Happy Springsmut, midnight_birth! Author:kereia Recipient:midnight_birth Title: (In)Appropriate Presents Rating: NC-17 Pairing(s): Hermione/Percy Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. Summary: One year after the Battle of Hogwarts, Percy and Hermione have to face the fact that they no longer want to live their lives according to other people's expectations. Warnings: explicit sexual situations, mild bondage Word Count: ~2500
(In)Appropriate Presents
With a flick of her wand, Hermione arranged the chairs around the small kitchen table. “I think that was the last of it.” A pleased smile played over her mouth, and she turned around to crossed the narrow hallway into the living room. “Is there anything else you want me to do?”
Percy Vanished the last of the boxes that had held his personal belongings. He took a quick survey of the room. “No, I think we’re done.” When he adjusted his glasses, Hermione couldn’t help but smile. She’d always thought that the simple gesture looked rather adorable, and during the last few weeks she’d found herself becoming more and more aware of his idiosyncracies. Though she’d been staunchly ignoring the drunken kiss they’d shared during Harry’s birthday party, but now that she’d finally realized that her relationship with Ron would never amount to anything but friendship, she found herself rather preoccupied with thought of his older brother.
Percy smiled guilelessly. “Thank you for helping me move out of the Burrow.”
Hermione grinned. “Any time. I’m so glad you decided to apply for the position at the Wizengamot Administration. You really looked quite miserable working with your father this past year.” At Percy’s bemused expression, Hermione blushed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be tactless.”
Percy waved her concerns away. “Don’t worry about it. Besides, it’s not as if you’re wrong. I’m just glad that Dad was fairly understanding about all of it. He even helped me look for the flat.” He ran a hand through his red hair. “I’m sure Mum will come around eventually. She just doesn’t like change.” His expression dropped for a moment, and Hermione stepped up to him and put a comforting hand on his arm.
“I’m sure you’re right. She loves you too much to be upset for long. Besides you’ll be around for family dinners and all that. It’s not like the last time you moved out.”
Percy laughed quietly. “Merlin, I was such a prat.”
“Yes, you were. If it’s any consolation, though, I don’t think she’s too fond of me either at the moment.”
When Percy looked at her, Hermione had to swallow hard. His eyes were suddenly intense and darker than they had been before. She became acutely aware of how close they stood, but she didn’t want to move away. “You don’t need to worry about that, Hermione,” he said. “Ron already explained everything to her.” Then a smile tugged at his lips. “If I were you, I’d be more worried about George.”
Her brows knitted together. “Why would I be worried about him?”
“Haven’t you noticed that look on his face lately?”
“No, I haven’t.”
Percy nodded sagely. “He’s got that plotting look about him.”
Hermione snorted. “I thought that was his regular look.”
Her smile was answered by Percy’s own. “You’re not wrong about that either.”
A soft hoot and the clacking sound of a beak against glass interrupted them. When Percy and Hermione turned around, they found two small owls perched on the narrow windowsill, both with an air of impatience about them.
Percy hurried to the window and opened it. Immediately, one of the owls took flight and settled itself on Hermione’s shoulder. The other remained in front of Percy and held out its leg.
Curious, Hermione detached the letter and ripped open the envelope. She heard a faint clicking noise by the window, but she payed no attention to it. A key fell into her hand. She turned it curiously between her fingers. “Do you have any idea what this key is for?”
When Percy didn’t answer, Hermione looked over and found him staring aghast at the opened parcel in his hands. The colour of his face easily matched his hair, and as Hermione stepped closer, he quickly hid the object behind his back.
“It’s from George. One of his silly, little jokes. Can I have that key, please?” He held out his hand with an air of studied casualness that didn’t fool her for a minute.
“What did he give you?” she asked, a gleam in her eyes.
“It’s nothing really.” Judging from the deepening colour of his face, it was an effort to hold her gaze.
Hermione smiled nonchalantly. “Well, if it is nothing, then you don’t need the key, do you?”
Percy stepped forward, one of his hands still firmly behind his back. “Hermione, please.”
Hermione laughed. “Oh, come on. What could he possibly send you that would make you this embarrassed?” She quickly pulled out her wand and, before Percy could react, she said, “Accio.”
