Author's note: I use American English spelling conventions in my writing, but I try to use British terms. In this chapter I use the British word "pants" to describe what Americans call "boxer briefs."

Peryc's flat was modern, spacious, and spotlessly clean. Pansy wouldn't have expected less. Artwork and photos were carefully arranged on the walls, and books sat in neat stacks on the coffee table.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" he asked, laying his wand on a side table.

"I'm fine, thanks." A shiver of nerves made its way through Pansy's body. She wasn't accustomed to feeling anxious, either about hookups or in general, but the man standing in front of her made her feel all kinds of conflicting emotions at once.

He must have sensed her agitation, because he stepped closer and took her hand. "Pansy, I'm sorry my sister acted like that, but please don't let it ruin a good night."

"I'm not, it's fine." She tried to act dismissive, despite the fact that her body felt strung taut as a tightrope.

He let out a small chuckle. "I kind of expected you might jump me the minute we walked through the door. You haven't, so I'm guessing you're bothered, or worried, about what Ginny said."

She wanted to be strong, to deny that Ginny had made her feel so small, but instead, she uttered, "I suppose you're right, as usual."

He sighed. "I'm sorry," he apologized again. "I understand if you want to talk about it, but… Can we do it another time, and try to forget for now that she blundered into our night? I promise you—" his eyes flashed "—that it's not going to change anything between us."

"You don't know that," she argued.

"I do. You were surrounded by people who supported Voldemort. I didn't support him, obviously, but I didn't support Harry either. Pansy, I abandoned my family in order to support the Ministry's lies. Whatever you did can't have been any worse."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he talked over her.

"And even if it was worse — or if you believe it was worse — it's clear that you're not like that anymore. You're a good person, Pansy. Especially once people get past your rough edges."

"My rough edges!" She gave him an indignant little shove in the chest, and he caught her hand and held it there, his eyes twinkling yet intense. His chest rose and fell under her palm, and his fingers were warm against the back of her hand. The atmosphere between them shifted, laden with energy like a tiger waiting to spring. "Thanks for getting past my rough edges," she breathed.

"Thanks for inviting me to." He bent and kissed her, gentle at first and then more aggressive as he pulled her into him, one hand tangled in her hair and the other kneading into her backside. Then without warning, he scooped her up, forcing her to wrap her legs around his waist, and carried her to his bedroom, where he fell back on his bed, bringing her with him.

"Is this okay?" he asked when they landed with her straddling him.

"It's more than okay," she murmured. She started undoing his shirt buttons, while he held onto her hips, fingers pressed firmly into her flesh through the thin fabric of her dress. His chest and stomach were slowly revealed to her, freckled and firm and almost completely devoid of hair. She bent to drag her lips across his exposed skin.

He tugged at the hem of her dress, and she pulled it off, leaving her sitting on him in her black lace bra and knickers.

"Godric..." he breathed, sitting up and laving his tongue across her cleavage and kissing his way up to her lips. His hands skimmed along the sides of her ribcage, but she wanted a firmer touch, on more than just the sides of her body.

"Touch me more. Please."

His hands moved over the lace of her bra, cupping her breasts, and she sighed at the sensation, squirming on top of him at his touch.

In deft movements, they stripped him of his shirt and denims, leaving him in his black pants with his erection pressing prominently into the fabric. She stroked him through the soft cotton, and he let out a hiss of pleasure and leaned forward to kiss her again. His fingers, thankfully, roamed more firmly over her body now, working their way toward her knickers. His hand, ever so slowly, slid behind her waistband, and her eyes rolled back when his fingers finally, finally rubbed against her wet slit. She dropped her head to his neck and groaned, beginning to ride his fingers.

"You like that?" he asked, pressing into her harder.

"Mm-hmm," she breathed. Gods, she might die if he kept this up. "More, please."

He tugged on her knickers, and she shimmied out of them and spread her legs wider for him as she settled back into his lap. He slipped two fingers inside her, and she moaned, riding his fingers and rubbing herself against the heel of his hand, while she nipped at his neck with her lips and teeth.

She reached down and slid her hand into his pants, relishing the feel of his velvety smooth cock as she stroked him. He groaned and removed his fingers from inside her, shifting them to rub circles over her clit, driving tingles of pleasure all the way down to her toes.

"That feels so good, Percy. So good."

"You want more?" he smiled, skittering barely there love bites along her shoulder.

She nodded into his neck, and pressed her sex harder into his fingers, seeking ever increasing pleasure from his touch. She was now gripping his back, pressing and kneading his skin while she rode his hand. Someone had taught him well; he knew how to pleasure a woman. She mumbled encouraging words into his shoulder, while he alternated his fingers inside and outside of her.

As her movements became more frantic, he whispered, "Are you going to come for me, Pansy? Are you going to come all over my hand?"

She hadn't expected prim and proper Percy to be vocal like this, and it almost tipped her over the edge. "Gods, yes, Percy, I'm almost there—" Maybe her plans to get him to shag her in the file room wouldn't be as difficult as she'd originally thought.

"Don't rush it, baby, we have all night," he purred.

