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It was a summer morning at the burrow. Y/N had arrived a few weeks before Summer ended because of her (sort of...) friendship with Percy Weasley. Percy was considered an overly serious prat by most, including his own family.
Y/N, however, seemed to view him differently; she took great pleasure in teasing him, and it was much more amusing with his stern personality. Both Percy and Y/N were quite similar, but in few ways; both were appointed Head Boy and Head Girl, and both would be starting jobs working under Fudge at the ministry by the end of this sickeningly sticky and hot summer.
Y/N had arrived that warm, dewy summer morning due to a mutual agreement with Percy that, since they'd both be working beside each other in the Ministry come September, they should figure out how to coexist better than when they were Head Boy and Head Girl together.
You see, the pair really did have quite a plethora of differences; it was as if it were the right brain and the left brain. Percy was a tall, curly red-haired, horn-rimmed glasses-wearing rule follower. He’d glare down his youngest brother, Ron, like he'd deserved to be thrown in Azkaban whenever he uttered too many curses, or you'd hear his British-accented voice bellowing whenever his twin brothers, Fred and George, caused trouble.
Y/N, on the other hand, was a loud-speaking girl who seemed to curse like a sailor and not follow the very rules she was supposed to enforce. She had come from a single father in America, who, in turn, spoiled her since she had no other siblings due to her mother's passing during Y/N’s birth.
She was half-blooded, unlike Percy’s pure blooded family; Though the Weasley were often regarded as ‘blood traitors’ and not real pure-bloods, which Y/N found utterly ridiculous, or in her choice of wording, ‘fucking’ ridiculous. Y/N had transferred to Hogwarts in 5th year, and from then on, the relationship between the pair seemed... complicated.
Back to that already-heating Summer morning, Y/N appeared at the Burrow's doorstep. Her luggage (with which she was sure Percy would say she packed too much) was clasped in her hands, and she stood, her hair pulled to a high ponytail as she sported an even deeper tan than her usual tone. She was clad in a light blue tank top and a pair of cut-off jeans shorts. Her tank top showed the tan lines of what seemed to be from a halter bikini.
She stood with an almost giddy smile. She was terribly excited to tease Percy like she did during their time at Hogwarts and to get to be up close with his large family, as well as the infamous Harry Potter, who’d be staying with the Weasleys this summer, along with Hermione Granger due to their friendship with Percy’s youngest brother, Ron.
Percy, of course, answered the door, giving her a brief look towards her outfit, especially where the curve of her breasts was and the tan lines that accentuated the area, but he quickly hid it, looking at her with an almost practiced nonchalance, though his ears could be seen tinging red. He was clad in a dark pair of trousers and a basic but ironed button-up, looking surprisingly… good-looking for how early it was. From what Y/N could see from the door, the rest of the lot in the house were sitting at the dining table with messy hair and pajamas, noshing on breakfast that Percy’s mother, Molly, no doubt beautifully cooked. (Y/N was so hungry that she almost didn't greet Percy once she smelled the breakfast.).
Y/N beamed, and she said in her contrasting American accent, “All dolled up for me, Perce?” She snickered a bit to herself at her own joke, like she always did, which always seemed to irritate Percy. Percy gave an unimpressed look, though she could swear she saw his cheeks redden slightly. Still, he'd never admit that. Percy simply replied with that usual curt tone “No, it's simply polite to look at least presentable when guests are coming over.” Percy let out an exasperated sigh after that statement glaring back to the dining table partially visible to Y/N from where she was standing at the door seemingly to particularly look at his brother Ron who looked thoroughly disheveled by sleep and was shoving a piece of bacon to his mouth letting out a noise of pleasure at the taste that would've been inappropriate if it got any more enthusiastic.
Y/N seemed thoroughly amused by the appearance and the noise his brother had slipped out at the food, she let out a quiet chuckle, but Percy had his nose wrinkled in barely disguised disgust, the look seemed all too familiar on his face, it was the same one he made whenever something wasn’t too his liking, which was anything ever to his liking? Y/N briefly thought to herself.
Percy turned his head back to Y/N, letting out a small sigh and shaking his head before he said, “Let me take your bags.” he looked at her expectantly. He pushed his horn-rimmed glasses up his nose before extending his arms and doing a small, impatient grabbing motion that bordered on petulant. Y/N smiled a bit wider at those words and the motion he did with his long fingers. She just nodded, and she said, “Thanks, Perce.” Percy had a habit of doing things that would best be described as ‘gentlemanly’.
This habit seemed to amuse Y/N not only, but she also felt a slight stir of heat in her belly. When he’d do things like this, it made her stop her teasing for a moment, genuinely appreciating this habit of his in more ways than just platonic or teasingly.
