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Entry tags: | 2008, nymphadora tonks, percy weasley, percy/tonks |
[FIC] What Is a Library For?: Percy/Tonks :: gift for kereia
Title: What Is a Library For?
Author:
Recipient: kereia
Pairing: Percy/Tonks
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3100
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: When Tonks and Percy are accidentally trapped in a Ministry library, they find ways to keep themselves occupied.
Tonks had always imagined the sorts of glamorous assignments that she would get straight away. Fresh out of Auror training, she'd be chasing Dark wizards through exotic locales, going undercover as a femme fatale or duelling on the top of a moving train… okay, so maybe she'd watched a few too many Muggle action films with her dad when she was a girl, but even so. Neither the Ministry nor the Order seemed anxious to let her do anything interesting at all. The only reason she'd even gotten to go along to pick Harry up from the Dursleys not long ago was because she'd begged and pleaded with Kingsley until he'd given in just to shut her up. He seemed to think that she should be grateful to be in the Order at all.
And tonight was just another in a long string of boring, pointless assignments. Guarding a bunch of books, of all things--dusty old books! They were very important books, she'd been assured, very valuable books, and so even though they were in the Ministry itself (which was locked down like a bloody fort after hours) and surrounded by a number of magical security measures, someone had still had the bright idea that some poor wet-behind-the-ears Auror should pull an all-nighter watching the damn things until they were moved to a proper exhibit in the morning.
So here she was, in the small library adjoining the Minister's own office (though of course he was long since gone home for the day, probably stuffing himself full of pudding by now), leaning against a wall and watching a stack of ancient books. She fidgeted uncomfortably, weight shifting from one clunky black boot to the other. She'd already gotten dressed down by Moody earlier in the day for having orange shoelaces. There was nothing in the dress code about shoelaces, she was sure of that. She'd studied it extensively just so that she could find every possible loophole. For example, Aurors had to wear black robes. But there was no rule about how long those robes had to be, and no rule that said you couldn't wear, for example, bright violet robes underneath said black robes…
Once it was late enough that she was certain there was no one left in the building that would come check on her, she sank into a chair and pulled out the worn paperback copy of Wands of Passion that she'd hidden in her robes and began to read. After a few minutes, she was so engrossed in a particularly steamy love scene between Tabitha Truthsayer and Artem Adipose, star-crossed lovers torn apart by House rivalries in a nineteenth century Wizarding school. She held her breath as she read about the evil Head of House Iovan Ickabod slowly making his way towards the library where the two lovers were having their secret rendezvous. As Artem pushed Tabitha against a wall of books, sliding his hand up her milky white thighs, his manhood hard and insistent against the confines of his robes, the door slowly began to creak open…
"Who goes there!"
The sudden yell made Tonks tumble from her chair in complete surprise, and she screamed in fright.
Another scream answered her, followed by a hasty, breathless, "Salvato!"
"No!" Tonks cried, trying to right herself, but her shoelaces got tangled in the leg of the chair, and by the time she got to a standing position, it was too late.
She knew that spell--it was the one to activate the extra security protocol when there was an intruder in the Ministry. If spoken in a single room such as this, it worked by sealing off the room so that no one could get in or out, and notifying the nearest Auror, who would then investigate the situation and sound the alarm if need be.
Tonks stared in disdain at her wand as it began to glow bright red. She was the nearest Auror, of course.
And standing in front of the now locked-tight door was Percy Weasley, glasses askew and an expression of terror on his face.
"Miss Tonks?" he blurted, and looked around frantically, obviously searching for something. "Where is the thief?"
"What thief?" she asked, pink eyebrows shooting up her forehead.
"I… I came in to check and make sure that everything was all right with the books and the security wards in here before I left for the day, but there was already someone here, obviously up to no good…"
"Percy," Tonks seethed, stomping up to him and shoving a finger into his scrawny chest, "I was already here. I was assigned to guard the damned things. You burst in here and frightened me half to death!"
Percy blinked in confusion for a moment, then his cheeks coloured. "So that was… you who screamed at me?"
"I didn't scream at you. I screamed because you scared the bollocks off me!"
"…oh," said Percy.
"Oh?" repeated Tonks. "Oh? That's all you have to say for yourself? Well, that's just great. Oh. I hope you don't have plans for the evening."
Percy cleared his throat. "Ah, why's that?"
"Because the security wards you brainlessly activated just locked us both in here for the night," Tonks muttered. There went her hopes of napping at some point. Now she was going to have to stay awake and make sure this bonehead didn't get her into anymore trouble.
"Locked?" Percy repeated, his voice nearly a squeak. "Well that's not a very practical spell, is it? What if you'd been a real thief? I'd just be locked in here with you and you'd probably… kill me or something!"
"Two things, Percy," Tonks snapped. "One, most people who use the spell have the good sense to stand on the other side of the doorway. And two, most of the time the Auror that it notifies isn't the one in the room already."
"Well I've never used it before," Percy admitted feebly. "Just remembered it from my orientation packet. I kind of… panicked."