That did it. She let out a wild keen as every nerve ending in her body lit up. Her orgasm washed over her in waves, each one tearing a new wail from her lips, and she gripped his shoulders with almost strangling force to ground herself. When she came back down, panting, enjoying the feel of his fingers still gently rubbing her now-fully-slick sex, he let out a gentle chuckle, his chest vibrating against her limp body. "Wow," he said, "that was intense."

"You have no idea," she muttered into his skin.

His fingers hadn't stopped their gentle movements, and he was already coaxing her toward a second orgasm. She shifted away from him and tugged at his pants. She wanted him inside her. When his pants had been tossed on the floor and he was laid back on the covers with his cock standing tall against the planes of his torso, Pansy couldn't help herself from changing course. She took him in her mouth instead, and he let out a loud sigh as soon as her lips closed around him.

While she worked on him, bobbing up and down, he tangled his fingers in her hair, gripping tight when she sucked on his tip and relaxing when she went back down.

"You can direct my movements, if you like," she said after a particularly tight pull on her hair and a strangled moan from his lips.

"No," he breathed out, "I like what you're doing."

Another time, she thought.

She pulled off shortly after and shifted back up his body, slotting herself over his erection, which was now slippery with her spit. He groaned and sank his fingers into the meat of her hips while she slowly worked herself down on him until he was fully seated within her.

"Take your bra off," he requested. As soon as it slipped from her shoulders, his hands closed in, cupping and kneading her breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Merlin, his touch was driving her wild, sending desire straight to her core, right where they were joined and he was thrusting into her.

She bent to kiss him, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and grinding against him while his hands squeezed her bum, giving him leverage to thrust into her harder. He felt incredible inside her, and she ran her fingers over the lines of his face, his neck, his shoulders, cataloging each beautiful feature of his form, filing it in her memory for future daydreams.

Sitting back up on him, she asked, "Will you touch me?" She needed external stimulation to come again.

"Of course," he breathed. His hand moved to her sex, and he shifted his other arm behind his head, looking for all the world like a fashion model laid out below her. "Are you going to come for me again, Pansy? All over my cock this time?"

"Gods, yes," she moaned, relishing his words and the feel of him nestled into her and the magic he was working on her clit.

They rocked together, and when she came close to the edge of euphoria, his hips slowed down and he focused his efforts on bringing her off with his thumb. She leaned back, her hands on his knees and her head hanging back, and she focused on the sensations he was creating with his thumb on her and his cock buried deep inside her body. He wound her up and up and up, and when she felt like she couldn't take any more, her orgasm exploded inside her, tipping her over the edge a second time. She wiggled through it, thrusting her hips down hard onto his body, trying to take him in even deeper while she shuddered under his hand.

When her spasms finally abated, and she sat there panting, tracing light circles on his stomach, he pulled out of her. He gently rolled her onto her stomach and spread her legs around his knees, sliding his fingers over her slick sex. "Are you ready for me?"

"Merlin, yes."

He slid into her easily, his arms on either side of her head, caging her in. He pumped his hips, and every time he thrust particularly deep, her toes curled in pleasure. "Harder," she urged him. "You feel so good inside me."

"God, Pansy," he choked out, obeying her and snapping his hips hard, his breath coming out in short pants above her. It was almost unbearable, in the most pleasurable of ways.

She could tell he was getting close to his own climax, but he slowed down and reached underneath her, searching for her clit, clearly intending to rub her off again. She batted his hand away. All she wanted right now was to feel him let go, to lose himself in her. "Focus on your own pleasure, love," she said, attempting to spread her legs wider and lift her bum to give him better access to her quim.

He continued snapping his hips, his breath labored, and suddenly, he came with a groan, stuttering out his climax inside her while she gripped his pillow and bit against her own skin at the sensation of him riding out his release in her. When his grunts stopped, he collapsed against her back, his breath hot on her neck.

After a few moments, he rolled to the side, carrying her with him, tightly spooning her and wrapping her up in his arms.

"That was amazing," she whispered.

"It was," he agreed.

When their breathing leveled out and he was beginning to soften inside her, he muttered "Accio wand," and she felt him shift behind her as he caught his wand. Sliding out of her, he cast a cleaning charm on them both and placed his wand on her stomach.

She pushed it away. "I'm on the potion," she said. "You don't need to cast a spell."

He put his wand away and pulled a blanket over them, then captured her lips in a lazy, hazy kiss that felt like summer sunlight dappling through the trees on a Sunday afternoon.

"Thanks for bringing me home, Percy," she whispered.

He pulled her even closer and kissed her again in response, before laying his head on the pillow next to hers, and falling asleep almost instantly. As his breathing deepened and evened out, she traced the lines of his cheeks with a barely-there touch of her finger tips, feeling the soft peach fuzz of his skin and drinking in the sight of his relaxed features. Then she pressed a kiss against his chest and snuggled into him, happy to spend the night curled up in his arms and to push off thoughts of his sister and her past to another day.

Author's Note: Since this story has gotten a bit longer than I originally thought it would be, and my work schedule is quite heavy right now, there will be a bit of a lag before I post again. I'd like to get the bulk of the remaining chapters written before I post again, and then post one a day like I did at the start of the story. So it might be a few weeks before I post again, but when I do, the chapters will be posted quickly. Thanks for reading!