Percy Weasley in the Minister of Magic's Office with a Broom Polishing Kit Title: The Fine Art of Broom Polishing Author:lee_west Character: Percy Weasley Location: Minister of Magic's Office Object: Broom Polishing Kit Other Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Oliver Wood Rating: NC-17 Warning(s): None Word Count: ~2,200 Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction set in the Harry Potter universe – all recognisable characters and settings are the property of J. K. Rowling and her associates. No copyright infringement is intended. No profit is made from this work. Author's Notes: Thank you, L&L, for your help with this fic.
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Percy woke up startled from a restless sleep and picked up the alarm clock, squinting at it. Finally realizing why he couldn't see well, he groped for his glasses and focused on the time: still 3 a.m. Way too early to be up. He turned around and covered his head with the blanket and slept again. For another hour. And then for another one.
He finally got up at six, still one hour earlier than the alarm clock. But he couldn't sleep, so terrified he was of oversleeping on his first day in his new position. All right, a temporary position, but still the most important one he'd held since the end of the war. His family had forgiven him, but the rest of the Ministry employees hadn't been so magnanimous. Unfortunately for him, he was still remembered as 'Umbridge's pup' and, because of that, had been passed over for the best jobs. No head of department wanted him as an assistant.
But Minister Shacklebolt's private assistant had gone on maternity leave and Percy had been offered the substitute position. He took it immediately, knowing that the idea had probably come from Kingsley himself. The new Minister was a friend of his family, and Kingsley had actually apologized for not offering the position to Percy from the start, but his current assistant had the right of first refusal for the job. Percy had understood, although the fact that the Minister himself would gladly have hired him didn't do much to compensate for the fact that he, in fact, hadn't.
And this was the reason that Percy had slept so fretfully. He had to do a very good job. There was always a small chance that Kingsley's assistant might not want to come back to work after delivery, and that could be Percy's chance to show that, old allegiances apart, he was a loyal and very efficient employee.
He showered and dressed quickly in his best work robes and, after eating a simple breakfast of toast and tea, Flooed into the Ministry. It was still too early, but Percy walked purposefully to the Minister's office. He wanted to have a head start on the duties for the day. He was also looking forward to interacting with the new Minister – Kingsley went to the Burrow occasionally for some of Molly's famous meatballs, but Percy, although he had made peace with his family, only went there for the strictly-family Sunday dinners.
He had, of course, seen all that Shacklebolt had done in the first few months of his government, but he wanted to know the man, what made him do all he did, what gave him energy and strength to go on. It was not a secret that Shacklebolt worked very long hours, but Percy had no idea what he did, for instance, for relaxation. It was not only a matter of curiosity: Percy still had high hopes of achieving the top position in wizarding society and he wanted to study the makings of a great public man, so he could emulate him when his time came.
Kingsley wasn't in yet when Percy arrived at the office, but there was already a pile of correspondence on the secretary's desk. Percy primly folded the sleeves of his robes and sat down at his desk, his hand quietly caressing the wood of the furniture. He wanted that job, and not as a temporary position. That was supposed to be his desk.
But it wasn't, so he sighed and proceeded to open the post, sorting the correspondence into neat piles of parchment. There were official memos from various departments, foreign letters, petitions ranging from request for funds for infrastructure projects to cries for help with individual financial problems. He put them then in order of priority within their piles and decided he needed a cup of tea. He pushed his chair back and stood up – and almost tripped on a big box that was leaning against his desk.
It was large and heavy – and addressed to Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt. Curious, Percy read the return address: the package came from Quality Quidditch Supplies. Percy wrinkled his nose, as he couldn't understand all the fuss about Quidditch. It seemed, however, that he had just found out at least one of the things that his new boss did for relaxation. Whatever that big box contained, it was definitely not work-related.
He was wondering about the protocol about packages: did one open it for the Minister, or should he just leave the package like that? If he opened it, would that be considered a faux-pas as an intrusion of the Minister's privacy? Or would it look like he wasn't doing a proper job if he left it unopened? As he was fretting about what to do, the door opened and Kingsley walked in. He seemed momentarily surprised to see Percy there – he'd probably forgotten that his assistant had just started her maternity leave – but did a quick about-face. With a warm smile, he offered Percy his hand, "Welcome to your new job, Percy. I appreciate your accepting the task."
Percy was still holding the big box, so he put it on the desk before turning back to Kingsley and shaking his hand. "I'm really honored to work with you, sir," he said, feeling much more nervous than he should be. After all, he knew he was a very competent worker and he was sure he would be able to fulfill his duties flawlessly. "I sorted your post," he said, pointing at the piles on the desk.
"Perfect," Kingsley said and, then, looking at the package, he smiled. "Is this the package from Quality Quidditch Supplies?"
"Yes, sir," Percy answered, "I wasn't sure if I should open it for you or not."
"That's not a problem," Kingsley answered, taking the package from Percy's hands and walking to his office. "I can do it later. Do you want to bring in the post so we can go over it?"
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They worked until late that day, and, when Percy left, the box was still lying unopened on Kingsley's desk. And it was there when he returned the following morning. He was itching to know what was inside, but it was obvious that it wasn't one of Minister Shacklebolt's priorities.
