wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2010-02-27 23:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2010, katie, percy |
Special Delivery for purelush
Title: Daydreams About Night Things
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Recipient's LJ name: purelush
Pairing(s): Percy Weasley/Katie Bell, Percy Weasley/Millicent Bulstrode, Kingsley Shacklebolt/Katie Bell, Dean Thomas/Katie Bell
Rating: NC-17
Summary: After the war, Percy Weasley is trudging along, but nothing is as it was before. Then someone new gets a job in the Department of Magical Games and Sports and even his dreams no longer are his own.
Word Count: 6,647
Warnings/Content: Fantasy sex, voyeurism (sort of, but not really—gosh, this is harder to explain than I thought without giving too much away), desk sex,
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me—except Charlie—I claim him, cause he's beautiful.
Author's notes: My darling purelush, the one problem I had with your sign up—too many freaking good pairings to choose only one. I did a good bit of flailing at the mod about this, "And how am I just supposed to choose one of these? Huh?" My ultimate decision was not to. You asked for nothing too kinky and a work place crush, as well as a realistic vision of what day-to-day life might be like after the war. I hope I've given them to you, honey. This was certainly a pleasure to write for you!
No one had to tell Percy Weasley that sharing a corridor at the Ministry for Magic with the Department of Magical Games and Sports was punishment for one of his many life transgressions. But, he was not sure he'd done anything bad enough to merit a punishment so severe as all this.
He rubbed the back of his head, which had just taken a hit from a Bludger, as he attempted to get himself up off the floor, and failing, lay back once more. That was the third time that morning he'd suffered a Quidditch injury (and he'd never even played the damned sport—not even a match in the back garden with his brothers). This was, however, the first time he'd found himself knocked completely unconscious. Sure the Department of Magical Games and Sports was the correct department to deal with rogue Bludgers, but he wasn't a part of that department. Percy was just an innocent bystander working at his desk down the corridor where he was manning the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts these days since his father's recent retirement (and boy wasn't that just salt in a large, gaping wound). So, it was bad enough that a hexed toaster-do-hickey-gizmo-whatever-the-hel
A very pretty girl with brown hair came rushing into his office, arms flailing: "Oh. My. God. I am soooo sorry! The first task I'm assigned for my new job and I let the Bludger get away from me. Oh, God, are you hurt?" She grabbed his arm and began tugging so that he either got up off the floor or let her pull his arm from its socket. Percy thought she actually looked familiar, though it was hard to tell because he couldn't find his glasses and the stars before his eyes were making it hard to focus.
"It's not as though this is the first time I have been injured in the line of duty… so to speak... in fact, it is not even the first time it has happened this morning. Though I must confess, that one did smart a good bit." Percy rubbed the back of his head, where a large knot was fast raising.
"Oh goodness," the girl said. "It looks like you broke your glasses when you fell. Thankfully, they're not so bad." She drew her wand and repaired them, then placed them back on his face. "There that's all better, isn't it?" she asked hopefully.
Easy for her to say. She wasn't the one who'd had her skull bashed in. "Do I know you? You look so familiar," Percy replied.
The girl smiled, seeming to believe that as long as they were talking civilly, she might still be allowed to keep her job. As if he could get her fired anyway—he worked in this low position for a reason, which was a bitter pill to swallow when you had previously been the Junior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic, but the Wizarding community was still not exactly ready to forgive him his transgressions, or if the community was, the new Minister certainly was not. He suspected he'd gotten to keep a job at the Ministry at all simply out of the respect that Minister Shacklebolt had for his father. Grind the salt into the wound a little deeper there. The only reason the Department of Magical Games and Sports was now on the same level as the Department for the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts was because there had been these types of accidents before and when the last rogue Bludger had knocked the newly elected Minister flat on his arse, the decision had been made to move the Department down from its previous position at Level 7, to Level 2 where the Aurors might better keep things under control. Percy might have been tempted to point out that being a former Auror himself, Minister Shacklebolt should have been able to handle a few rogue Bludgers himself, but he valued his job, and thus, kept his mouth closed.
"I was a couple years behind you in school." She held out a hand for him to shake in introduction. "Katie Bell."
"Gryffindor, right?" Percy asked, rubbing the lump on the back of his head.
"Thanks for noticing," Katie said sarcastically. "Boy, did I ever have a crush on your brother." Katie looked sort of dreamy—or maybe, Percy thought, it was still the effects of the blow to his head.
"To which of my brothers might you be referring?" Percy asked. "There are several to choose from."
"Charlie," she said with a sigh. "He was just the dreamiest."
Percy reached over and felt the back of Katie's head for a lump that wasn't there. She promptly smacked his hand away. "Sorry, just thought the Bludger might have got you first."
"Ha, ha. Very funny. I remember being a first year and thinking your brother hung the moon. He was just so handsome. And that smile. Oh Merlin, that smile of his."
Percy thought maybe the poor girl really had suffered a few Quidditch injuries in her day, and a few Bludgers to the head had done some permanent damage. But then, he never understood women and their fascination with his brother, Charlie.
Katie started towards the door of his office. "Well, it was nice to see you again, Mr. Weasley."
"Percy. Call me Percy, please."
"Oh, yes, of course. Percy, then. Percy, you're not going to, um, rat me out to my boss are you? Flint's not all that forgiving about mistakes."
"My lips are sealed." He had gone a few rounds arguing with Marcus Flint, and he did not envy the girl having him for a supervisor.