AN- Muggle AU. Prompt is 'Inadvisable Position'.

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Chairs and Desks, Really Anywhere in the Office is Bad

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The walls around his office were very thin.

It hadn't been a problem before, but now there were two women in the office beside him sharing, and talking. The one woman had a voice that would probably cut through the wall even if there were sound proofing material in the wall. She was so incredibly loud and irritating.

Usually he could just pop his headphones on, but they were acting up on him then and he had to listen to his virtual training course through his speakers instead, which meant he was hearing snippits of their conversation over his course information.

See, he had been keeping in mind his wall neighbors and trying not to have everyone suffering through the droll of the instructors voice. Something that maybe the loud woman should have taken note of.

If only he had actually manned up and gone over there to let her know that she was being interruptive and to please keep it down. He could have gone to the office manager to request that an office-wide memo be sent out about office volume decorum and such, but that seemed weak. He could have maybe slipped a note under their door before he left late one night, but that seemed weak as well.

He was simply too shy to go over there and ask them to keep it down.

This woman would carry on incessantly about her kids, what she got up to outside of work and comment on every little thing she heard in the media. The other one, the one that may or may not have made his heart flutter at the sight of, she seemed to be a little aware of her volume. He'd heard her talking in the staff kitchen, she could easily be loud, but in the office next to his he had only heard minor rumblings of reply's to her office mate.

He could remember the day they'd been introduced for the first time vividly.

The company had occupied a few floors of the tower they ran out of, but there had been an amalgamation and one of the floors had been put into disuse, moving the workers from that floor onto his own. He'd been staying in his office and out of the chaos on 'moving day', only vaguely registering the extra traffic walking past his door.

Until it was time for his mid-morning tea.

Jordan, the office manager stopped him on the way back to his office to introduce the new neighbors. Harry had seen them in the lift before, the redhead at least, she rather stood out.

It wasn't that he was crap with women, he'd been dating since he was fourteen, he was just rather particular, not one to be found perusing the online dating site's. He had always preferred a sort of 'meet cute' moment.

And he wasn't sure if this qualified.

She'd been standing there with a bankers box full of her personal effects from her former desk three floors below, her bright brown eyes twinkling, her gorgeous red hair hanging down perfectly, a light sheen from a lip gloss or something making her lips look absolutely wonderful. He knew she smelled good as well. He'd had the pleasure of riding a packed lift with her once and she was forced to stand rather close to him for five floors. Her perfume smelled faintly of vanilla.

Ginny Weasley, that was her name.

Now he got to see it every day when he passed by that office. Ginny Weasley, Administrative Assistant, working alongside the loud one, Penelope Clearwater.

It had been two months ago that they moved into the office beside him and he still hadn't managed to initiate a conversation with Ginny.

She had with him though. A few times he'd been pulled into a group of people in the kitchen by her that were chatting about certain aspects of the business or news. She'd even touched his forearm three times. She'd smiled at him numerous times as well, all with out any reason behind it.

Urgh, he was sad and pathetic. Seeing her was beginning to be the highlight of his days and he couldn't manage to ask her out, preferring to simply hold her up on this pedestal of unattainability. Even now he was supposed to be paying attention to the slideshow on his monitor and listening to the commentary on his speakers, yet he could hear the quiet rumbling that was Ginny's voice, not able to make out what she was saying, just being distracted enough by it and straining his ears to try and make out her words.

She must have been on the phone, Penelope didn't seem to be responding to her at all and Penelope was not one to sit quietly and let someone else own the conversation.

Harry gave himself a shake. He gripped his pen and started focusing on his training, taking notes as he went along.

Until his pen ink dried out.

He checked his first desk drawer, then another one, then looked around at every surface in his office and, for some reason, the floor, but there weren't any other pens anywhere.

How in the fuck did he not have spare pens laying about?

The company had cheaped out on the pens that sported their logo and he'd been going through them with alarming speed. They had only lasted for about a week before they were chucked into the bin in frustration, but he could have sworn there were more laying about.

He got up from his desk, intending to head to the supply cupboard. It was right on the other side of her office and gave him a direct view of her at her desk. Maybe she would hear him there and turn around to give him one of her smiles?

He pursed his lips slightly at that pathetic thought. He really needed to get out more.