Finally, at the end of the week, Kingsley called it a day promptly at five p.m. It was Friday, after all, and they had put in a lot of overtime in the past days. As Percy was collecting the parchments, he saw that Kingsley was reaching for the box. Curious, Percy took his time to put his papers in order, while he waited for Kingsley to open the package.
He wasn't disappointed. With the eagerness of a young boy opening a Christmas gift, Kingsley untied the package and, with a pleased voice, said, "Nice! Just what I was looking for."
Percy took that as a cue to turn around ostensibly and see what the package contained. It was pure curiosity, as Percy didn't believe that anything from Quality Quidditch Supplies could be that interesting. But Kingsley was inviting him to look at the contents, so he approached the Minister's desk with a polite smile on his face.
It was a broom cleaning kit. Of all the things sold at Quality Quidditch Supplies, that was probably the least interesting of all, and he had to make a huge effort to keep the smile on his face. "It's...nice, Minister," he managed to say.
"It is indeed. The best," Kingsley answered, rushing to his cabinet and bringing out his broom. It was the biggest broom that Percy had seen, fit for the tall and strong man. As Percy stood there, parchments in hand and just staring at the broom, Kingsley opened the kit and, unceremoniously, sat on the floor, still in his work clothes. It was a good thing that the Ministry had declared Fridays casual days, so he wasn't wearing one of his nice bespoke suits. In his jeans and t-shirt, he looked like another Quidditch fan. Or Muggle football, which apparently he liked a lot, too, having picked up the sport while working for the "other" Minister.
Kingsley placed his broom between his half-crossed legs and opened the kit. He brought a can of polish and, with a soft touch that bordered on reverence, started spreading it all over the broom. He was completely absorbed in his task, apparently forgetting that Percy was also there.
Percy felt he had to leave – it was as if he was intruding in a very private moment. He had no idea that Minister Shacklebolt was such a Quidditch fan, or so attached to his broom. He turned around slightly, but then something caught his eye. Kingsley's hand was now greasy and he was almost lovingly caressing the length of the broom. He ran his hand over the tip, almost fisting it and then letting his hand glide to the other side.
That made Percy stare shamelessly. The gesture reminded him clearly of the many hand jobs he'd got from his old mate Oliver Wood in the shower or in their dorm during his sixth year. Furtive trysts, quick action between two boys, needed sexual relief before Percy went out to meet his still virgin girlfriend.
Even after Penny lost her virginity to him, Percy still enjoyed sex with Oliver and, when she suddenly broke up with him, he simply moved onto Oliver's bed until the end of the term. After school was out, he'd dated witches off and on, but he felt he was missing something. Looking at Kingsley's able hands, Percy understood what it was. He needed a strong, male hand on him.
An able hand. Like Shacklebolt's, who seemed to know what he was doing quite well. Which was quite possible, actually. There were rumors that the Minister also liked both men and women and was still single because he couldn't decide which gender he liked best.
Feeling that he was starting to become too interested in the broom polishing action in front of him, Percy mumbled a "good night" and left as quickly as he could.
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It was a hard weekend for Percy. He couldn't concentrate on anything and, just to make things worse, his siblings decided to play Quidditch after Sunday dinner and Percy was forced to sit outside with his parents, seeing a lot of brooms zooming in the air and being reminded of a very thick broom and strong hands making love to it.
He arrived early at the office on Monday and, when he went into Kingsley's room, he saw a note saying that the Minister would be a little late that morning. It was leaning against the open broom cleaning kit.
The sheer sight of the kit made Percy relive the scene he'd witnessed on Friday and, feeling a strange shiver, he decided to start working immediately, to take his mind off the kit beckoning to him shamelessly. He turned his back to it and sorted the notes that Kingsley had sent to him by owl, but, try as he might, he felt this force turning him back towards the kit.
Finally, not able to resist any longer, he took the kit off the table and sat down on the floor like Kingsley had done. He pulled his robes up to his waist and his pants down and, greasing his hands with the polish, took his hard cock in his hand and emulated Kingsley's movements of the Friday before.
He didn't care that his cock was now a shade of mahogany and his clothes were stained: a little cleaning charm would take care of that. All he had to do was finish quickly, before Minister Shacklebolt arrived. He pumped a little faster, his eyes closed and picturing Kingsley's strong hands instead of his own, and he came with a strangled cry just as the door opened and Kingsley walked in. Percy didn't see him, but heard the surprised gasp.
Eyes open wide, his mouth like a fish's, Percy looked at his soon-to-be ex-boss. With his hand still fisting his cock, he bade goodbye to any chances of keeping the job permanently.
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Percy directed the last of his belongings into the big box, managing to Banish it just as Kingsley's assistant arrived, still a little thick around the waist, to reclaim her job. He greeted her happily and asked about her baby girl, trying hard to look interested when she produced an album of photos of a little thing swaddled in pink.
He helped her get her personal belongings on her desk and took a last look around. He was leaving the job without any regrets. It had been a very good experience being Kingsley's personal assistant for those three months, but, truth be told, neither he nor Kingsley had managed to do much work during that time. Although Percy would definitely miss taking dictation sitting naked on his boss's lap.
Good times, but, as people said, all things must come to an end. But, again, Percy had no regrets, not even having quit the Ministry altogether. Now that he was moving in with Shacklebolt, they had decided it wasn't proper for him to work at the same place where his lover was the big boss. He didn't mind – from now on he planned to spend his time perfecting the fine art of broom polishing.