A Taste For Weasley's

Charlotte Beckett clumsily stumbled into the Atrium, almost knocking over two wizards discussing lunch plans and nearly spilling the contents of the heavy bag hung over her shoulder. She gave whoever had noticed a quick smile and wave to let them know she was alright. One day, she thought, I'll be able to apparate in without causing a commotion. The Atrium was just beginning to fill up.

Charlotte straightened up, brushed her hair out of her face and checked her watch; today she was half an hour early for work. She hurried towards the lifts, past the golden statues, went to the first open one and pressed the number 2. As the lift came to a halt and the doors opened, the cool female, sounding unusually tired this morning, said, "Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including-" The voice broke into a yawn as Charlotte hurried from the gates finally pausing at a door reading MISUSE OF MUGGLE ARTIFACTS to catch her breath.

Charlotte's office was an average sized office where she worked alone. The walls were a shade of deep blue and decorated with various muggle posters she collected. A desk stood facing the one window which was adorned with white sheer curtains, giving the look of flowing clouds in the midst of a blue sky. Two tall filing cabinets took up a small corner each. She had worked hard over the past months to make this office as comfortable as possible.

She put down her bag, pointed her wand towards the window opening the curtains and allowing the sunlight to stream in unchallenged. She glanced at the mirror behind her door. Charlotte ran her fingers through her hair. It was silvery blonde cascading over a small layer of baby pink. She stared into her own cerulean eyes and peach-colored skin. She deemed herself decent then laid down on the white couch beneath the window facing her desk and she pondered the ceiling.

A knock on the closed door brought Charlotte back to Earth. "Come in" she said weakly from her spot of comfort. She looked to see who had knocked and she jumped up, "Oh! Good morning Arthur!" she said as he gave a small chuckle and closed the door behind him. It was Arthur Weasley, who had once worked in the MISUSE OF MUGGLE ARTIFACTS and was the head of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects. He was now head advisor of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Good Morning Charlotte, you didn't have to get up," he said smiling, "Work hasn't really begun yet."

"Right." whispered Charlotte, slowly sitting back down, she looked at the ground before looking back at Arthur, "So...what's up Arthur?"

"Well, I saw you come in early," he said, "and I just wanted to ask how you were doing on our little project." With another "Oh!" Charlotte jumped up again from the couch and grabbed her bag from beside the door. From it she extracted a couple of muggle gadgets: a mobile phone, a laptop, an mp3 player and a PlayStation Portable. She placed the items on her desk and laughed as Arthur's face lit up with excitement at the muggle artifacts she had brought him.

"Lovely...are they brand new? There so sleek and shiny..." he continued to inspect the objects with continued ooh's and aah's.

"So far, I've only gotten the mp3 player to work using magic using a combination of charms and a little help from Nicholas in Experimental Charms." she continued to smile as she watched Arthur run his fingers through his thinning red hair in excitement and the various dancing expressions that crossed his face as she spoke.

"And what does it do?" he asked flipping it over in his hands. Charlotte reached and gently pulled it from his grasp and turned to show him how it worked. After Arthur deemed the mp3 player a 'masterpiece', Charlotte checked her watch and saw that it was now time to start work.

The morning passed like any other work day did, with few surprises and oddly no raids. Charlotte guessed that it was one of those Wednesdays that muggle artifact misusers went on holiday. She was very glad for it and whiled the time away completing outstanding reports and wondering where to eat lunch. It was around noon when her lunch plans were answered, when there was another knock on her open office door. She looked up to see Percy Weasley, leaning casually against the doorway. "Hey Percy" Charlotte said casually, putting down her quill.

He looked around the room as he slowly stepped in and shut the door behind him. "I was just wondering if I could have lunch down here, with you, in your office?" he said in his usual tone of supressed bossiness, still looking around the room.

Charlotte, whose stomach rumbled in agreement, nodded, " sure have a seat." She stood up from her desk and extracted her lunch from her bag and joined Percy on the couch. "I just love being in your office, its very comfortable, alot better than it used to be." he said with a sigh. She knew he was talking about when his father, Arthur, had once occupied her office. "Are you still working with him on his project?"

