly.

Hermione laid very still until her heart was not beating so violently and her breathing was somewhat under control. And then...she pounced, rising up to her knees, kissing Percy soundly on the mouth, tasting her own essence and feeling another wave of wet heat rush toward her needy core. She wanted him...all of him, inside her... Oral sex had always been something she enjoyed, and enjoyed even more so now that Percy Weasley had demonstrated he had a bit of talent in pleasuring her in just that way. But now the ache was almost unbearable. Fingers could only do so much.

Percy chuckled into their kiss as Hermione began blindly tearing at the top of his trousers and slowly he grasped her hands to pull them out of the way. He pulled out of their kiss and playfully pushed Hermione back on the bed. With a frustrated huff, Hermione licked her lips as Percy began unbuttoning his trousers, sitting on the edge of the bed. The candlelight splayed warm light over Percy\'s body and as he let his trousers slide down his well toned legs, Hermione\'s eyes were riveted to the red and swollen head of his erection, slightly bobbing with his body\'s movement to remove his trousers. Hermione had only an inkling of Percy\'s size and girth when she had noticed his arousal before. It was not as if Percy were some monstrous thing, but he was thick and long enough to make Hermione lean forward and take the thickly veined prick into her hands and the head into mouth.

\"Fuck...\'mione...\" Percy gasped as he let his upper body fall back, resting on his elbows as he watched Hermione\'s wavy hair float about her as her head bobbed up and down over his erection. The heat and pressure of her hot mouth was heavenly, and as she wrapped her hand around his balls, Percy jumped and groaned deep and long.

Hermione was enjoying all the sounds Percy was making. Moans that betrayed his arousal to whimpers of his lack of control and groans that were so deep that Hermione could feel the sound rattle something in her chest. And when his fingers tangled themselves in her hair she moaned as well, the hum sending a delightful sensation down Percy\'s cock and to his balls. He began thrusting upwards into Hermione\'s mouth, gagging her slightly, but she endured. He tasted slightly salty, warm and pleasant, she knew she was not the most experienced when it came to performing oral sex, but Percy did not seem to notice. Finally when Hermione\'s jaw began to ache, she pulled away, pumping his shaft with her left hand, swiping the head of his arousal with the flat of her tongue.

But just before she let her mouth open to descend once again around his cock, he held her head still with the back of her hair, not roughly but enough to make Hermione wince.

\"S-stop...I can\'t...\" he said in a strangled gasp, his eyes shut tightly, his chest heaving as if to take a proper breath. Hermione smirked and gave the head of his cock one last kiss before flopping back down in the bed, her head falling against Percy\'s pillows.

It was few moments of panting and heavy swallowing before Percy moved on the bed, kneeling as he had before at Hermione\'s feet. In the candlelight she could see her saliva glistening on Percy\'s now very swollen, almost purple cock.

\"Are you satisfied, Miss Granger?\" he growled seductively, his eyes flashing in the light.

Hermione smiled and nodded, and suddenly found herself pinned under a very warm Percy Weasley who was running the tip of his cock from her clit to the crack of her ass and back again.

\"Mmm, I could just do this...spread your sweet juices...\" he purred only an inch from her face, his eyes burning into her own. Hermione groaned, trying to wiggle her hips so that Percy\'s arousal would penetrate, but not quite moving fast enough to do so. \"...or...I could fuck you hard and rough...would you like that, Miss Granger?\"

Hermione grasped at Percy\'s tight buttocks, trying to pull him forward. When she lamented to poor state of her upper body strength, she wrapped her legs about his waist, trying once again to force his penetration.

\"Well? I can just rub myself...\" he purred.

\"I want you...\" she growled, wrapping her arms about his neck.

\"How?\" he whispered, his lips moving across the line of her jaw, rubbing her harder, nearly pushing inside.

\"Hard...\" she groaned, wiggling her hips again. \"Now!\"

Percy would not deny her and bit into her shoulder as he thrust roughly inside eliciting a sharp gasp from Hermione which quickly turned into a moan of undisputable pleasure. He began thrusting, short and deep inside her luscious heat and tightness. Percy ground his teeth together, hissing out a curse as she dug the heels of her feet into his ass, urging him more so than by talking like a like a dirty little whore... That could come later...

