Author: Lash_Larue
Title: Percy, Chapter One -"Getting Ahead at the Ministry"
Pairing:Percy/Umbridge
Summary:Where ambition leads - under Dolores' desk...
Warnings:Unwitting non-con; Umbridge; Unwitting forced sex
Word Count: 1265
Disclaimer: These characters belong to JK Rowling
Possible Squicks: It seems established that this thing is in fact rather squicky. It squicked me some.
Percy Weasley paused before knocking on the door before him and took a moment to straighten his tie and smooth down his hair. Dolores Umbridge was, after all, the Senior Undersecretary, and a very influential woman. He had been thrilled when he received her message asking him to drop by her office to discuss his "future prospects". He raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Come in," trilled Umbridge. Percy opened the door and entered. He walked stiffly up to her desk and executed a little bow.
"You wished to see me, Madame Umbridge?"
"Why yes, Mr. Weasley; I have noticed that you are a very capable and ambitious young man, and I like to encourage that. But before we get down to brass tacks, I wonder if you would do me a small favor?" she asked in her girlish squeak.
"Delighted to be of service, how may I help?"
"I seem to have dropped one of my rings underneath my desk," she said, as she wriggled the stubby fingers of her left hand in front of her face. "I wonder if you could do me the favor of finding it for me?"
"Of course," Percy replied stoutly, as he rounded the corner of her desk, and there he stopped. There was simply no way for him to look under her desk with her sitting there. "Excuse me, Madame Umbridge, but would you mind rolling your chair back a bit?"
"Oh, how silly of me," she tittered, and she wheeled out of the way. Percy bent and looked beneath the desk. He didn't see a ring, but he supposed it might have bounced around when it fell, and it was quite dark under there.
"Never fear, I shall track it down!" He produced his wand with a flourish, "Lumos", and with the lit wand ahead of him he crawled beneath the desk.
Behind him cruel fate moved on silent wheels.
"Now Mr. Weasley; as I'm sure you know, in order to get ahead here at the Ministry, one has to sometimes give a little."
Percy wondered what more he could give, he worked day and night as it was, and he still hadn't found the blasted ring. After scrabbling around holding his illuminated wand for quite a time, he turned at last to crawl out from under the desk and report defeat.
He found to his surprise that the way was blocked; Umbridge had pulled her chair back up to the desk.
He found to his considerable embarrassment that her robes had somehow shifted up nearly as high as her waist, and that he was faced with a pale pair of plump, dimpled knees and a vast expanse of thighs roughly the color and texture of badly-mixed biscuit dough.
"I feel that now is the time, Mr. Weasley, to discuss your position here at the Ministry." The chair rolled farther forward, and Umbridge slid forward on the seat, and soon Percy was pinned against the all-too solid front panel of her desk.
It was only when the knees began to part that Percy realized what he was expected to give a little of.
Percy whimpered. "Yes, Mr. Weasley, I hear your excitement,' trilled Umbridge, 'I'm sure you can barely believe your luck."
That was in fact the unvarnished truth.
Percy watched, pinned by the same sort of fascination that makes people gawp at auto wrecks and the like. The doughy thighs spread farther, like the gates to some horrible dungeon. Wider, until at last Percy could see…
"NOX", he screamed.
"That's the spirit Mr. Weasley dear,' cooed Umbridge, 'let's set the mood, shall we?" Umbridge muttered a spell, and the room darkened further. But not enough; not nearly enough. Percy felt the stubby fingers grab his ears in a grip of iron, and his wand flew from his hand and was lost in the shadows. A second scream forged its way up from the depths of his soul. You could scarcely blame him, but his timing could perhaps have been better. Just as his mouth opened wide to let the scream escape, Dolores pulled his face firmly into her crotch.
Percy went ahead and screamed, but it didn't make much noise. In fact… "Oh! Mr. Weasley! Such enthusiasm!" Percy struggled, but to no avail; he could scarcely breathe, much less reply. But he kept trying. "Oh!' cried Dolores, 'I suppose this must seem to you like a trip to Honeyduke's with a great sack of Galleons! Enjoy, Mr. Weasley, enjoy!"
Percy tried to think of Honeyduke's, in the desperate hope that it would take his mind off of his current situation. But try as he might, his mind was forced back to a long ago family vacation. Mr. Weasley had taken the family to the seashore, and in keeping with his fascination with all things Muggle, had forced them to endure an afternoon on the docks, watching the boats unload all of those slimy…
"Oh, OH! Mr. Weasley! Whatever you are doing, don't stop!"
Desperately, Percy thrashed his head around, trying to tear his ears off, but it was no good. There just wasn't room.
A series of sounds came from above that pulled him back to another Muggle-centric vacation, when Mr. Weasley had driven them out into the countryside, to see where bacon came from.
There seemed to be no end, no way out. and for the first time in his law-abiding life, the mind of Percy Weasley turned to the Unforgivable Curses.
He would have to kill to escape.
His hand fumbled about in the dark, desperately seeking his wand as he mentally recalled all that he knew of the Avada Kedavra. His hand searched everywhere...
"OH! MR. WEASLEY! YES, YES!"
A small corner of his mind reflected that the difference between passion and raving desperation was largely one's point of view.
He forced his mind back to the task at hand; he knew that in order for the Avada Kedavra to work, one had to truly want it to.
That was not going to be a problem.
With every fiber of his being, Percy wanted to die.
Fortunately or not, before he found his wand, a massive shudder swept through his meaty prison, and his ears were released. Percy slumped to the floor. In a moment, the chair rolled slowly back and Percy crawled, shaking, out from under the desk. He pulled himself to his feet, and turned to see Umbridge beaming at him. Her face was covered in sweat, and her hair had shaken free of its severe bun.
"Mr. Weasley, you have exceeded all expectations! I shall promote you at once! You shall be my personal assistant, a sort of Under - Under Secretary."
Percy's mouth fell open in horror, but she misread that as well.
"I see your surprise. Yes Mr. Weasley, you are indeed that fortunate!"
Fortune too, he thought, was subject to viewpoint; at least the direction of it was.
"Take the rest of the day off, Mr. Weasley. We can't be wearing you out your first day on the job now, can we?" Umbridge looked at him like he was indeed a tray of Honeyduke's best, and Percy shuddered. "Don't you worry, Mr. Weasley, there is plenty more Dolores where that came from."
"I've got to get out of here!" thought Percy desperately, and he turned to leave. A further thought stopped him, "My wand -" he began.
"Don't you worry Mr. Weasley; I'll take good care of it for you. I rather expect you'll be losing your wand in here quite often in future."