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Warning: This work may be offensive to some readers. There is also a kinky sexual situation and thoughts of other kink. Feel free to back out if need be.

Author's Note: This is not how I intended this fic to go, but this is how it went.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 15); MC4A (Year 4)
Individual Challenges: Fix-It Felix; Gryffindor MC (x2); Slytherin MC; Magical MC (x3); Rian-Russo Inversion; Ethnic & Present; Ship Sails; Citrus Sale; Go Fluff Yourself; Old Shoes (Y); Bucket Listing (Y); Zed Era; In a Flash
House: Slytherin
Assignment No.: Term 15 – Assignment 03
Subject (Task No.): Muggle Art (Task#2: Write a fic including more than one point of view.)
Other Hogwarts Challenges: 365 Prompts [97](Percy/Draco); Auction [6.4] (Percy/Draco)
Other MC4A Challenges: SuB [4B] (Hail); Ship (n/a)[1C (Quality Time)]; Chim [Dextrin]("Wait for It" from Hamilton); Garden [Citrus Scents](Kneeling); Fire [](FixItFelix); TWT (Genderqueer Draco Malfoy; Post War Era)[Task#4](Wand)
Representation(s): Genderqueer Draco Malfoy/Percy Weasley
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: n/a
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: CM (Brier); FR (Satisfaction); O3 (Olivine)
Word Count: 696 words

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No Restraints
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Draco Malfoy strutted into Percy's office as if he owned the whole Ministry, let alone the office of a Junior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. To be fair, there had been a point in time where just by virtue of being a Malfoy, he wouldn't have been wrong. Not only was the family obscenely wealth, they were well-connected as one of the older families in the country, even if the true nobility they were descended from hailed from the Continent and not anywhere in the Isles.

But that had been a long time ago.

It had been before the War.

And it had been before Draco had become Percy's submissive.

Thus when Draco came in without displaying the attitude that Percy knew he was trained enough to not casually forget, Percy recognized the behavior for what it was. He raised a single eyebrow in question, giving Draco enough time to confess whatever was bothering him and just ask for what he clearly wanted. Instead of obeying the silent command, Draco paced about the admittedly small office. Occasionally, he would pick up a stray knickknack or folder to fidget with for a moment or so before putting it back down and moving on. Percy allowed it to continue as he distractedly worked his way through the last report he needed to finish before he would be free to leave for the day.

Finally, Percy's patience snapped and whipped out his wand. A sharp gesture with it had the door sealing shut and the sound wards raising. Draco jumped at the subtle sound, swiveling around to face Percy. After tucking his wand back into its holster, Percy pushed his chair back slightly and pointed to the floor directly in front of him.

Draco hurried to comply with the silent order, all traces of his previous arrogance evaporated. He let out a sigh of relief as he went to his knees. Percy scooted his chair back into place, trapping Draco beneath the desk and between his spread legs. Without needing to be prompted further, Draco reached for the placket of his trousers and opened it. Percy spared a brief thought of gratitude for having the forethought of wearing open robes over a suit as Draco wrapped his pretty lips around Percy's hard cock.

Percy carded his fingers through Draco's hair, scratching lightly as his scalp as his good boy relaxed beneath the easy affection. He knew that there had to be a reason that Draco had come to him in such an agitated state, practically begging to be disciplined. They would have to deal with that at some point, of course. Percy couldn't let him think he could get away with that just because he turned sweet so quickly.

But it could wait for now.

Letting Draco keep his cock warm while Percy finished his paperwork was good enough.

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Kingsley knocked on the door to Percy's office. After a moment, there was a flare of magic that signified wards being disengaged. He hoped that he wasn't interrupting his undersecretary during something horribly important. Still, Percy had a good head on his shoulders and was perfectly capable of making such determinations himself.

He stuck his head in carefully, just the same.

The office was empty except for Percy sitting behind his desk. Admittedly, the desk was covered with a few stacks of files. Perhaps the man just needed to ensure his privacy or just wanted bit of peace and quiet. Percy didn't rise from his chair, as he usually would, but Kingsley had been trying to get the kid to stop for months. He certainly wasn't going to complain now!

"I just wanted to know if you have seen the latest expense report on the upcoming memorial gala?"

"I have," Percy acknowledged with a strange note to his voice. "I plan to talk to the planning committee tomorrow about some of the items listed."

Oh, of course, that explained the weirdness.

"Well, it seems you're on top of everything," Kingsley said. "I'll just leave the situation in your hands. You have complete control to exercise at your discretion."

"I assure you, Minister," Percy said, "I'm always on top."