Percy lifted himself slightly to look down at his quarry, feeling a jolt run through him as her eyes were narrowed and clouded, her mouth open wantonly, panting and her brow furrowed slightly as if pondering a complex puzzle. She was beautiful...the way her breasts moved with every thrust, the way her belly clenched... Percy had never forgotten her, always wondered about her, and then obsessed a bit over her and now she was his...

Percy grasped Hermione\'s ankles, not breaking his rhythm, and lifted her legs higher so that her ankles rested on his wide shoulders. She screeched slightly at this new angle and grasped Percy\'s forearms so tightly that he could feel her nails biting into his skin. He watched her bite her lower lip and then begin to shut her eyes, the whites of her beautiful eyes only visible.

\"Oh...gods!\" she gasped. Percy grunted as her inner walls clamped down around him, but continued to thrust, the wet slapping sound of her juices coating their flesh just as arousing as looking at her face as she quickly came apart. Her muscles clamped down harder as she came and Percy pulled away, pinching her left nipple with one hand and pinching her swollen clit with the other.

Hermione cursed, her body curling in on itself, but before Hermione could recover, she was turned on her belly, her ass up in the air, her face buried in Percy\'s bed as she was penetrated again, roughly. She grunted as Percy began again, grasping her hips with such strength that she was sure she would be covered in bruises before long.

Percy\'s voice had left him momentarily as he thrust in and out of Hermione Granger. Nothing had ever felt so divine, not that he had been with many women...but Hermione...she was perfection. Her body was threatening to consume him, her vaginal muscles pulling him in closer, deeper and then pushing out. He grasped Hermione\'s upraised elbows and pulled her back so that her breasts jutted out, sweaty and smooth in the candlelight. She was sobbing slightly, panting and groaning as Percy\'s hip bones repeatedly beat against the fleshy parts of her buttocks. Hermione felt as if she were being torn in two and sewn haphazardly together at the same time. Her body was screaming for a final release, tightening in just the right spots, the blood rushing away from her brain in anticipation of climax.

Percy nipped and licked at her salty neck through her nebulous tangle of hair which smelled of Hermione and something intrinsically feminine and powerful. He held her upper arms tightly, the angle of his thrusts now upward instead of forward. He could vaguely feel her juices running down the front of his thighs, down to his knees...and he ached for release. His breath was coming out in whimpers and cries and suddenly he felt a crackle of pure, raw magic run over his skin, down his back into his loins and into the goddess before him. And they came, crying out release and competition.


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The candles had flickered out and Hermione opened her eyes to near darkness despite the moonlight reflecting its soft rays off the snow outside. She had almost forgotten where she was except for Percy\'s pressed kisses into her shoulder blades. He was sweating, two drops falling from his chin to Hermione\'s flesh and she shivered. Slowly, sounding as if it were causing him pain, he pulled his spent and aching cock out of his lover and fell beside her on the bed. Hermione slowly let her aching legs lower her to the damp mattress and her head rest on Percy\'s wet left shoulder.

It was stifling hot in Percy\'s room, but she let him pull a soft sheet over the both of them. She did not want to move, feeling Percy\'s scalding seed ooze from her body over the insides of her thighs and to the mattress below her. She sighed softly, kissing Percy\'s shoulder and falling into the most contented sleep she could ever remember.

Hermione only dreamt of arms around her, keeping her warm, keeping her safe, whispering promises of pleasure, fulfillment, power and happiness. And as she opened her eyes to the bright light of morning, she found she slept alone...


* * *


\"Well, Hermione\'s wand was in the floor...I thought something awful had happened!\" Hermione heard Ginny Potter\'s voice from the kitchen below the landing where Hermione stood, washed, dressed and ready to face whatever implications spending the night with Percy could mean. Her face blushed slightly as her mind whispered his name through her brain.

\"We knew where she was, Gin...the silencing charm did not totally drown out the sound of the bed scrapping against the floor,\" Harry said softly.

