A/N: I found this pairing quite by accident and thought... hmm kinky. I also couldn't help but notice that it's nearly untapped. I like the idea of a ship that I can get into on the ground floor so to speak.

It was wrong. Arthur couldn't understand why he was looking at his future daughter in law with such longing. He hated that he suddenly found her so attractive. She had gone back to school after the war unlike Harry and Ron, who chose to begin their careers as aurors immediately. He hadn't seen the girl in almost a year and the changes to her appearance were not drastic by any means but, she had grown up considerably, and Arthur knew that he wasn't the only man who had taken notice.

So why then was his youngest son ignoring her? He was flirting shamelessly with practically every other female in the room leaving his girl completely unattended and at the mercy of every predatory male present. Celebrating the fall of the darkest wizard had not been his idea, not so soon after the loss of so many including his son, but as a ministry employee he was forced to attend. At least now he would be in good company he decided as approached the lovely young witch that stirred passions within him that had been dormant.

"Hello Hermione," he greeted.

"Hello Mr. Weasley, it's so good to see you." She smiled pleasantly glad that she was no longer alone.

"Arthur" the older man insisted, "you're to be my daughter in-law. You should start using my given name."

"Alright Arthur," she tentatively "but I'm not sure if Mrs. Weasley will agree."

"She'll come around," he said hastily wanting to change the subject. His wife was the last person he wanted to discuss with the object of lust.

"Would you like something to drink?" he gestured towards the refreshment table. "I could get us some punch."

"I need some fresh air, I think." She sighed loudly and pretended not to notice her boyfriend making a spectacle of himself with a French witch that was a cousin of Fleur.

"I could bring the drinks outside." He offered, hoping that she would say yes.

"That would be lovely, thank you Arthur." He was relieved that she was not trying to ditch him. She was obviously trying to get away from his foolish son.

Hermione was grateful that the court yard was devoid of any couples looking for a place to snog. The night was still young and the revelers had not consumed enough alcohol to loosen up their inhibitions. Arthur returned with the punch and she was glad that this was an adult the party. The punch was prepared with liberal of amounts of some alcoholic beverage Hermione was certain she had never tasted. There were still so many new things in this world she had yet to discover. Too bad her feelings about Ron's deplorable behavior did not really allow her to enjoy it.

Arthur understood that the silence between them was not a slight on her part. There was something definitely wrong with the relationship between this young woman and his youngest son. He and his wife had loved this girl since they met her and he had to help. He knew that there would probably be no future marriage between Ron and Hermione no matter how much Molly wanted it to be so. His guilt took an even deeper plunge about not feeling so badly about that. He was lusting after a girl more than thirty years his junior, made worse by the fact that she was his son's girl. If that were no longer the case he wouldn't have to feel so guilty.

If Ron and Hermione broke up, would he pursue her? Any relationship between them would have to be kept secret. He did not know for sure if he could do that to her or his wife. The endless barrage of questions infiltrated his mind, he wanted her badly enough to at least think about it. His thoughts were interrupted by her sobs. She must know that it was all coming to end. He would be here for her. It was the least he could do.

"Do you want to talk about it dear?" he asked gently. In response he got louder sobs.

"Come," he guided her towards an empty classroom, glad the celebrations were being held at Hogwarts. "We can talk privately in here."

He locked the door and placed a simple notice-me-not spell on it. No need to arouse suspicions by using strong complicated wards. He pulled her towards him and let her cry on his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned close to his body. When the tears subsided she pulled away slowly and thanked him.

"Are you alright." He asked as he wiped a tear from her cheek.

"It's over," she said meekly. "It's been over for weeks I just hadn't accepted the reality of it until tonight."

"I'm sorry to say that my son can be awfully insensitive." Arthur said apologetically.

His thumb was still caressing her cheek, even though there weren't any more tears. He looked into her eyes, mesmerized. "He is such a fool."

Hermione want to scream, pull away, or do something but when Arthur leaned in and kissed her the only thing she was capable of doing was moaning into his mouth. He kissed her gently at first. As his passion mounted, goaded by the sounds she was making, he suckled on her plump lower lip. He delved into her sweet mouth tasting the delight that was Hermione. He knew that if he didn't stop soon he would lose control of his raging libido. He had not felt so aroused in a very long time. He loved his wife but what they shared now was a comfortable kind of love. Over thirty years of marriage had made their love making routine. This was so different. He craved it. Something deep and primeval within him longed to possess her.

That final thought in his mind brought him to a complete halt. He could not deny that he lusting after this woman but what his traitorous mind was proposing seemed too much like rape. He was not that kind of man.

Arthur pulled away from her body. "I'm sorry Hermione," was uttered before his hasty retreat. Left behind was a frustrated and curious Hermione.

Not sure if it should end here or if I should let them consumate their lust. Tell me what you think.