"Oh, no shit." Tonks rolled her eyes. "Well, make yourself comfortable. It's going to be a long night."
*
Apparently they could only stand there staring at each other for so long, and to his credit, Percy was the one who started the small talk.
"So, um, I take it you've finished your training," he said, clearing his throat. "Since you're on guard duty now."
"Yeah," said Tonks. "I'm now doing the job of a trained rottweiler."
"Mum mentions you sometimes," he added helpfully. "Didn't you used to date Charlie?"
"If by date, you mean shagged once before he decided he was gay," Tonks said.
"…right." Percy's cheeks went slightly red again. Tonks found this strangely attractive, not that she would admit it.
"I keep getting the feeling that she wants to set me up with Bill," Tonks added, and rolled her eyes. "Which is pretty laughable, considering he's dating a veela and all. Even if I wanted to, like I could compete with that."
"But I thought you could look like whatever you wanted to. Aren't you a metamorphmagus?"
Tonks scowled. "I'm not going to make my boobs bigger and my waist smaller and my nose straighter just to make myself more desirable. If someone doesn't like me the way I am, they can shove it."
"I'd prefer you to Fleur," Percy said with a shrug. "She's too… perfect." He paused, then added quickly, "Not that I'd--you know--"
Tonks almost felt sorry for him. "Uh… thanks, I think. But somehow I didn't think neon pink hair and wrinkled robes would be your type." She eyed his perfectly pressed trousers with a lifted eyebrow.
"I don't know that I really have a type," Percy admitted, pushing his glasses up on his nose with one finger.
"Me neither," Tonks said cheerfully.
*
They played twenty questions for a while. Tonks was much better at it because she had more imagination than Percy. It was a lot harder to guess "long-beaked echidna" than "stapler," for example.
They were bored again pretty quickly.
"So what's so important about those books?" Tonks asked, jerking her head towards the stack on the table.
"They're very old," Percy said.
"…so?"
"So, very old things are very valuable. I think one of them even has some handwritten notes from Helga Hufflepuff."
"Really?" Tonks said curiously, and got up from her seated position on the floor. She wandered over to the books and opened the one on top.
"Don't do that!" Percy hissed. "You're not supposed to read them!"
"They're books," Tonks said with a shrug. "Books are for reading."
"They're… they're antiques!"
Tonks sat down in a chair with the book and began to read aloud. "A Magical-Historical Perspective on the Advancement of Wizarding Education," she began. "Chapter one." She drolled on for a few paragraphs, almost putting herself to sleep, before closing it. "I think I prefer my own reading material."
"What, this?" Percy asked, scooping up the paperback novel that Tonks had dropped on the floor earlier when she'd been startled while reading.
Tonks leapt out of her chair and tried to snatch it away from him, but he was considerably taller. He turned to a random page and read aloud while holding it up at arm's length out of her reach. "Tabitha felt her heart begin to pound as he traced a finger down her neck, twirling over the milky skin of her bosom swelling over her corset. His lips moved against her ear wordlessly, and she simply felt his hot breath, as well as the outline of his hard manhood pressing insistently against her thigh. He… he…"
Tonks was somewhat impressed that Percy actually managed to get that far before getting flustered and beginning to stutter.
"This is what you were reading?" he asked with wide eyes.
"Uh huh," she said, and leaned in, pointing at the next page. "You can keep going if you want. He's just about to push her back against the bookshelf and then push her robes up and position himself between her creamy white thighs."
Percy swallowed. "Highly inappropriate for a library," he said.
"If libraries aren't for books, what are they for?" Tonks asked, snatching the book back from him. "Oh come on, haven't you ever had sex somewhere you shouldn't have?"
His face went red again. "Absolutely not."
Tonks rolled her eyes and reached behind her to close the antique book on the table. "Maybe you ought to be the ones reading these, Percy," she said. "They seem a little more your speed." With that, she sank back down onto the floor and started reading Wands of Passion where she'd left off.
*
The library had been completely silent for nearly an hour when Percy suddenly spoke.
"I had sex in the Ravenclaw common room once."
Tonks looked up over her book, blinking in surprise as if not quite sure he'd actually spoken. "Uh… what was that?"
He repeated himself.
Tonks didn’t really know what the appropriate response to that was. "Congratulations?"
"You were the one who asked if I'd ever had sex somewhere unusual!"
"Yeah, and you lied," Tonks pointed out. "An hour ago."
"Well, it was private," Percy said. There went that blush again.
"And it's somehow now less private than it was an hour ago?"
"No," Percy admitted sheepishly, "but I'm bored and it's kind of creepy in here when it's so quiet."
Tonks smirked. "So, the Ravenclaw common room, hmm?"
"Yes," Percy admitted. "I dated Penelope Clearwater, a Ravenclaw girl, sixth and seventh year. She was kind of… adventurous. For a Ravenclaw."
"Well, I can beat a common room," Tonks said, "even at Hogwarts. I had sex in the potions dungeon."
"Astronomy tower," said Percy, obviously challenging her.
