Disclaimer: I don't own anything affiliated with Harry Potter. JKR does.

Warning: slash, one-sided chan-ish thoughts

Arthur Weasley considered himself a good husband and a good father. And he most certainly was. He was devoted to his wife and seven children, and even sort of adopted his youngest son's best friend as a son. So why was he having these thoughts? He would lay awake at night, trying to get these impure and most definitely improper thoughts out of his mind. But they refused to go away.

Merlin why did the boy have to be so damn tempting? And why did he have to be such a perverted bastard and actually notice? He sighed as he sat underneath an old apple tree. It had been there since he was a very small boy, maybe three or four. It was well out of sight of the house and further than his children went so he was safe. He put his head in his hands, wondering why he was so cursed. Why did it have to be his son's best friend? Why couldn't it be some 20-something secretary with curves in all the right places. Now that, Arthur might've understood. But not his lusting after him. Who is he? Why it's none other than the boy savior of the wizarding world. Harry James Potter.

All Arthur could think about were those tousled ebony locks, those Avada Kedavra green eyes, and those cherry lips that always seemed to pout. Damn it should be illegal to have lips like that. Lips he just wanted to crush against his own. And oh, that perfect lightly-tanned skin. Great Godric how he just wanted to kiss every inch of that skin while he ran his hands all along it, worshipping every inch.

I am such a bloody pervert, Arthur moaned in despair. And how was he supposed to hide how he felt with Harry coming over tomorrow with his son Ron and their other best friend Hermione after defeating Moldy Shorts once and for all? He would not survive tomorrow, he just knew it. The higher powers had it in for him. He was going to make an arse of himself.

He looked out at the sun setting just below the treetops and got up, slowly walking towards home. If anyone were to see him, they'd think he was heading towards the gallows.

AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP AWHP

When he made it home he quietly ate dinner, listening to the happy chatter of his wife and other six children as they anticipated tomorrow's festivities. He was lost in his gloomy thoughts as he left the table and climbed up the stairs to take a bath and head off to bed. And later while he lay awake with Molly sleeping peacefully beside him after wishing him pleasant dreams, he kept thinking about Harry.

What he wouldn't give to have just one night with him. Just one little night that Molly would never find out about. And then maybe he could find peace. He rolled away from Molly, curling into a ball with the covers pulled up to his chin. Oh yes Arthur you're such a Gryffindor, he thought sarcastically. Oh dear Merlin, Snape was starting to rub off on him. Or maybe it was because he just knew he'd never get a chance with his son's best friend. Well, everyone had their dirty little secrets.

Think I should do a part 2 where Harry and Arthur get together?

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