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Who: Percy Weasley and Vicky Frobisher
Where: Muggle indoor mini golf place
When: Sunday, March 15, 1998
Rating: Medium - suggesting more about Percy's sex life than you might care to know
Status: Complete in gDocs

Golf wasn’t one of Percy’s favorite pastimes. He barely considered it a sport. But he’d familiarized himself with how to play while he was working at the Ministry, because he’s heard that officials from the Minister’s office played. He thought that he could get the opportunity to meet and schmooze with them, and thus find himself in a better position in the Ministry than a secretary in the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

“I did less schmoozing and more snoozing,” Percy explained to Vicky as he was putting on his jacket, getting ready to leave. “I found myself on the course, thinking to myself, there’s so much more I could be doing than wandering after a tiny, white ball.”

That did not match the description Lee had given Vicky of mini golf, or her memories from when she played when she was fifteen. “I don’t think that’s what it is, Perce. Mini golf doesn’t have the part where you shoot the ball long distances. It’s all the short distance part. So… hopefully more enjoyable?” She bit her lip, worried now that Percy would hate it.

“All putting?” Percy made a face, imagining a golf course where all you could do was putt. Why, that would take all day?” He’d never heard of mini-golf before Vicky suggested it, so he imagined it to be like regular golf, except for a smaller course. But then he looked at Vicky’s expression and told her. “Well, if we’re going to be at it all day, there’s no better person I’d rather be with.”

Though deep in his heart, Percy was bracing himself for a long, dull day of chasing tiny white balls.

VIcky giggled and looked down, blushing slightly. As a semi--public figure, she got more than her fair share of compliments, but something about the earnestly sweet way Percy bestowed them got to her in ways that others didn’t. “Well, I don’t think it’ll be all day. Lee and Angelina did the whole thing in an evening.” At least, she thought they did the whole thing. Lee hadn’t actually said. “But let’s go see. The company will be good no matter how long it takes.”

She held out an arm to Percy. “Shall we? Lee told me where the place is.”

“One evening?” That rather confused Percy. “Golf usually isn’t played in the evening. Then again, you mentioned something about the Muggles making things glow in the dark without the use of magic, so it’s possible they played with luminescent balls at night?” Percy wondered, then told her, “Let’s see this place. Now I’m very curious.” He took her arm and disapparated away along side of her.

They appeared in Muggle London outside a big building that had very little to distinguish it from the buildings around it. For a moment Vicky was worried that she’d misremembered what Lee had told her, but the minute they stepped inside, she knew she’d gotten it right. The whole building was dark, illuminated only by the glow of the balls, clubs, and all the obstacles on the mini golf course.

“Apparently it’s some weird muggle science thing that makes everything glow.” Vicky looked out over the open floor plan at the nine holes. They were covered with fake grass and glowing obstacles, mostly little animals and the like, though the last hole included a windmill that the ball had to be shot through. Just watching the Muggles, it was easy to get the right idea.

Vicky paid with the Muggle money she’d gotten out of Gringotts before their first date, and then bounced over to where they got to pick out their clubs and balls. “Isn’t this great?”

“This is golf?” A pair of teenagers walked by and Percy noted the clubs in their hands, which sort of answered his question. When Vicky described it as glow in the dark, this was not what Percy imagined. Everything glowing was cast in an odd, neon hue and when Vicky bounced over to the counter, he noticed the white bits of her clothes was glowing, too. He then looked down at himself - whatever Muggle science this was had transfigured his white shirt as well. Percy was dubious, but followed Vicky to the counter, still gazing around. “I know where we’re taking my father for his birthday next year,” he commented in a deadpan way. “This completely trumps that cowboy restaurant that Bilius choose. Oh, the balls are different colors, too.”

“Yep!” Vicky picked up a pink one and a green one and held them up. ‘Look! It’s the same colors I turned your brother’s hair!” The glowing balls were actually a remarkably close match to the neon green and pink that she’d turned Fred and George’s hair. Sadly, the color change spell had faded, but they’d always have Lee’s picture to remember.

She set those down and picked up two more, one purple and one blue, and handed the blue one to Percy. “I really don’t want to think about your brothers every time I hit the ball.”