Opening the metal cupboard door he saw her ginger hair was down again today and had a nice curl at the end. Penelope's office chair was indeed sitting empty, but it looked like Ginny was on the phone, and it did not sound like a work call.

He really hoped it wasn't a work call anyhow.

"Yeah, I'm fucking MacGyver over here," she chuckled, then gave a sigh. "You know, I would fuck MacGyver. Can you imagine how creative that guy would be when it comes to sex? He can make a bomb out of a paperclip and a match stick, just think of what he could do with-" she paused, "uh, you know what? I've got to go. Talk to you later."

Harry had been frozen staring at a box of pens at eye level while he listened, knowing that it was probably his presence that stopped her carrying on about exactly how well MacGyver would have been able to give it to her. Quickly he grabbed a handful of the company's shitty pens so it wouldn't look like he was eavesdropping and shut the cabinet door, giving a small startle to see her standing there on the other side with a small blush across her cheeks.

"Hi," she smiled nervously. "Sorry about, um, if you overheard that conversations. I know we aren't supposed to be making private calls during work hours."

"What?" he asked in confusion. "I don't care about that."

"Oh good," she visibly relaxed. "It's just that Penelope is really strict about it, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't mention anything."

His brow furrowed in confusion, "she can carry on endlessly and loudly about her kids and the crap that goes on in the media, but you can't talk on your phone for five minutes?"

Ginny gave a chuckle. "She really never shuts up, does she?" Ginny shook her head and gave a sigh. "Well, thanks then." She turned to go back to her desk.

"What's your secret then?" he asked boldly, coming to lean against her door frame in an attempt to get more comfortable speaking around her.

"My secret?" she asked, taking a seat and spinning her chair around to face him.

"Yeah, for, you know, getting your work done and tuning her out. I've got a headset on normally, but it's busted. You though, you're forced to sit here and listen to her ramble on."

"Oh!" she bit her lip and gave a small laugh. "Well, I've got a lot of siblings. My house was crazy loud growing up, suppose I'm simply used to having the chatter going on."

"You've a lot of siblings?" he latched onto that detail. "I've only the one, but she was plenty loud. Suppose I'd need at least…" he was guessing here, "two more?" he took a stab at her number of siblings.

"Plus three," she corrected wryly.

Harry dropped the pens in shock, then immediately felt stupid, dropping down to a crouch to bashfully pick them up. Ginny didn't seem surprised by his reaction, instead she simply helped him pick up the pens.

"I get that a lot," she chuckled. "Seven of us total growing up."

"That does sound loud. Is that the whole reason you were chosen to share with her? Because you were the only one trained to take it?" As she handed him the pens she collected he realized he was basically on his knee's in front of her while she sat in her office chair. It would look mighty suggestive to anyone that could walk by her office then. Giving a small cough he stood up, having to immediately take a step back to stand an appropriate distance away from her then.

Ginny was sporting a rather mirth filled expression at him. "I'm not going to say I'm the only one they could think of that wouldn't stab her in the eye with a number two pencil, but I'm certain I was in the top five," she said quietly.

Harry's shoulders shook a bit from the contained laughter, "so you didn't volunteer for it."

"No," she answered firmly. "It looks like she might be going on business trips more regularly though. Thank God."

"Wow, what are you going to do with all that freedom?" he joked.

"Oh, it'll be marvelous," she emphasized by spinning around in her office chair. "I'll be able to eat snacks at my desk, text my friends back immediately, pop in my own headphones and listen to music quietly. It'll be great."

"Well," he shifted on his feet a bit, "suppose I'll just get back to my training seminar and leave you to your freedom."

"Wait," she turned away from him and opened her desk drawer, turning back with about five pens. "Use these, those one's are crap."

"Oh!" he took them from her graciously. "Thank you! They are crap, and I never remember to pick any different one's up when I'm out and about." He looked at the length of them, they were advertising a grocery store. "The W's Co-op?" he asked.

"My mum and dad's shop back home," she explained. "It's the only grocers in our little town, but their pens work perfectly."

"Thank you," he grinned, "really. I'm sure they're ten times better."

He went back to his office, wishing he could have simply stayed with Ginny and chatted more about anything. Absolutely anything.

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There were so many songs written about Friday nights. Too many, and every time he thought too much about how great it was that it was currently a Friday, inexplicably, one of those songs would get stuck in his head.

Right now it was Rebecca Black's 'Friday'.

