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Still Waters Run Deep *Adult* Hermione/Percy
Title: Still Waters Run Deep
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Pairing: Hermione/Percy
Disclaimer: I own or control nothing in real life, I don’t write with caplocks enough to even pretend
Rating:Adult
Summary: She didn’t know what would happen if he unbent for once, but she’d like to find out.
Author’s notes: Merry Christmas everyone! Not that this is the best gift you all will get today. This is what you get with boredom, a lack of fic to read, and a ym prompt late at night frominell.
Hermione wasn’t delusional enough to think that the token masks they wore for the masquerade were enough to fully hide one’s identity. It was like that muggle comic book Superman – were people really stupid enough to fall for the idea that some glasses and the lack of hair gel were really enough to hide the identity of the superhero. She had brought that up once with her parents, watching a movie with them, and as always, they had laughed at her over analytical mind.
But the one thing the masks did was provide the illusion of anonymity at the very least. That was what Hermione was blaming for her behaviour that evening; it was as if she was somebody else. For all that she had been filled with derogatory thoughts about the Ministry for making their annual Christmas ball a masquerade, it was allowing her to relax and have fun – and flirt in a way she wasn’t usually comfortable with.
That, and the spiked punch hadn’t hurt either.
“Having fun?” when she heard the voice behind her Hermione could have determined his identity before she even turned around, but the sight of the red hair at the top of the mask was more than enough to identify the ‘mysterious’ man.
“Surprisingly, yes,” Hermione admitted with a grin, sipping at her third glass of punch. Considering most ministry employees were a good thirty years older than her, and even more anal than she was, she had expected to slip out after her requisite appearance to appease her boss. That had been three horrific renditions of Christmas carols ago, and three glasses of punch ago, and she was still there.
“It’s bloody hot in here is what it is,” Percy grumbled, tugging at his collar. “I wish I could remove the damn mask, but that would be against the bloody rules they’ve established for this evening. Like some big unmasking at midnight is going to mean anything.”
“Hmm, I think it’s fun,” she grinned, stepping up beside him. A different attitude than she had held even three hours ago, but that didn’t make it any less true. Besides, if there was someone who needed to loosen up even more than she did, it was Percy Weasley. “Can I get you a drink Per....mysterious stranger?”
She couldn’t even see his eyes behind his mask, but she could practically hear them rolling. “Herm....”
Hermione cut him off, “Nope, sorry, you can call me Angelica until the final unveiling, that name will do as well as any other.” She looked around for the punch bowl, deciding that she would force feed him the drink if she had too.
“Hermione,” Percy replied firmly, ending her fun. “Don’t be ridiculous. We both know exactly who the other person is. That is why this is the worst idea the ministry has ever had. Being forced to wear itchy uncomfortable masks that hide nothing but part of the cheekbone and brow, and hardly conceal who the person is, is the least practical dictate they have ever had.”
Maybe it was the alcohol that finally made her brave enough to not just agree with his opinion. She had been rather in awe of Percy Weasley ever since she had started at the ministry. He had come around from the prat he used to be, and embodied everything she thought she wanted to achieve. Intelligent, dedicated, rising fast in the ranks – but unfortunately he still had a stick shoved up his arse the size of a broomstick. It made her attraction to him all the more unfortunate as well.
“Oh, just fuck off Percy,” she snapped in exasperation, walking off in the opposite direction.
Hermione nodded at some colleagues as she passed through the entranceways that led to the loos, but didn’t bother to greet them. She was about to enter the women’s lavatory when she felt a hand on her arm, turning her in midstep.
“What?” Percy demanded, even as he held her arm tightly in his left hand.
She could see two witches staring in avid curiosity at them, and although for once Percy seemed perfectly content to actually discuss something without a locked door and three silencio’s to ensure that nobody knew he had a personal thought, she wasn’t.
“Maybe we should take it outside,” she suggested firmly, motioning her head towards the two witches – and yes the masks did nothing to conceal the fact it was Lavender Brown and Hannah Abbot who were so curious about their conversation.