Percy smirked. “That might not be such a bad thing sometimes,” he said, tongue-in-cheek. “Especially after a bad day at work.” He leaned over and kissed Vicky upon the forehead to show he was joking. Mostly. Now that he realized this mini-golf wasn’t like the real one, he loosened up a bit. “So, instead of sand traps and water hazards, we have fish and gorillas. Oh, there’s a lion’s head for Gryffindor.”

“That hole is going to be amazing.” Vicky tipped up her head and kissed Percy properly, on the lips. “Shall we see how we are at this? I played once--not glow in the dark--when I was fifteen, but I was really bad at it.” She cringed at the memory. Though, no one had said anything, so maybe she hadn’t been as bad as she remembered.

The first hole had no one at it, so Vicky placed her ball on the little pad and lined up her club. She didn’t want to hit it too hard and send it flying, so she swung gently. The ball rolled about three feet. “Oops.”

“I think you’ll find, my darling, that I’m highly competitive.” Percy winced at Vicky’s first attempt. “A little bit harder, next time,” he said, giving the obvious advice. Now it was his turn. Ball in place. Perfect stance. Adjusting his stance by shifting his feet. Club lined up to the ball. Adjusting his grip. Glancing up to determine the distance of the hole while adjusting his glasses. Leaving his stance to pick a stray piece of paper wrapper somebody had neglectfully cast upon the ‘green’ (which in this place, was black). Returning to the ball and giving a practice swing. Finally, he felt ready and gave the ball a tap. The ball rolled forward toward the hole, but he soon realized the floor was not as level as he thought, so instead of going straight ahead, it listed to the left. “Merlin!” he exclaimed, forgetting momentarily that he was among Muggles. “Almost there!”

“Good job!”” Vicky walked the three feet to her ball and lined up her club again. She’d watched Percy and had a fairly good idea how hard she should swing now, but she wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to have a little fun. She bit her lip and lowered her head so she could look up at Percy through her eyelashes. “Show me how hard to swing?”

Percy leaned upon his club in a smug manner. Of course it was a good job, and he couldn’t help but smile at the complement. But next putt would be better.

What Vicky was asking him to do did not escape Percy - he knew exactly what she wanted. He glanced around them to see who was around, if anybody might be watching - nobody was. “I suppose I could be your instructor,” he said, in a sing-song voice. He set down his club and strolled over to Vicky, positioning himself behind her, his arms wrapping around to show her how to hold the club, bending over slightly at the waist so they were spooning. He was so close, that he whispered suggestively in her ear so only she could hear, “If you want instruction on every putt, then we may never finish the game.”

“But the part we do finish will be fun.” Vicky pressed her body back against Percy’s, far more interested in the way his arms wrapped around her and the way his voice was making her feel than the proper way to putt the ball. Besides, if Percy thought he was going to win because he had more skill at putting than Vicky did, well. she’d show him.

With Percy’s help, Vicky swung and sent the ball rolling almost to the hole.

“Yes!” Vicky turned in Percy’s arms, curled her fingers in his hair, and kissed him. When she pulled back, she shot him a cheeky grin. There was more than one way to be competitive. “Your turn.”

The shells of Percy’s ears blushed a bright pink with embarrassment by the public display of affection and he was visibly flustered. “That’s dirty Quidditch!” he told her in an accusatory tone, which was delivered half-heartedly, since he actually enjoyed it very much but couldn’t quite bring himself up to admitting that. “If you think you can distract me with your feminine guiles, you’re perfectly mistaken.”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Weasley?” Vicky wrapped her arms around Percy from behind and put her lips up to his ear. “I think I can.” She kissed the side of his neck and slid one hand down, stopping just short of inappropriate for a public place. “In fact, let’s make it an official challenge,” she said in her most seductive voice. “I think I can convince you to admit I can distract you before we play all nine holes. We play through them all, you win. We head back to my place before the last hole, I win.”

“Vicky!” Percy scolded, using a hushed tone of voice so as not to draw attention to themselves. While he was worried that she was going to fondle him and thus get the both of them arrested of indecent exposure, he was inwardly very pleased and very much aroused by her suggestive behavior. If there was anything that sparked Percy’s desire, one was the notion of misbehaving, and the other was delaying gratification in the face of strong temptation.

“You may be underestimating my self control,” Percy muttered, so only Vicky could hear, looking around around to make sure nobody was watching. Fortunately, it was a slow night for mini-golf, and there were only two groups ahead of them. “Are you going to be touching me the entire time? I won’t be able to putt properly, then.”