\"But I thought she hated him.\"

\"Obviously not, Gin... Shh...she\'s coming down the stairs.\"

Hermione skipped into the kitchen, smiling at her two friends sitting at the kitchen table, sipping on coffee and looking quite surprised to see Hermione.

\"What?\" she asked innocently.

\"Sleep well?\" Ginny asked, her eye twinkling mischievously.

Hermione moved to the kitchen stove, pouring herself a bit of coffee and sitting across from the Potters, smiling like the cat who had caught the canary. \"Quite well.\"

Ginny giggled like a school girl into her hand and Harry rolled his eyes.

\"Where is everyone?\" Hermione asked, realizing that she, Ginny and Harry were the only people that seemed to be in the house.

\"Fred and George took their brood home, Charlie and his wife went to Diagon Alley, I think Bill and Fleur and the kids went with them...Ron went home early last night after a bit too much fire whiskey and mum and dad are talking to Percy in the garden... He\'s going back to the Ministry for a bit later this morning,\" Ginny informed Hermione as she sipped on her black coffee.

\"I see...\" was all she said, looking past Harry and Ginny to the garden window, but she could not see him from her vantage point.

\"I\'m going to the loo, Gin, have a nice girl talk,\" Harry said suddenly rising from the table and up the stairs.

Ginny smiled at Hermione and Hermione smiled back. \"So?\"

\"So, what?\" Hermione grinned. Ginny rolled her eyes.

\"Percy Ignatius Weasley, my older prat of a brother?\"

\"Is that his middle name?\"

\"Yeah.\"

Hermione giggled. \"How interesting.\"

\"C\'mon, Hermione, spill it!\"

But Hermione said nothing as the kitchen door was opened and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were followed in by Percy who was all smiles. When his eyes fell upon Hermione she shivered and not from the draft of icy air that came through the open door.

A late breakfast was put together as Hermione helped Mrs. Weasley conjure up scrambled eggs, toast, marmalade and another pot of coffee. She listened to Mr. Weasley and Percy talking warmly, she listened to Harry tease Percy a bit about the events of the night before. And before Hermione could turn and scold Harry, Molly Weasley patted Hermione\'s back and winked. Hermione blushed a horrible shade of pink and said nothing.

All the while as the family ate, Percy kept glancing at Hermione who had stayed silent for the majority of the breakfast, but he knew she was thinking...as he was. What was to happen next for her? Percy had plans and Hermione wondered if he had really been serious about wanting her by his side, in whatever professional capacity.

\"I will draw up some proposals when I get back to the Ministry,\" Percy\'s voice sounded softly in Hermione\'s ear. She had been so lost in thought that she had not noticed that breakfast had been cleared away and the kitchen empty. Hermione blinked and turned in her chair to look up at Percy.

\"I will also contact your firm, I want you to work with me...but in what capacity you would like, you will have to specify. I know you are talented with the interpretation of the law...I have read your essays on economic reform for the wizarding world and the rights of magical creatures...\"

\"So you\'re serious about running for Minister?\" she asked, her eyes widening in awareness.

\"Absolutely. If not Minister, then a seat on the Wizengamot...\" he rambled.

Hermione rose from her seat and stood before Percy, waiting for his thoughts to return to the present and the ideas of strategies, plans for reform, and areas of research to end. And after a few moments he fell silent, smiling and blushing as if a bit ashamed of himself.

\"And then there is Hermione Granger...\"

\"And then there was Hermione...\"

Percy hummed his agreement, wrapping his arms about Hermione, pulling her close and resting his chin atop her head.

\"And?\"

\"And then I will ask Miss Granger to work for me...and if she refuses I will not take it too badly...I\'ll just ask her out on a date and see what happens from there...personally or professionally.\"

Hermione smirked. \"Is that so?\"

\"It is,\" Percy\'s hands wrapping tighter about her waist.

\"I need so see your proposals first, Mr. Weasley.\"

He kissed her temple and smiled into her mane of caramel hair...

\"Of course, my dear...business before pleasure...\"




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