It was not cool for him to be humming that song.

But it had been a ridiculously long week punctuated by errors made by his coworkers that it fell to him to correct and he was so relieved to not be coming into work for the next two days.

He would miss seeing Ginny though.

They'd been chatting more in the last two weeks since she'd given him the pens. He hadn't been able to help himself looking up 'The W's Co-op' and finding out she was from a small community in Devon. That led to him finding out she'd been a phenomenal football star on the rise through her secondary school years. He'd sort of lost himself in a cyber stalking web. At least he'd had piece of mind to do the stalking from his personal laptop, he was the I.T. Security senior staffer at work after all.

Thankfully, after looking her up, he had a few topics of conversation he could start up with her and she'd brought up all that he'd discovered about her in their chats. It was a relief to him that it wouldn't sound creepy if he mentioned something now.

Another e-mail dinged on his computer and he blew out his cheeks at yet another moronic mistake that he saw had been made for him to personally clean-up.

"That's an attractive face," Ginny said from his doorway.

He grinned at the sight of her. She'd been stopping into his office every now and then, sometimes with a treat in hand. He really hoped she wasn't simply thinking of him as a workplace friend and instead was seeing him as potentially more than that. Not that he knew whether she could tell he was interested in her as more than a friend.

"Thanks, I made a bit more of an effort for you in particular when I got ready this morning," he quipped.

"Nice to see we're both putting in the effort for each other," she winked jokingly and took up in the seat on the other side of his desk. "You've had a full-on week it seems."

"I have," he sighed. "So looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow."

"Sounds like someone doesn't have flat mates or noisy neighbors," she commented.

"It's true, I lucked out and got a nice sub-let situation all to myself," he admitted. "I have family and family friends with all the connections."

"Oh la la," she grinned. "That mean you're going to be done with this place as soon as it hits five o'clock then? Because there is a chance that some of us are sticking around for after work drinks." Her eyebrow went up in questions.

He was craving getting home with some take away and watching the shows he'd recorded over the week, but he'd have to be mad to choose that over spending more time with her. "What kind of drinks are we talking?" he asked in the same teasing voice she'd used.

"Well, Sampson is apparently huge into the Craft Beer scene that is taking over the modern world. He's brought in a bunch of growlers for us all to sample. If that doesn't meet your snooty, polished requirements I'm sure we can snoop in a few lower drawers and come up with a selection of Scotch's stashed around the office."

Harry laughed at how mischievous she was. "Raiding and pilfering sounds great," he told her, "can't wait."

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People in the office tended not to stay much past 4:30pm on Fridays so by five there were only five people there plus the Custodian that was emptying the garbage cans. Ginny, Harry, Sampson, Jordan, and Eloise were all sitting around a conference table and testing out each of Sampson's five different flavored home brews. All of which had surprisingly different tastes.

Harry didn't know much about beer, but he really didn't stray far from an India Pale Ale, so the 'banana notes' and such that Sampson was going on about didn't make much of an impact with him. It sounded like Ginny and Jordan knew what the man was carrying on about, meanwhile Harry and Eloise were just sitting there sipping and nodding as though they understood.

"I'm going to go and grab some water," Ginny announced before they started in on the third growler. "Harry, come help me with the glassware, would you?" Not waiting for his response, she started towards the kitchen.

"You really know your beer," he commented as he caught up beside her in the hallway.

"Oh, that's all bullshit really," she sniggered. "A guy I used to see was really into it. Dragged me around on a brewery tour or two. I do know that you're supposed to have a bit of water to 'wash out the palate' between trying different types though."

"Ah, so Brewery Guy taught you everything you know then?" he asked as they reached the kitchen.

"About beer, yeah." She started checking the cupboards for a jug for the water and Harry went to get the glasses. "I'm really not a fan of beer though. Don't mind a nice cider every now and again."

"Thank God. Woman after my own heart," Harry sighed. "I'm good with an IPA, but I didn't want to forfeit my man card by spitting out that last one. I'd really rather just a scotch and soda."

"I can get you one," she said suggestively.

Harry hadn't been facing her then, but he turned his head and saw she looked to be checking out his behind when she'd said that. He felt a hope bubble rising in his chest. She was checking him out. That meant she saw him as potential dating material, right?

"You can? Did you pilfer the desk drawers with out me?" he managed to ask.