Charlotte nodded, "Yeah, I still have the muggle in me" she replied with a giggle.

"That's right, muggle-born Charlotte and her gadgets." said Percy playfully. Charlotte saw him looking at the gadgets still littering her desk from morning time. "At least your a lot more organized than my father."

"I'm glad you and your father are getting along...er...perfect, pure-blood Percy and his freckles..." said Charlotte laughing as she watched Percy try to keep a serious face but surrendered to the laughter too.

As they slowly ate there lunch, the conversation went from the project to apparition finally landing on the similarities of wizards and muggles. As Percy spoke Charlotte watched him. She couldn't help but notice the similarities of Percy's face with his fathers and how his skin was so freckled and smooth. His red hair and light brown eyes lit up in the afternoon sun.

Charlotte dwelled on the memory of when she first met Percy and how he captivated her in the way not many other wizards had. Charlotte had learned early, she was muggle-born and born with a taste for muggles. She laughed as Percy finished speaking and thought of what to say next. Her and Percy have been casual friends and coworkers since they had met, but Charlotte had noticed the occasional flirting they did. Perhaps it was time to make her move. After all it was a slow Wedsnesday with not much to do. Besides, Charlotte continuously craved the feel of his hands in her hair, his cheek against hers and her lips against his. She decided to slowy bring it about.

"Well," Charlotte began with a quick attempt at looking inncocent, "you know something else that is quite similar between us and muggles?" she glanced down at her hands and made note of how far they were from his, "something that is always approached in similar ways and has the same effects on both of us..." her voice was getting a bit softer with every word.

"What?" asked Percy, he kept his voice at the same volume, his expression curious.

Charlotte looked into his lit up, light brown eyes, took a breath and said softly, "sex..." she said pulling back a little and giving Percy a big smile. The word had made her blood rush and her body fill up with heat. His expression was frozen with curiosity for a second, then he recovered.

"Really?" he said lighty both eyebrows raised as they held eachother's gaze. Charlotte could tell that things were going the way she wanted them to go and she proceeded.

"Yeah, it starts the same way," she began casually as she placed her hands on his. They were as smooth as she had imagined it, "it starts when you want it, when you want...someone." She gave his hand a squeeze and he returned it. Charlotte lowered her tone to a whisper, she leaned over and whispered into his be-freckled ear, "you feel it, in your body. Tell me Percy, do you know what it feels like?" Charlotte pulled away again to observe the look on Percy's face. His eyes were closed. They opened as Charlotte pulled away.

"I think I have." he whispered, it was now his turn to lean foward. "It feels fiery inside, does it not? Unexplainable..." he whispered again. "Perhaps..." Charlotte held his gaze as he spoke. She noticed that he faltered a little, obviously hoping inside that they both wanted the same thing. Charlotte said nothing to assure him of this, she was thoroughly enjoying the bits of nervousness breaking through his serious expression. "I know for a fact it begins with sight and then touch." Percy said softly as he reached to stroke Charlotte's cheek with the soft tips of his fingers. Charlotte was surprised and pleased at how smoothly the words came from his mouth. "And then," continued Percy, "...taste." The word had barely left his mouth as he pulled Charlotte close and kissed her. She was, again, caught surprised, but quickly enjoyed the feeling of his fingers stroking her hair and she kissed him eagerly back. As they pulled away from the first kiss, they immediately went for another and another, each one losing its soft touch and getting more demanding.

It wasn't until after the fourth kiss, she noticed that a memo had managed to wiggle itself under the door and was hovering over Percy's head. Charlotte pointed at the memo breathlessly; Percy looked up and grabbed it. He sat up as he unfolded the note.

"Ah! I'm late!" he exclaimed. He grabbed his wand and hurried from the her office without another word. Charlotte dreamily watched him go. She pulled out her own wand and with a flick, straightened up. She went back to work as if nothing had happened at all. As she went on with her day concentrating on her work, she could feel it. Her taste for muggles was pushed aside and she soaked in her newly acquired taste for Weasley.