springsmutfairy (springsmutfairy) wrote in hp_springsmut, @ 2009-03-26 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, george/angelina, het, percy/katie |
Happy Springsmut, purelush!
Author: lady_green_bat
Recipient: purelush
Title: What a Good Girl Wants
Rating: Hard R
Pairings: Katie/Percy; Angelina/George; minor Katie/Marcus, Katie/Oliver
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended
Summary: Spectacularly-single girl 'Aunt' Katie Bell may have an easy time with all the Weasley kids, but who is going to treat this supposed angel like the woman she really is?
Warnings: Het, boobsex, spanking, next gen characters
Word Count: ~5000
Author's Notes: I hope you don't mind the inclusion of these other couples but the kind of just jumped out at me. Also this is a different kind of Katie for me but hopefully it works for you purelush!
"So you see Lucy," Katie smiled widely at the pudgy little bundle seated across from her on George and Angelina's bright green carpet then looked up encouragingly at said bundle's tiny older sister standing quietly by the garish sofa, "if I take away two balls—ah--snitches. . ." The brunette hid two of the five plush yellow balls behind her back. "If I take away two snitches then we're left with—"
"Three. . .?" Molly's answer was quick but unsure, one small hand twisting the end of the thick red plait that hung over her shoulder while white teeth bit into her lower lip.
"That's correct Molly!" Katie bobbed her head, reaching forward to tickle a sleepy two year old Lucy under her chin which resulted in a happy shriek. "Your sister is so smart Lucy! Yes she is!" The toddler clapped her hands happily at this apparent news, squealing as their substitute babysitter lifted her up to play an impromptu game of airplane. For her part, Katie was trying not to notice Molly's shy slow grin, how her chipmunk cheeks pinked considerably at such faint praise. The five year old was rather different than her older cousins, reserved like Dominique and Albus but much more withdrawn—not just natural childhood shyness but an introspection. The last year had been incredibly difficult on the Weasley clan, and while it was nice to imagine that Lucy was too young to remember Molly undoubtedly knew what upheaval had struck her young life and who was missing from it.
The clock chimed seven and Ms. Bell sighed a little impatiently; she placed Lucy back down to immediately begin pawing at the plush balls, and walked over to button up Molly's brown tweed coat, tucking the red scarf in with gentle prodding and ending with a kiss to the little girl's pert nose. When she had agreed to watch the two mites for Roxanne—after only dropping by in the guise of returning a few novels belonging to Angelina—it was with the understanding that Percy would be picking his daughters up at half five; Katie had her owns plans that evening and certainly wasn't going out in a lazy day t-shirt and faded running slacks. As it was she would have less than an hour to prepare for her night out, enough time of course but no woman liked to rush, and she had received no Owl from said late father stating when he would be claiming his children.
"Molly, would you like to hear a story about a Cackling Stu—"
There was a loud crack from the front hall that sent Lucy into a flurry of frightened tears and as she swept the crying toddler into her comforting arms Katie could hear Percy fumbling with his overstuffed briefcase intolerantly, dropping it on the hardwood floor. It must have been an entirely bad day at the Ministry. Katie cooed gently to the bundle in her arms as Percy called out apologies to his niece, surprised at how instead of racing out to her Daddy Molly left her perch by the sofa and quietly came to stick herself against Katie's leg. Katie breathed in, not knowing how to take that, but simply adjusted the now drooling Lucy on her shoulder and rested a hand on Molly's head.
"Everything's fine Percy! We're in here!"
There was a clatter and Katie chuckled, thinking Percy had tripped over his own feet, but held back her laughter as the flushed-faced Weasley walked stiffly into the living room. He was very tall, his ginger curls close to scraping the doorway arch, and his dark dishevelled robes would have made him imposing if not for the glasses resting slightly crooked on his sharp nose and the freckles crossing his red cheeks. He clashed horribly with what was obviously a room designed by George and looked uncomfortable as he watched Katie holding his daughters. She didn't take it personally, knowing that Percy had cause to be uncomfortable with women where Molly and Lucy were concerned.
"Where's Roxanne?"
Katie rolled her eyes and handed over his baby, cognizant of Molly's small hand on her elbow.
"Date."
While Angelina and George were on their well deserved vacation Katie had volunteered to keep an eye on their rambunctious offspring in between their nights at Shell Cottage and days at the Burrow. Roxanne however had been in a tizzy when Katie appeared, barely understandable as she explained the importance of being asked out by Timothy Bletchely and the need for immediate fashion advice; after reassurances that her curfew would be taken seriously the thirteen year old went gleefully on her way and Katie sat down for several rounds of one-sided conversation and pat-a-cake. Percy's lips tightened and as he shook his head Katie knew some sort of fatherly lecture on responsibility was coming and she just didn't have the time. "Speaking of, I need to get ready for mine." She ruffled Molly's hair and winked at Percy who was looking decidedly more uncomfortable at that news than any grown man should.
Katie picked up her jacket and headed for the door. "Now go get those two to bed. Molly already had a snack and Lucy had her bottle an hour ago. And don't be hard on my Goddaughter," the brunette chuckled. "She could have left the girls with Fred and then you'd really have something to complain about!"