"Is this really your first After Hours Office Drinks?" Ginny asked seeming incredulous at the idea.

"Er, yeah." He'd been with the company for three years, and he was casual friends with plenty of the people there, but he'd only met up at a pub or somewhere with anyone if they were going to hang out.

He couldn't look away from her then. There was something about how she was holding herself, leaning back against the counter with her hands resting on the counter on either side of her. She was so relaxed, yet her eyes were on his and holding an almost predatory look that gave him a happy kind of tingle running through his veins.

"You like me, right?" she asked.

"What?" he breathed out.

"You. Like. Me." She repeated. "Right?"

"I heard you, I just. Um."

Her shoulders sagged infinitesimally, and he felt his hope bubble expanding. That meant she fancied him, right?

"Yes," he admitted.

Her face split into a brilliant grin, "good. You can be very hard to read there, Mr. Potter."

"Oh? I didn't think I was hiding that well at all." He'd been sure that he'd stopped just shy of being a bumbling fool in front of her since that first time he'd seen her in the lift. He hadn't even been properly single when he'd first seen her a year ago. His girlfriend at the time and he both had one foot out the relationship then and were simply playing chicken over who would crack first and bring it up.

Ginny snorted and went to the fridge, pulling out a can of soda. "No, I couldn't properly tell at all," she said coming over to put the can down on the counter beside him. "I just knew I liked you."

She was so close to him now. Their clothes were almost touching.

"I got your soda," she said in the most seductive manner he could imagine. Right before she put a hand on his tie and used it to bring his lips down to hers.

He immediately gripped her hip and pulled her closer to him. He'd been picturing this moment for ages and wanted to do justice to all the scenarios that had played out in his waking dreams of having her in his arms. Her lips were just as soft as he imagined, her light perfume filling his senses and tricking his brain into believing she tasted as good as she smelled.

She was responding as eagerly as he was, though he was damning himself for not taking the time for a quick wank in the shower that morning, because he was very eager for it.

The sound of a throat clearing from the door to the kitchen had them pulling apart sharply. Harry whipped his head around to see the custodian standing there.

"I clean three more rooms," she said in her heavily Russian accented English. "You make mess in kitchen after, you clean you selves."

Ginny shook with laughter. "Sorry," she managed, "we'll get out of your way."

Ginny grabbed the water jug and the soda can, Harry stacked the cups and they both left the kitchen shaking with nervous laughter.

"Hold on," she stopped him as they were passing the District Managers office. She ducked in there and snagged a bottle of low brand Scotch. "I'll put it back later," she told him.

"Think Sampson will be offended if I don't try the other ones?" he worried. He didn't want to offend his coworker somehow, it wasn't that the beers tasted terrible, they just weren't his cup of tea.

"No," Ginny assured him. "I'm sure he's had that reaction before. I've blatantly compared one of his beers to cat piss and he simply laughed and said it was an acquired taste. Just say your palate simply hasn't been trained enough for the testing, you were more interested in the company tasting them."

"Well that's true," he admitted.

"Is it?" she asked coyly.

He felt a blush rise to his cheeks, but she had just snogged him in the kitchen, so what was the use in pretending now. "Yeah," he smiled at her.

Her grin grew even bigger then.

Sampson was not at all offended when he saw Harry had switched to spirits. Jordan had jumped at the chance to switch to Scotch and soda as well, and mercifully the conversation changed to something other than beer that Harry and Eloise could weigh in on.

One by one the other three had to head home to their families/pets and Harry and Ginny offered to clean up the mess.

After they'd gotten everything into the kitchen and put away Ginny simply took him by the hand, eagerly leading him back to his office. "Now, where were we?" she asked before planting her lips on his again.

His Scotch filled brain had loosened any inhibitions or concerns he'd had about when and where with her and he was responding eagerly. Harry certainly liked how direct she was. He waved his hands about to flip the light on and shut the door, pinning her to the back of it and wishing her skirt wasn't so tight so she could wrap her legs around him with ease.

"You'll tell me when to stop, right?" he managed to ask after several mind numbingly passionate minutes of wandering hands and lips as he kissed his way down her neck.

"How about you don't," she moaned as she rocked against his erection, tugging at his shirt to pull it out of his trousers. "I've been thinking about doing this with you since I started working next door."

