Chapter Two
"We can't keep doing this."
Percy looked up from the buttons on the front of his robe. He had done them out of order and was having to fix them. "I know."
He looked at her and wished he felt guiltier than he did.
Hermione Granger was trying to set herself right: smoothing down her robes, running her fingers through her now-gnarled hair, her lips still flush from the battery of kisses they had just experienced.
They were in her office in the Ministry, down in the basement where they kept most of the experimental laboratories. There were no real windows, of course, just the enchanted frames the Ministry used to simulate sunlight and an outside scene. Her door was bolted in spite of hardly anyone being in the building on the weekends.
"It's not like Ron's a bad person or anything-" Hermione started out, but after a sharp look from Percy she stopped.
He took a breath and shook his head. "I know. I know he's not, and I know you're not, and I'd like to think I'm not."
"You're not." Hermione nodded her head in agreement.
"I just don't know what to do... or think... or... anything." Percy pressed his lips together as he fixed his buttons and smoothed his robes down.
"I know how you feel," Hermione said glumly.
It had been going on for weeks. They had both been overworked by the Ministry, working long hours at odd times. They had started meeting up for regular coffee breaks just to make sure the other wasn't going batty.
That had turned into helping each other with their projects, learning more about what the other hoped to accomplish with their careers.
For some reason, that was what led to them snogging senselessly whenever they were alone together, today being the first time she had impatiently unbuttoned the front of his robes, running her hands over his bare chest. He had raised the stakes by burying his face into her collarbone as he pulled her robes up to grip her thighs as she perched on the edge of her desk, panting with desire as she fumbled with his buttons.
He wanted to have her. Wanted to plunge into her over and over as she gripped at him and cried out in pleasure.
But he couldn't. Wouldn't. Not with his brother's girlfriend. No matter how badly he wanted to. This was bad enough.
She turned around and bent down to pick up a shoe and Percy found himself closing his eyes and counting to ten. They may have disentangled themselves from each other, but part of him was still yearning for her attention.
He opened his eyes to see her looking at him strangely.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." Percy tried to compose himself. "You have a very nice backside."
"I do?" Hermione asked innocently. A little too innocently. She turned around again and looked over her shoulder at him.
Percy felt himself practically snap to attention. "Oh, Gods, don't do this to me."
"Do what?" Hermione asked as he watched the hem of her robes start to rise. She licked her lips and smiled at him wickedly.
"If you do that," Percy said warningly, hoping the desperation didn't come through in his voice. "I may have to do something."
"What kind of something?" Hermione asked as the hem rose higher, over her knees.
Percy felt himself shake his head and he ran his hand down the front of his robes. "Something rash."
"Rash? Sounds like a personal problem." The hem was creeping up her thighs as she giggled and Percy gave himself a squeeze.
He walked around the desk to get to her. He approached her slowly before he began to caress her, pressing into her backside, his hands gently on her hips. She groaned and her breathing became more ragged as he reached down for the hem of her robes. "Bend over the desk."
Hermione complied, keeping her eyes forward as she did so.
Percy raised her robes up and he felt his breath catch in his throat.
A tiny pair of black lace panties met his eyes, caressing a very attractive bottom.
Percy felt a surge of guilt and begged forgiveness in his mind as he sunk to his knees and hooked his fingers into the panties before pulling them to the side and burying his face in her.
She cried out and tried to squirm away, but Percy had a firm grip of her robes and pulled her into him harder.
"I'm going to make you come, you little tease," Percy growled at her and she let out a little cry of pleasure as his fingers brushed over her.
He dove in and reveled in the taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her trembling as her orgasm crested, and the sound of her cries of pleasure.
"Stay there," Percy ordered her as he got to his feet.
"I'm not sure I could move if I wanted to," Hermione breathed as she tried to regain control of her senses.
Percy yanked his robes up and approached her. "I'm not going to do it, just hold still."
He brushed the tip of his cock against her vulva gently and she groaned.
He started caressing his member, his fingers and a bit of prodding helping him to smooth her wetness over his erection.
He saw her breathing increase as he pulled on himself, one hand working furiously, the other running over her backside and the mound between her legs. He allowed himself to push one finger inside of her and he had to fight back the urge to plunge into her as she cried out and ground herself onto him.
"Oh, Gods, I'm going to-" Percy started, but then he ground out a yell between his teeth as he came, his pelvis making small involuntary thrusts forward as he shot creamy white liquid over her backside.
He reached out as he tried to catch his breath and ran his fingertips through it, over her smooth skin.
"We can't keep doing this."
