A/N: I decided to dabble my toes with Percy. Poor bloke seems so uptight about bureaucracy and regulations. Audrey told me how she slowly worked to change him, at least behind closed doors. Oh, and let's add in the Standard Disclaimer about not owning Percy, Audrey or anything HP related, even if cauldron bottoms are as exciting as flobberworm paste. See inserted packet for further instructions. Please season the cast iron cauldrons before first using them. -DG

Audrey stepped into the office and glanced around. She knew going into their marriage that he was career first, family second, and somewhere down the list was passion. Sadly, she'd have to drag him into it, kicking and screaming probably. He needed corrupting and today would be the day.

She stepped between the desks and he hadn't looked up from his parchment. Ink stains on his nose and fingers weren't distracting, at least now. "Percy, my love," she whispered in his ear.

He held up a finger while he finished scribing his thoughts. He should have been in Ravenclaw.

He looked up and gave her a smile, the one that he only shared with her. "What is it, dear?"

"I can't seem to locate the requisition forms for the Auror release sheets in the office supply closet. Can you assist me?"

"Certainly, dear. I put them in there last week, I'm sure of it."

They walked silently down to the office that was converted into a supply closet. Percy stepped in first and walked right to the cabinet in question. He opened the second drawer and took out the packet of forms in the back. "Here you are. I knew I put them in there last week."

Percy looked back at his wife who was splayed out on the antique desk in the office, wearing only her heels and a smile.

"Honey, dear, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to corrupt my husband. Is it working?"

"Why would you want to do that here?"

"Because that is what corrupting my husband is all about – shagging him where everyone else will find out."

"Why are you insisting on this, here of all places? Isn't our bed at home more comfortable?"

Audrey sat up further and scooted to the edge of the desk. She looked him up and down. "Well, if this desk is regulation, it's exactly 38" tall. That means that, with your dress shoes on, you are the perfect height to shag me on this desk. There's no stretching out, no bending, nothing but sexual bliss." She opened her knees wider and leaned back further on her elbows. "Since this desk is made of oak, it can support my weight and yours. Couple that with the carpet under the desk we are assured quality for this shag."

Percy stepped up to the desk and palmed his trousers. "You sure about this?"

"I checked the regulations last week for verification and signatures. It's solid and documented."

Percy blinked and within seconds dropped his trousers and pants and plunged into his wife's waiting body. "Oh blimey, you're right. This is the perfect height."

"Shag away but keep the volume below 85 decibels. We wouldn't want anyone in the hallway to hear us."

"And if we're too loud?"

"Then I owe Emily, the department secretary, dinner from Antonio's. She said I couldn't corrupt you."

"You corrupted me the first time I laid eyes on you."