The only warning she had was the panicked widening of Percy’s eyes, and then his hand snapped out from behind his back, and he came flying at her across the room. The impact of his body brought them both to the floor in a tangle of robes and limbs.
“What in Merlin’s name?” Hermione panted and pushed Percy off her.
“I’m ever so sorry,” he snapped sarcastically and rolled to the side. He desperately tried to hide his hand from her again, but Hermione reached out and grabbed hold of his arm. A pair of fluffy, red handcuffs dangled from his wrist.
“Oh my,” she breathed. Percy made an annoyed sound, and her eyes flew up to his face. One look at his indignant expression sent her into fits of laughter.
“Well, I’m glad one of us finds this amusing. Now, will you please hand over the key?”
“No.”
“I beg your pardon?”
Hermione tried to stifle her laughter. “The key doesn’t fit the handcuffs.” Her eyes swept across the floor for the dropped item, and once she found it, she held it up for him to see. “Here. It’s far too big for the lock.”
Percy’s eyes became small and he muttered a curse beneath his breath.
Now, it was Hermione’s turn to blush. “Percy, such language.” She had to laugh. “I didn’t know you had it in you.”
“I’m going to kill George,” he said, his eyes still fastened on the key.
Hermione sat up. “You know what this is for,” she realized.
“It’s for the front door.”
Suddenly, Hermione felt awkward. “Oh.” She cleared her throat. “Well, then I suppose, you should have it after all. I wouldn’t like to visit you, of course, but that was rather presumptuous of George, really.” Her cheeks felt heated, and she broke off, unable to meet his eyes. Instead, she reached for his wrist. “Let me have a look at those. They usually don’t require a key, anyway.”
Percy’s eyebrows perked up. “And you would know this how?”
Flustered, Hermione’s hands briefly froze. “Everyone knows that,” she replied, proud that her voice was steady and did not betray how flustered she really was.
“Really?” Percy’s tone was full of disbelief.
“Yes, really.” Hermione snapped.
A quick glance at Percy’s face revealed a smug grin and intruiged eyes. Instinctively, she squared her shoulders. “You know, why don’t you try to get out of them yourself.” She pushed his arm away and prepared to stand up when another owl, this one considerably larger than the other two, swooped into the room and landed on Hermione’s leg. Attached to the owl was another parcel.
Percy and Hermione exchanged a worried glance. They both reached to untie it, and their fingers brushed. Hermione felt a rush of warmth beneath her skin and pulled back. As soon as Percy had freed the owl of its burden, it took off through the window again, and Percy hurriedly opened the parcel. A small book lay inside the wrapping paper, and it immediately started to grow in size and weight. It was bound in pink leather, and the title proclaimed it to be the Karma Sultry, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes revised edition of the Kama Sutra in atrociously sparkling, red letters.
While Hermione gave a choked laugh, Percy seemed confused. He opened the first page. In an almost unintelligible scrawl, George had written a dedication on the inside cover.
Dear Repressed Test Subjects,
It has not escaped the notice of this intrepid entrepreneur that the two of you have been ignoring an increasing amount of unresolved tension since the kiss-that-shall-not-be-spoken-of after Harry’s birthday party.
In these hard, lonely times, Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes is proud to present a new line of adult joke items, dedicated to returning the fun to romance and its intimate moments. I thought I’d start off with something harmless. Have at it, you crazy kids.
George
“I’m going to kill him,” Percy repeated.
“Not if I get to him first.” Hermione slammed the book shut.
“We can kill him together,” Percy suggested.
After a moment’s deliberation, a small smile graced Hermione’s face. “Yes, we could. Between the two of us, we can make him suffer a lot more.” She finally wrenched her eyes away from the book and found herself almost nose to nose with him. Her breath stalled in her throat. “You know, your brother might be a wanker, but he’s not entirely wrong about the...er.…”
“The kiss?” Percy asked, his expression indecipherable.
Hermione’s mouth suddenly felt rather dry. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “Yeah, that one,” she whispered distractedly as her eyes swept along the soft line of his mouth. Impulsively, she reached for him and pulled his head down. Their lips met in a soft, wet kiss, and Percy didn’t make any attempt to pull away from her. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer.