Percy nodded, even as he acknowledged the two women, but didn’t release her arm as they exited the main part of the building where the party was being hosted. It was cool outside, despite the lack of snow, and Hermione had to fight against a shiver as he looked down at her. “What was that all about?” Percy demanded, not noticing that in her sleeveless dress she was slightly less attired for the outside than he was.
“Do you have to be so bloody uptight all the time?” Hermione snapped, knowing she was being rather ridiculous. Percy had heard that complaint from his siblings for years, and it hadn’t effected his attitudes any. “It’s just, can’t you let go, just a little – for once. It’s nearly Christmas, and it’s a party, and we spend most days of the year being good little ministry employees. Would it kill you to try and have a little fun?”
He looked taken aback, and more than a little hurt at her words. “I’m not…” he began, but she cut him off.
“Just pretend, just for an hour, that you are capable of a bit of imagination,” Hermione continued, even as her brain told her to shut up because she might be taking this a bit too far. “It’s not going to change your position at the Ministry come Monday morning. At the very least, have a drink. It might do wonders for you.”
“Is that what you think about me?” his words were quiet, stopping her rant, and making her feel more than a little bad about going off on him. “An uptight ass, a killjoy, a git who is incapable of any kind of fun?”
“Yes,” she blurted out before thinking, “I mean no....I mean....ok, that’s not what I meant exactly.” She could hear his brother’s words in the insults. “I admire your ability to make and follow rules Percy, I do it for a living too. But that doesn’t mean you have to live your life as if fun isn’t allowed.”
It was just maybe if he were a little less of a stickler, he might unbend enough to notice that she was here. He might unbend enough to notice her as more than one of his little brother’s best friends. He might unbend enough to notice that she wanted to be more than his colleague. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he actually unbent that much – but she wanted to find out.
“Allow me my delusion for one night,” Hermione let her lowered inhibitions make the decision for her. He was still grasping her arm, although more lightly now. When she moved towards him, he backed away instinctively, his back hitting the wall of the building. “Let’s just pretend we are two people unknown to each other, meeting under the mistletoe.” There wasn’t any outside, but that was a minor point.
Hermione knew she was taking a chance, a rather large one, but somehow tonight she didn’t care.
“Is that the only way you would consider me? As some random stranger,” the hand that had been grasping her arm, loosened further, sliding up and down her bare arm, even as she glanced up in surprise. The desire in Percy’s eyes was evident, as was his self-doubt.
“Merlin, no,” she replied honestly, “I’d rather like it if it were Percy and Hermione out here, sneaking out for a bit of a snog and whatever else. But I’m allowing you that option if it will make you feel more comfortable, an escape out of regular life.”
Hermione could see him start to smile. She wasn’t sure she had seen Percy properly smile in all the years she had known him – not even when the filing system had been reorganized to be more efficient – and the sight startled her. When he leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips doing little more than brushing against hers, she was sure her mouth was agape in shock when he pulled away.
“I think it is just Percy and Hermione out here,” he replied, turning them so her back was the one pressed against the wall, “As I pointed out earlier, these masks don’t do a damn thing to hide our identity.”
And then he was kissing her, and despite her surprise Hermione responded in kind, letting her arms drift up to encircle his neck and bring him closer to her. He didn't even start with quick pecks, simply kissing her hungrily from the moment he lowered his mouth to hers, and Hermione had no complaints.
Hermione was sure there was some appropriate muggle saying about ‘still waters running deep’, but she was too busy kissing him back to try and remember exactly what it was.
This was almost too easy, but then she was suspicious of everything in life – a sad aspect of her nature. She hadn’t expected an immediate response to her rather awkward attempt at seduction – and she hadn’t expected a reaction like this. Even with the strangers in the night ploy, she had fully expected to be required to spend at least half an hour convincing him this was an excellent idea with sound logical arguments – with the culmination happening in a more private location.
But Percy Weasley was dragging his lips from hers and sliding them down her neck, nipping at the skin as he went along, even as they could hear the strains of music from the party inside. “I’m, uh, a little surprised,” she gasped, not sure if she meant his excellent technique, the fact they were doing this here, or the fact he was actually attracted to her as well.