"Quidditch boys' locker room."
"Quidditch pitch."
"By the lake."
"In the lake."
"Library," they both blurted at the same time.
Tonks exploded into a fit of giggles. "Why, Percy! I wouldn't have taken you for the type!"
"I don't know that I really have a type," Percy said, obviously trying not to laugh himself, glasses hanging crookedly off of his nose.
"Me neither," Tonks said, and lunged at him.
*
Minutes later, Percy had Tonks pinned against the bookshelves on the far side of the room. She fumbled around in her robes for the paperback and pushed it into his hands. "Read," she gasped.
Percy made a small sound of frustration as he opened the book to the earmarked page, using his other hand to push off her robes and fumble with the buttons on the shirt she was wearing underneath. "…his manhood pressing insistently against her thigh," he rasped. "He reached up and with one deft movement untied the ribbon holding her corset tight, and exhaled softly as her breasts spilled out into his eager hands."
Impatient, Tonks reached behind her and unhooked her bra as Percy finished unbuttoning her shirt and pushing it off her shoulders. "Are your hands eager?" she giggled.
"Oh, bollocks to the damn book," Percy murmured and tossed it over his shoulder as he slid both arms around her and kissed her firmly. Tonks let out a small squeak of surprise, muffled by his lips, as her back hit the shelf and a couple of books tumbled to the floor at their feet.
"Hurry up," Tonks insisted as she hiked up her skirt and wiggled out of her knickers (bright purple with little pink snitches on them), hands already fumbling at the buttons on Percy's trousers.
"We're still half dressed," Percy breathed, but seemed just as impatient as his hands found her bare arse.
"Does it look like I care? Merlin, Percy, I want your prick, I don't really care about giving you the time to neatly fold your clothes so they don't get wrinkled." She'd gotten a few buttons on his shirt undone before giving up on that, but it was enough for her to lower her head and press her lips against the bare, pale skin of his chest, tongue flicking over a smattering of freckles. Meanwhile, she managed to get his trousers undone and pull out his erection, hands smoothing over it.
Percy moaned loudly, head dropping to her shoulder. His grip on her arse tightened and he lifted her. Taking the cue, she immediately wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Are you--" he rasped.
"Well up to date on my contraceptive potions," she promised, licking her lips. "Percy, please…" Merlin, but he had a nice cock, she could tell already. What was it with these Weasleys? They came from good stock, obviously.
Tonks groaned, head lolling back against the bookshelf as he pushed inside her. "Fuck, yes," she gasped, legs tightening around his waist as he thrust. She didn't even care that some book was digging into the small of her back. She tangled her hands in his hair, making small whimpering noises and watching the expression on his face in fascination. After a minute, the perspiration on his face caused his glasses to slide right down his nose, and they landed in Tonks' cleavage. She started to giggle, but a particularly deep thrust sent her moaning instead, small, incoherent pleas escaping her lips.
Tabitha and Artem have got nothing on this, she thought vaguely as she heard Percy cry out and felt the warm spill inside her. Before she could even react, she then felt herself lifted up, pulled away from the bookshelf. She kept herself wrapped around him and he carried her over to the table, right next to the assortment of very valuable books, where he plopped her down and spread her legs. He knelt and lowered his head, and after a few seconds she felt his tongue.
"Oh, merciful Merlin," she groaned, reaching out to thread her fingers in his hair, unable to keep herself from pulling a little, which he seemed to like since she heard him moaning as he licked and sucked between her legs.
Tonks had had a fair few lovers in her life, but she'd never had anyone give her head with this kind of technique. It was amazing. And it seemed to go on forever, as if he could tell each time she started to go over the edge, and pulled back just enough to leave her wanting more and more each time.
"You read about this in a book, didn't you?" she gasped after a while, and then moaned when his chuckle vibrated around her clit.
After a while, she was begging, pleading, and only then did he follow through, pushing three fingers inside her and crooking them just so as his tongue lathed over her skin. She came harder than she could remember in a very long time, and then collapsed back onto the table, head resting on the copy of A Magical-Historical Perspective on the Advancement of Wizarding Education.
*
By the time they had cleaned up the mess they'd made by getting dressed in the clothes strewn all over the library, replacing all of the fallen books, and straightening the (thankfully unharmed) books on the table, sunlight was pouring in through a crack in the drapes.
It was the Minister himself who finally opened the door, his brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at Tonks and Percy, both standing (a bit rumpled but no worse for the wear) by the table.
"I was wondering where my coffee was, Weasley," he said.
"My apologies, sir," Percy said hastily. "A bit of a misunderstanding here. I've been…"
"Helping me look after these valuable antiques," Tonks finished for him, and at a loss for what else to say, gave him a bit of a curtsy. Percy rubbed his temples wearily.
"Oh, I see. Well, then. No intruders, I take it? A dull evening, I suppose."
Percy was already striding towards the door, and Tonks caught a glimpse of a paperback book shoved in his back pocket. "It's an entire roomful of books, sir," he said. "Plenty to keep us occupied."
THE END