As the kiss deepened, he pulled them back to the floor. Emboldened, Hermione’s tongue slipped into his mouth where it was met in a playful duel. Heat unfurled inside her stomach, flushing her entire body with arousal. Her hands eagerly tore at his robes. With a swift move, Percy rolled them until he lay half on top of her. His mouth trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Hermione shivered pleasantly as her hands fisted in his hair. “Damn it,” she muttered.
Percy looked up at her. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Though his eyes were dark with arousal, he looked at her with mild concern. Hermione took in his tousled hair and the glasses that rested askew on the bridge of his nose. He looked good enough to eat. “Nothing really. I just want to be clear that, just because George was right about all that unresolved tension, doesn’t mean he gets off the hook.”
Percy smirked. “Definitely not,” he said and leaned over to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. Hermione finally succeed in pulling his robes off him. Her hands slipped beneath his shirt and roamed over his warm skin, and she pulled him closer. A small gasp escaped her when Percy nibbled on the tender skin of her throat. Her head fell back, and her eyes closed as she surrendered to the sensations his lips and tongue evoked.
His long fingers slipped beneath her shirt and as he pulled it up, he peppered her stomach with kisses. Her hands once again in his hair, Hermione encouraged him with soft moans. Her breathing became heavy, and her skin tingled where he touched her. When his lips closed around one of her nipples, she arched her back in wanton bliss. His hands were restless as they skimmed her sides, and Hermione wriggled her hips, eager to be divested of her trousers. Happy to oblige, he quickly unfastened the buttons and, pulling back, he tugged the rough denim off her legs, taking her shoes and socks with it.
Clothed only in her underwear, Hermione sat up and pushed him backwards. Her mouth drew him into a feverish kiss as she slanted her lips against his, her entire body hot and wet and wanting. She pushed his arms up in order to wrestle his shirt off him, and a wicked smile blossomed on her face when her fingertips brushed the handcuffs. With a quick push, she stretched his arm above his head and looped the empty link around the table leg.
Startled, Percy’s eyes snapped open. “Oh no, you don’t.”
Hermione straddled his waist and smirked. “I already did.”
“You are so going to pay for this, you wicked wench,” he growled, but the twinkle in his eyes let her know that he was amused rather than angry.
“I’m looking forward to it.” Hermione found her wand among her discarded clothes, and with a casual movement and a whispered incantation, Percy was naked beneath her. Scooting onto his thighs she gave him a salacious smile and bent over his hard cock where she bestowed a kiss on the tip. Percy clenched his teeth, and let his head fall back hard enough to make an audible thump. “Fuck,” he cursed softly. Hermione ran her tongue over the tip, while her fingertips gently glided along the shaft. Only when Percy’s hips bucked beneath her touch and his expletives became incoherent, did she lift herself above him and guided his cock inside of her.
It took her a moment to adjust to his size, but her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her muscles clenched around him. She slowly began to move, blissfully overcome with the friction between them and the building pressure inside her abdomen. She heard Percy strain against the handcuffs, dragging the heavy table across the floor as he arched up to meet her thrusts. His free hand clenched around her thigh, and she heard his ragged pants.
Following the demands of her own body, she increased the rhythm, taking him harder. As she leaned forward, her hands trailed along his chest and came to rest flat against the floor, beside his shoulders. Hungrily, she kissed his mouth, her teeth catching his bottom lip. She felt something inside herself coiling tighter and tighter until she thought she would burst, and then Percy’s hand drifted between their bodies, and his thumb brushed against her clit.
With a soft cry, Hermione shattered. Her fingernails raked across the floor, and she pressed her forehead against his chest as waves and waves of pleasure swept over her. Dimly, she felt Percy stiffen beneath her, his hips coming off the floor.
Applause broke out.
With a yelp, Hermione snapped upright, her eyes wide. She frantically looked around the room, but when her startled gaze met Percy’s equally panic-stricken look, she realized that the sound originated from the handcuffs. The fur covering changed colour from red to pink, and with a quiet click, the handcuffs came undone.
The Applause cut off as abruptly as it had started. Deafening silence spread throughout the flat as both of them stared at the offending toy.
Finally, Percy picked them up and flung them into the corner. “I’m going to KILL George,” he said.