“Wanted you since the moment you started a the ministry,” Percy murmured as he pulled the neck of her dress further to the side, more fully exposing the hollow of her throat. “Maybe even before. Prim and proper for the most part – but once in awhile showing a side that was much more wild than that.”
She was not going to laugh at that, really she wasn't. It was just that he was the one who had prim and proper down pat, and ‘wild’ was about as far from an appropriate adjective for her as one could get. Hermione could feel a giggle escape – well, perhaps she was going to laugh a little. That caused him to look up, and she couldn’t help but shake her head. “I don’t know where to begin to show you how doubtful the veracity of that statement is,” she began.
“Hermione, the fact that you know the word veracity turns me on,” he replied in a voice so emphatic she couldn’t help but laugh again.
Whatever had gotten into Percy she wasn’t going to complain, not when his hand was on her leg, sliding under the hem of her dress and dragging it along as he slid his hand up. “Percy!” she gasped, in equal parts shock and desire. Even if he had apparently taken leave of his senses, that didn’t mean she had. But he let his hand drift further up, playing with the seam of her knickers, and she lost whatever objection she had been about to make.
And when he pushed aside the crotch of her knickers, sliding his fingers into her, she had to bite back a gasp, at least aware of the situation enough to know crying out would alert people inside to their presence. He kissed her hungrily again, even as he slid his fingers in and out, intermittently stimulating her clit as he went. Even as she came apart, he muffled her orgasm with his kiss, swallowing the noise.
If she didn’t know better she would think he had some experience shagging in public.
“Merlin,” she gasped as she came back to earth, her legs a pile of jelly, supported only by the wall and his weight against her. “What on earth was that?”
“An orgasm,” Percy replied in the smug tone he normally reserved for incompetent drones at work, or when dealing with his family.
“I know that,” Hermione snapped. She wasn’t exactly a virgin, although he might have guessed that considering what they had just done, and her past boyfriends had at least managed to make her come a couple times. “I just....I mean we....and you....out here!”
She broke off after that, determining that maybe she shouldn’t – what was that odd expression – oh yes, look a gift horse in the mouth. Overanalyzing would likely lead to no good, and as much as she was attracted to the organized and controlled Percy she worked with on a daily basis, she was developing an affinity for the one who was willing not only to kiss her, but to practically shag her outside.
“At least let me return the favour,” she replied wickedly, letting her hand drift down to his zipper, sliding it down and letting her hand drift inside his pants. Apparently it was really a night for surprises, because Percy also wasn’t wearing any underwear to provide a barrier between him and the fabric of his dress robes. As she let her hand curl around his length, he let out a low moan, and she couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.
It was also at that moment that Lavender and Hannah, the largest busybodies in the Department of Magical Transportation decided to come out for a smoke – a nasty habit they weren’t allowed to indulge inside. Hermione let out a gasp as she saw them, praying they wouldn’t notice, but that was obviously too much to hope for.
She could hear them giggling like a pair of first years at Hogwarts when they noticed Hermione and Percy, and she could only be grateful at least the important parts were covered, even if it was blatantly obvious what they had been doing. And, she figured drawing her hand out of his pants now might make it even more obvious where it had been.
She could only sigh in frustration as the two of them dashed back into the hall, possibly out of embarrassment, but more than likely to spread the tale.
“I don’t suppose there’s any chance they didn’t recognize us?” Hermione asked shakily, pulling her hand out as he had unsurprisingly deflated the second he had heard the giggling of the other witches. And, it was probably best if they cleaned up and moved, possibly going to back to the party and pretending like nothing had happened for appearance’s sake.
She watched Percy give a rueful grimace, and she could remember every word of their conversation regarding the flimsy masks before. “Ok, likely not,” Hermione admitted.
Perhaps her comment about his unwinding not effecting things at the ministry had been a little less than, well, veracious.
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idea_of_sarcasmPairing: Hermione/Percy
Disclaimer: I own or control nothing in real life, I don’t write with caplocks enough to even pretend
Rating:Adult
Summary: She didn’t know what would happen if he unbent for once, but she’d like to find out.