“Well, that’s the challenge, isn’t it? To see if your self--control is stronger than my ability to crack it?” She kissed the side of his neck again and stepped back. “I promise not to touch you while you’re trying to putt.” Of course, that left lots of other things she could do, so she moved into Percy’s line of sight, let her sweater slip down off one shoulder, and pulled a piece of hard candy from her purse. Slowly, she unwrapped it and pushed it into her mouth with one finger.

“Oh, you’re dirty,” Percy scolded with a small, sly smirk upon his face. “I have an idea, to raise the stakes of this game.” He strolled over to stand beside Vicky to casually fixing her sweater so that it again covered her shoulder, and to speak privately so nobody else could hear. “The loser must submit to whatever sinfully wonderful desires that the winner wants. Deal?”

“That was precisely what I intended,” Vicky said. She kissed him lightly and then gently and playfully pushed him back toward his ball. “Now putt. We can’t determine who wins if you don’t try to hit the ball.” She waited until he lined up his shot, and then let her sweater slip off her shoulder again.

Percy kept his head down, focusing only upon getting the ball in the hole, which he did with one, tight stroke. Proud of himself, he rested his club upon his shoulder and told Vicky. “I have some tricks up my sleeve as well,” he said, and he removed his glasses, effectively causing the world around him to blur into vague, undefinable shapes, including Vicky and her off the shoulder sweater.

Vicky easily knocked her ball into the hole as well, putting her just one stroke behind Percy. “How are you going to see the ball or the hole without your glasses on?” She picked both of their balls up from the little cup and skipped ahead to the next hole. “Or the scorecard?” she added, pulling out the one she’d tucked in her purse when she’d paid and noting their scores on it. “I guess you’re just going to have to trust that I’ll record them correctly.”

The scores recorded (correctly, though she wouldn’t admit that to Percy just yet), Vicky set her ball down on the little mat and held Percy’s ball out to him. “My turn to go first. You going to help?” He might not have been able to see the way she was biting her lip, but he could still hear the seductive tone in her voice, and she made great use of that. “I’d really like you wrapped around me.”

“Well, I’ll put my glasses on when I need to putt,” Percy smugly explained. The second hole was pretty straightforward, but the hole was just on the opposite side of a little bridge. The path around the bridge was blocked by cartoon statutes of woodland animals popping out of a hedge. Percy placed his glasses on to inspect the area and was about to remove them before Vicky could tempt him with a seductive pose, but then she asked for his help. Under ordinary circumstances, Percy would’ve protested that she wasn’t playing very fair, going so far as to accuse her of cheating, and then firmly refuse any help. But these were not ordinary circumstances.

After a deep, exaggerated sigh, Percy said in an even more exaggerated manner, “Oh, I suppose I could help.” He stood behind Vicky as before. “I know your game,” he told her. “It’s rather going to be a losing battle with you, but one I’m not terribly upset at losing.”

Well, that was practically admitting defeat right there. Vicky smirked as she pressed back against Percy, making sure her arse hit him just so as they leaned over the club. “I think you’re going to enjoy losing, Percy.” That would be a new experience for him, she was sure, but it would be good for him.

With Percy’s help, Vicky’s shot went almost to the hole. She turned in his arms and kissed him, heedless of the group that had just started on the first hole. "Your turn. And I'll even be nice and keep my jumper on my shoulder this time."

The way she felt against him was perfect, and caused Percy to say, “Oh, I don’t consider this a defeat, at all.” However, being aware of the group that had gathered nearby made him self conscious. As much as he enjoyed their little erotic play, he was not that much of an exhibitionist, and thus found himself unable to fully savor what Vicky was doing. “If I had known it would be like this, we could’ve saved some money and not even bothered with this golf in the first place.” He disentangled himself from Vicky’s embrace and held her hand. “You win. Let’s go back to my place.”

“My place,” Vicky corrected, slipping away from Percy just long enough to grab her ball. She took his hand again when she returned to his side. "I get to pick, remember?" She led the way to the counter, winking at the group behind them as they walked past, and turned in their clubs and balls. From the look on the attendant's face, they were far from the only couple to quit before playing all nine holes.

In the alley outside, Vicky pulled Percy in for another kiss. She was half-tempted to try apparating while they were kissing, but the dangers of splinching were too great. Reluctantly, she pulled back, took Percy's arm, and apparated them both to her flat.