The HP universe does not belong to me.

Hermione lay naked between the sheets of her childhood bed. She closed her eyes and thought back on the kissed she had shared with Arthur the night of the ministry's victory celebration. Ron had never made her feel that way. The kiss had made her weak in the knees and had sent shivers down her spine. She allowed her hands to roam over her naked flesh while her mind pondered on what else Arthur could make her feel, given the chance.


It was Saturday night and quite at the Weasely household, Ginny had gone out with Harry. Ron had moved into George's flat months ago, leaving the two elder Weaselys free of their progeny for the evening. With little chance for interruption Arthur decided that this night was good as any to spend time in his loving wife's embrace. He loved Molly dearly. She was his wife, and the mother of his brood. That thought always made him smile. Arthur was always working to provide as best as he could, she practically raised them alone. For this and many other things he loved Molly.

Yet, he could not keep his mind off Hermione as he made love to his wife. If she felt that he was more passionate than usual, she did not comment. No matter how often he made love to his wife he could not get that stolen kiss out his head. Hermione had been so responsive. The way she moaned had sent, what felt like, was all the blood in his body rushing towards his groin. Even in the days of his youth Molly did not make him feel quite like that. He had never strayed before and the thought of doing so now weighed heavily on his conscience. He was becoming rapidly obsessed with Hermione and he knew that his lust would win if the opportunity presented itself again.


Hermione was excited to start her first day of work at the ministry. Working for the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office had not been her first choice. She understood that as a newly graduated witch she would have to work her way through the ministry. Her nerves were getting the better of her because Arthur had been appointed head of the department. On hand she was happy for him, muggles were his passion. On the other she was afraid that there would be a repeat of the kiss and possibly more.

She had spent too much time thinking about a man old enough to be father. She had practically been engaged to his youngest son. In spite of this Hermione often found herself fantasizing about what his hands would feel like on her body. She often wondered how his mouth would feel on certain parts of her anatomy. Anything further than that would cause her to blush immediately and she would make herself stop. It had been hard enough to do when she did not see him in over a month, but now she would be working in the same office as he.


Arthur had been informed that his department would be taking a new recruit. Nearly all the departments took on recruits that did not have specific career goals upon completing N.E.W.T.S. When he received the dossier for his new employee Arthur blanched.

"Something wrong Weasley?" asked the personnel manager. "I hear she's quite impressive. She requested magical creatures as her first choice but there is a rumor that she wanted to free the house elves. We can't have that now, can we?"

"No, no" Arthur replied quickly. "I believe that Miss Granger will be a good addition to this department. Muggle born you know."

"Excellent Weasley," he replied before leaving Arthur's office with a stack of folders floating behind him.

What Arthur had said to the personnel manager was true. Hermione had a strong work ethic and would make a go of it where ever she was placed, but Arthur was afraid. He would be faced with temptation on a daily basis. How was he going to be able to cope when the object of his desire would be flitting by his office every day?

Said object presented herself promptly at nine. "Good morning Mr. Weasley."

"Hermione," he replied while wondering about the efficiency of the ministry. He had only just received her dossier and she was already here.

Arthur went into a lengthy speech about the department and the rules of the office. He went on to explain that as the most junior member she would probably end up doing most of the grunt work. Neither one discussed what happened the night of the victory party. During the first weeks of Hermione's employment they had tried their best to ignore the tension between them. It almost worked.


As department head Arthur often cooperated with the MLE when there was a case of muggle baiting or the statute of secrecy was being breached. On one such night Arthur was forced to stay late until the report for a case of a wizard charming car alarms to go off simultaneously in a very populated suburb. Fortunately the culprit had been apprehended but there was still paper work that had to be completed for his department, the MLE and the Obliviator's.

Hermione who had been given the task of organizing the files was working late. Ever the over achiever she had given herself an almost impossible dead line to complete the task. Never one to shy away from hard work she set her mind to completing the task as soon as possible in the hopes that she would be given a more interesting assignment. If working late helped her achieve that goal then that was what Hermione was going to do.

That evening neither one was aware that the other was still in the office.

Arthur whistled a merry tune as walked out of his office. Happy that he finally completed the reports that would be due first thing in the morning; he didn't realize that someone else was in the department until he literally stumbled upon her. She fell to ground landing neatly on her backside.

Arthur moved quickly to help her up, "are you- Hermione what are you still doing here?"

"I was working late hoping to finish sooner," she offered feeling like an errant child being caught out after curfew.

Arthur was still holding on to her after helping her to get back up. He realized that he should have let her go but he couldn't help himself. He looked into her caramel colored eyes and he knew that the battle he'd been having with his conscience was lost. There would be nothing to stop him now. He had told Molly not to expect him home until late, and Hermione's parents most certainly already knew about her working habits. He was still frightened but he didn't stop himself from kissing her.


Hermione felt like she was in heaven. She had been dreaming about Arthur's kiss since that night and here he was again kissing her. He made her feel weak in the knees and her heart was beating so rapidly that she thought it would pound right out of her chest. She wasn't sure when his hands began caressing her sides but she didn't want him to stop. His lips moved from hers causing her to groan from the loss. He started kissing her neck and worked his way down to her collar bone.

Arthur's fingers undid the buttons of her blouse with a speed and agility that she did not believe capable of before now. His hand began caressing her lace covered mounds focusing on her twin peaks. Hermione started to feel a heat surging through her body like nothing she had ever felt before. When Arthur reached for her to kiss her again she rubbed her wantonly against his arousal. At that moment she understood that there would be no walking away for either of them this evening.

He maneuvered her over to a desk and helped sit at the edge of it. Then he proceeded to remove her blouse and bra lovingly. Hermione spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. She was grinding her heat against his erection seeking out her own pleasure. Arthur was so turned on that he had to have her now. He backed away just enough to give him room to undo the buttons on his trousers. He sighed in relief as he freed his phallus from its previous confinement.

Hermione reached down between them and touched the tip of his cock and brought the moisture to her lips. She got down on her knees and took him in her mouth. Arthur allowed her to pleasure him this way only briefly. Tonight he wanted to spend himself buried inside of what promised to be a tight cunt. He helped her up to her feet and bent her over the desk. Then, he raised her skirt up to her waist and moved the gusset of her knickers to one side. He fingered her slowly for a few minutes to ensure that she was ready for him.

After ascertaining her readiness he placed the tip of his engorged member to her entrance, and pushed in slowly. He was eager and did not want to hurt her. He pulled back and pushed back in again each time penetrating a little more. He took her moans and sighs as a sign that she was enjoying herself.

"Oh Arthur, fuck me harder." These were the first word spoken since the encounter began and they sent him spiraling out of control. Arthur began to thrust faster and harder into her heat. Hermione moaned and groaned and the sound went straight to his balls. He knew that he would not last much longer. The feel of her, so wet and tight was like heaven. He reached down between them and tweaked her clit. This earned him more delightful sounds and caused her to grip him like a vice. When she clamped her walls around him Arthur lost it. His orgasm came heatedly. He continued driving his shaft into her, shooting gobs of thick, hot semen in her eager channel. All while fondling her swollen clit. He didn't stop until he every last drop was spent and they were both weak from exhaustion.

He pulled his softening member out of her with a twinge of regret. With a wave of her wand she was clean and her clothes were put to rights. Arthur did the same for his own clothing. They didn't speak, but they didn't have to. They both knew that there was no going back and that this would definitely happen again. It was only a matter of when.

So here it is. The one shot that turned into a two shot that is now begging for more. Some feedback please.