Author’s notes: Merry Christmas everyone! Not that this is the best gift you all will get today. This is what you get with boredom, a lack of fic to read, and a ym prompt late at night from
inell.Hermione wasn’t delusional enough to think that the token masks they wore for the masquerade were enough to fully hide one’s identity. It was like that muggle comic book Superman – were people really stupid enough to fall for the idea that some glasses and the lack of hair gel were really enough to hide the identity of the superhero. She had brought that up once with her parents, watching a movie with them, and as always, they had laughed at her over analytical mind.
But the one thing the masks did was provide the illusion of anonymity at the very least. That was what Hermione was blaming for her behaviour that evening; it was as if she was somebody else. For all that she had been filled with derogatory thoughts about the Ministry for making their annual Christmas ball a masquerade, it was allowing her to relax and have fun – and flirt in a way she wasn’t usually comfortable with.
That, and the spiked punch hadn’t hurt either.
“Having fun?” when she heard the voice behind her Hermione could have determined his identity before she even turned around, but the sight of the red hair at the top of the mask was more than enough to identify the ‘mysterious’ man.
“Surprisingly, yes,” Hermione admitted with a grin, sipping at her third glass of punch. Considering most ministry employees were a good thirty years older than her, and even more anal than she was, she had expected to slip out after her requisite appearance to appease her boss. That had been three horrific renditions of Christmas carols ago, and three glasses of punch ago, and she was still there.
“It’s bloody hot in here is what it is,” Percy grumbled, tugging at his collar. “I wish I could remove the damn mask, but that would be against the bloody rules they’ve established for this evening. Like some big unmasking at midnight is going to mean anything.”
“Hmm, I think it’s fun,” she grinned, stepping up beside him. A different attitude than she had held even three hours ago, but that didn’t make it any less true. Besides, if there was someone who needed to loosen up even more than she did, it was Percy Weasley. “Can I get you a drink Per....mysterious stranger?”
She couldn’t even see his eyes behind his mask, but she could practically hear them rolling. “Herm....”
Hermione cut him off, “Nope, sorry, you can call me Angelica until the final unveiling, that name will do as well as any other.” She looked around for the punch bowl, deciding that she would force feed him the drink if she had too.
“Hermione,” Percy replied firmly, ending her fun. “Don’t be ridiculous. We both know exactly who the other person is. That is why this is the worst idea the ministry has ever had. Being forced to wear itchy uncomfortable masks that hide nothing but part of the cheekbone and brow, and hardly conceal who the person is, is the least practical dictate they have ever had.”
Maybe it was the alcohol that finally made her brave enough to not just agree with his opinion. She had been rather in awe of Percy Weasley ever since she had started at the ministry. He had come around from the prat he used to be, and embodied everything she thought she wanted to achieve. Intelligent, dedicated, rising fast in the ranks – but unfortunately he still had a stick shoved up his arse the size of a broomstick. It made her attraction to him all the more unfortunate as well.
“Oh, just fuck off Percy,” she snapped in exasperation, walking off in the opposite direction.
Hermione nodded at some colleagues as she passed through the entranceways that led to the loos, but didn’t bother to greet them. She was about to enter the women’s lavatory when she felt a hand on her arm, turning her in midstep.
“What?” Percy demanded, even as he held her arm tightly in his left hand.
She could see two witches staring in avid curiosity at them, and although for once Percy seemed perfectly content to actually discuss something without a locked door and three silencio’s to ensure that nobody knew he had a personal thought, she wasn’t.
“Maybe we should take it outside,” she suggested firmly, motioning her head towards the two witches – and yes the masks did nothing to conceal the fact it was Lavender Brown and Hannah Abbot who were so curious about their conversation.
Percy nodded, even as he acknowledged the two women, but didn’t release her arm as they exited the main part of the building where the party was being hosted. It was cool outside, despite the lack of snow, and Hermione had to fight against a shiver as he looked down at her. “What was that all about?” Percy demanded, not noticing that in her sleeveless dress she was slightly less attired for the outside than he was.