Harry groaned in appreciation. It was a relief to know that they were on the same page about that. His hand came down to cup her bum. Though she'd said yes, he wasn't about to simply pull up her skirt himself. Her nails raked along the skin on his back and he couldn't help thrusting against her then.

"Mmm, chair," she mumbled and moved him backwards.

"What?" he asked, carrying right on kissing any part of her he could get to while he was still backing up and not paying much attention to where she was directing them.

"I said," she pulled back from him then, her fingers splayed on his chest, "I want you in your chair."

All the air in his lungs vacated when she pulled at his belt and gave him a push back into his desk chair. He was completely mesmerized as she started to undo the buttons on her blouse.

This had to be a dream. It was only when he was having really good dreams, or watching the really basic porno's, that office sex scene's like this played out; hot girl talks the guy into staying late at the office then gets him alone and strips down before fucking him in his desk chair. The girls bra and knickers usually matched in that situation though, Harry couldn't help that thought as she shimmied her bright blue knickers down her legs, her skirt still on and her dark purple bra now the only item covering her top half.

"You going to help me out here?" she cocked an eyebrow at him and slowly gestured to how he was still completely dressed.

With a jolt his hands flew to his own clothes. They were doing this. She was going to shag him in his chair. He pulled his shirt over his head and managed to pinch open his button and undo his zip, shoving them down to his knees before her hand came to rest on his shoulder and she straddled him, her skirt bunched up at her waist.

She ground against him as soon as their lips met again and they both groaned at the sensation.

"I've wanted this since I first saw you in the lift a year ago," he panted in between kisses. "I wasn't even single then, you just smelled so fucking incredible." He kissed down her neck to the valley between her breasts.

"You're single now though, right?" she asked, her head thrown back, her state of bliss making it sound very much like she wasn't too bothered what his answer would be.

"Yes, completely," he assured her.

"Good," she rolled her hips once more against his erection before sliding her hand between them and pulling his cock through the flap in his boxers, slowly lowering herself on him.

They both sat completely still for a moment while they savored the feeling of being joined with each other.

Harry was limited in what he could do from this position. Ginny started rocking her pelvis, and that felt good, but he really wanted to slide in and out of her more, get the full range of feeling that shagging could provide. It still felt incredible, and he was entirely turned on that she was wanting to give this a go, so his erection wasn't going anywhere.

He just wasn't sure that he was going to be able to get off like this.

He could see a look of concentration of her face, eyes closed tight while she focused and biting her lower lip. Right behind her though was his desk. It wouldn't take much to sweep away some of the items there and lay her back on it. He wouldn't even have to do the whole 'arm sweep everything to the floor' move that you see on the screens.

He pivoted the chair and reached over quickly to move his desk paraphernalia out of the way. Ginny gave a small squeak of surprise when he lifted her out of the chair and rested her back on the desk.

There, he thought with satisfaction. Now he had the range of motion to shag her properly. He gave her slow and complete thrusts and felt her responding appreciatively to the full length of him sliding in and out of her properly, her giving these little hip twirls when he was buried inside her all the way.

Her legs wrapped around him, ankles locked. He cupped her bum, kneading it and loving just how grabbable her arse was. This desk shagging option was feeling incredible to him.

But after only a few moments she wasn't sounding quite as enraptured with it as he was. Harry pulled his lips away from hers and opened his eyes to see if maybe she was quietly enjoying this. Perhaps she was simply the type to stay silent while she was enjoying the throws of passion?

Her expression did not match that possibility though.

Damning himself for needing some kind of audible confirmation of enjoyment he slowed his rhythm. "Is this not good?" he asked.

Ginny's eyes popped open then and she gave him a regretful cringe. "It kind of hurts my tailbone," she admitted.

He stopped his movements completely and rested his head in the crook of her neck. "The chair was hotter in theory for me, but in reality," he told her.

Ginny let out a regretful moan of exasperation. "Damn it," she pushed him away slightly. He pulled back and she came up on her elbows. "Apparently office sex isn't all it's cracked up to be."

"Apparently," he agreed and slipped out of her, adjusting his boxers to hide his erection. "Erm, any interest in trying this in a bed? Say, back at mine?"

Ginny grinned up at him, tugging her skirt back down. "yes please."

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AN- Yes, I've tried sex in an office setting, and this is basically exactly what happened. Except the chair part is a work out for the girls thighs too. The table bit though, it took a week for my tailbone to feel better after that one.