“Do you have to be so bloody uptight all the time?” Hermione snapped, knowing she was being rather ridiculous. Percy had heard that complaint from his siblings for years, and it hadn’t effected his attitudes any. “It’s just, can’t you let go, just a little – for once. It’s nearly Christmas, and it’s a party, and we spend most days of the year being good little ministry employees. Would it kill you to try and have a little fun?”
He looked taken aback, and more than a little hurt at her words. “I’m not…” he began, but she cut him off.
“Just pretend, just for an hour, that you are capable of a bit of imagination,” Hermione continued, even as her brain told her to shut up because she might be taking this a bit too far. “It’s not going to change your position at the Ministry come Monday morning. At the very least, have a drink. It might do wonders for you.”
“Is that what you think about me?” his words were quiet, stopping her rant, and making her feel more than a little bad about going off on him. “An uptight ass, a killjoy, a git who is incapable of any kind of fun?”
“Yes,” she blurted out before thinking, “I mean no....I mean....ok, that’s not what I meant exactly.” She could hear his brother’s words in the insults. “I admire your ability to make and follow rules Percy, I do it for a living too. But that doesn’t mean you have to live your life as if fun isn’t allowed.”
It was just maybe if he were a little less of a stickler, he might unbend enough to notice that she was here. He might unbend enough to notice her as more than one of his little brother’s best friends. He might unbend enough to notice that she wanted to be more than his colleague. She wasn’t sure what she would do if he actually unbent that much – but she wanted to find out.
“Allow me my delusion for one night,” Hermione let her lowered inhibitions make the decision for her. He was still grasping her arm, although more lightly now. When she moved towards him, he backed away instinctively, his back hitting the wall of the building. “Let’s just pretend we are two people unknown to each other, meeting under the mistletoe.” There wasn’t any outside, but that was a minor point.
Hermione knew she was taking a chance, a rather large one, but somehow tonight she didn’t care.
“Is that the only way you would consider me? As some random stranger,” the hand that had been grasping her arm, loosened further, sliding up and down her bare arm, even as she glanced up in surprise. The desire in Percy’s eyes was evident, as was his self-doubt.
“Merlin, no,” she replied honestly, “I’d rather like it if it were Percy and Hermione out here, sneaking out for a bit of a snog and whatever else. But I’m allowing you that option if it will make you feel more comfortable, an escape out of regular life.”
Hermione could see him start to smile. She wasn’t sure she had seen Percy properly smile in all the years she had known him – not even when the filing system had been reorganized to be more efficient – and the sight startled her. When he leaned down and kissed her gently, his lips doing little more than brushing against hers, she was sure her mouth was agape in shock when he pulled away.
“I think it is just Percy and Hermione out here,” he replied, turning them so her back was the one pressed against the wall, “As I pointed out earlier, these masks don’t do a damn thing to hide our identity.”
And then he was kissing her, and despite her surprise Hermione responded in kind, letting her arms drift up to encircle his neck and bring him closer to her. He didn't even start with quick pecks, simply kissing her hungrily from the moment he lowered his mouth to hers, and Hermione had no complaints.
Hermione was sure there was some appropriate muggle saying about ‘still waters running deep’, but she was too busy kissing him back to try and remember exactly what it was.
This was almost too easy, but then she was suspicious of everything in life – a sad aspect of her nature. She hadn’t expected an immediate response to her rather awkward attempt at seduction – and she hadn’t expected a reaction like this. Even with the strangers in the night ploy, she had fully expected to be required to spend at least half an hour convincing him this was an excellent idea with sound logical arguments – with the culmination happening in a more private location.
But Percy Weasley was dragging his lips from hers and sliding them down her neck, nipping at the skin as he went along, even as they could hear the strains of music from the party inside. “I’m, uh, a little surprised,” she gasped, not sure if she meant his excellent technique, the fact they were doing this here, or the fact he was actually attracted to her as well.
“Wanted you since the moment you started a the ministry,” Percy murmured as he pulled the neck of her dress further to the side, more fully exposing the hollow of her throat. “Maybe even before. Prim and proper for the most part – but once in awhile showing a side that was much more wild than that.”
She was not going to laugh at that, really she wasn't. It was just that he was the one who had prim and proper down pat, and ‘wild’ was about as far from an appropriate adjective for her as one could get. Hermione could feel a giggle escape – well, perhaps she was going to laugh a little. That caused him to look up, and she couldn’t help but shake her head. “I don’t know where to begin to show you how doubtful the veracity of that statement is,” she began.
“Hermione, the fact that you know the word veracity turns me on,” he replied in a voice so emphatic she couldn’t help but laugh again.
Whatever had gotten into Percy she wasn’t going to complain, not when his hand was on her leg, sliding under the hem of her dress and dragging it along as he slid his hand up. “Percy!” she gasped, in equal parts shock and desire. Even if he had apparently taken leave of his senses, that didn’t mean she had. But he let his hand drift further up, playing with the seam of her knickers, and she lost whatever objection she had been about to make.
And when he pushed aside the crotch of her knickers, sliding his fingers into her, she had to bite back a gasp, at least aware of the situation enough to know crying out would alert people inside to their presence. He kissed her hungrily again, even as he slid his fingers in and out, intermittently stimulating her clit as he went. Even as she came apart, he muffled her orgasm with his kiss, swallowing the noise.
If she didn’t know better she would think he had some experience shagging in public.
“Merlin,” she gasped as she came back to earth, her legs a pile of jelly, supported only by the wall and his weight against her. “What on earth was that?”
“An orgasm,” Percy replied in the smug tone he normally reserved for incompetent drones at work, or when dealing with his family.
“I know that,” Hermione snapped. She wasn’t exactly a virgin, although he might have guessed that considering what they had just done, and her past boyfriends had at least managed to make her come a couple times. “I just....I mean we....and you....out here!”
She broke off after that, determining that maybe she shouldn’t – what was that odd expression – oh yes, look a gift horse in the mouth. Overanalyzing would likely lead to no good, and as much as she was attracted to the organized and controlled Percy she worked with on a daily basis, she was developing an affinity for the one who was willing not only to kiss her, but to practically shag her outside.
“At least let me return the favour,” she replied wickedly, letting her hand drift down to his zipper, sliding it down and letting her hand drift inside his pants. Apparently it was really a night for surprises, because Percy also wasn’t wearing any underwear to provide a barrier between him and the fabric of his dress robes. As she let her hand curl around his length, he let out a low moan, and she couldn’t help but grin in satisfaction.
It was also at that moment that Lavender and Hannah, the largest busybodies in the Department of Magical Transportation decided to come out for a smoke – a nasty habit they weren’t allowed to indulge inside. Hermione let out a gasp as she saw them, praying they wouldn’t notice, but that was obviously too much to hope for.
She could hear them giggling like a pair of first years at Hogwarts when they noticed Hermione and Percy, and she could only be grateful at least the important parts were covered, even if it was blatantly obvious what they had been doing. And, she figured drawing her hand out of his pants now might make it even more obvious where it had been.
She could only sigh in frustration as the two of them dashed back into the hall, possibly out of embarrassment, but more than likely to spread the tale.
“I don’t suppose there’s any chance they didn’t recognize us?” Hermione asked shakily, pulling her hand out as he had unsurprisingly deflated the second he had heard the giggling of the other witches. And, it was probably best if they cleaned up and moved, possibly going to back to the party and pretending like nothing had happened for appearance’s sake.
She watched Percy give a rueful grimace, and she could remember every word of their conversation regarding the flimsy masks before. “Ok, likely not,” Hermione admitted.
Perhaps her comment about his unwinding not effecting things at the ministry had been a little less than, well, veracious.
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So I totally forgot that Percy was hot. Good thing you remembered. Loved the dialogue.
She wasn’t sure she had seen Percy properly smile in all the years she had known him – not even when the filing system had been reorganized to be more efficient – and the sight startled her. and “Hermione, the fact that you know the word veracity turns me on,” he replied... just amused me to no end.
Well done!
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It's gettin' hot
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Re: It's gettin' hot
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