Percy took her luggage with surprising strength, lugging it up the narrow stairs of the burrow. While Percy took care of her luggage, Y/N took a moment to glance around the burrow. It was warm and cozy-looking, and it was full of more wizarding items than Y/N had ever seen in one room, even with her time at Hogwarts and her previous wizarding school, Illvermony.
After her brief glance around, she beamed before slipping her shoes off politely at the door. As much as she pleased in teasing and being a nuisance, she had a strong urge that she couldn't quite place not to be so well… obnoxious in front of Percy’s mother, Molly, and his father, Arthur.
Y/N stepped further inside, feeling the cold floor through her socks, and she gave a small wave as she stood at the foot of the dining table. All heads perked up at the arrival of Y/N, all seemingly too caught up with breakfast to have acknowledged her when she first came in, or maybe they didn't notice Percy getting up to get the door, since he was known to pace when lost in thought, and Y/N’s visit was something he'd been mulling over and anticipating. However, it was unclear if it was due to eagerness or not.
Molly seemed to spring up from her seat at the table immediately. The Weasley family and the others waved, momentarily pausing their eating. Harry gave a small but genuine smile, and Hermione made a small wave before nudging Ron to look up from his large plate of food and do so as well, making him almost choke out a bite of sausage. A warm smile spread across the stout Weasley woman’s face; her red hair seemed to match most everyone’s at the tables besides Harry and Hermione.
The woman beamed and she said, “Oh, welcome, dear! Percy's been talking about you non-stop! Oh, why don't you sit for a spot of breakfast?”. Y/N felt her own face light up at the sweetness of the woman. Y/N noted in her head that Percy had been talking about her so much, set on teasing him about it later, before she nodded and said, “It's delightful to be here, Mrs.Weasley, thank you for having me.”
She fiddled with the strap of her tank top a bit anxiously, which earned her a look from Percy's younger brother Ron that seemed pointed towards her cleavage. As soon as she glanced at him, his face reddened like a ripening tomato, and he looked at her as if he expected her to make a teasing remark. Her teasing and spunky personality were something she quickly became well known for during her time at Hogwarts, besides being the only American transfer at the school.
Ron appeared to shovel food more quickly into his mouth if that was possible, earning him a scolding look from Hermione and an amused look from Harry, who seemed to have briefly looked at her chest as well but was much more sneaky about it. Y/N felt a pang of anxiety in her already nerve-ridden body, wondering if she was dressed too revealingly, but then she just sighed, shaking it off. Why was she even so anxious about her impression anyway? She never usually cared, she thought to herself, yet she still didn't make any teasing remarks after this thought, besides giving a slight cheeky smile that made Ron eat so quickly he swallowed his breakfast almost like a lizard would an egg.
The others at the table didn't seem to catch the brief interaction as Y/N took her seat; she reeled in the sights of the mostly familiar faces besides the ones of Arthur and Molly, whom she was quickly beginning to like already. Fred and George said an oddly synchronized hello to Y/N, grinning with those looks they always had that showed they were up to no good.
Y/N grinned back before quipping, her teasing personality coming back, “You both are lucky that I'm graduated now, or you'd be in detention just from the looks on your faces.” Y/N snickered, and the twins laughed as well, albeit with a sneaky undertone that made Y/N quirk a brow as she took a bite of a sausage that Molly had put on her plate already, using magic to prepare her a plate of breakfast, and Y/N quickly forgot about the looks of mischief on the twins' faces.
She looked at Molly with wide, approving eyes before quickly swallowing and exclaiming, “This is delicious, Mrs.Weasley!” Mrs.Weasley gave an appreciative look, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she warmly smiled, and she said, “I'm glad you like it, dear.” She had the face of a woman who knew just how good her food was, and Y/N just nodded silently, agreeing with that look on Mrs.Weasley’s face, before taking another enthusiastic bite.
Y/N heard Percy descending the stairs, and following the sound, George got up with one long stride, grabbed a pot of coffee from the kitchen counter, with which he leaned across the table, and poured some into Percy’s mug that was beside his barely started breakfast. Then he turned to Y/N with a smile that seemed almost too genuine, “Fancy a cup?” Y/N simply nodded politely, still having the odd urge to impress Molly, though she usually would never ingest anything George or Fred gave her without extreme caution, given their track record.
Percy finally returned from upstairs, with a bit of sweat on his forehead, presumably from lugging Y/N’s luggage. Her head perked up, her smile widening as she swallowed a bite of food before he sat down across from Y/N. Y/N took a sip of coffee, and once Percy had sat down, he sipped at his coffee as well, giving his Mother a small appreciative look from behind his mug as if she had poured it for him. Y/N disregarded that with a quirk of her brow as she sipped from her own mug, and then her focus changed once Arthur spoke to her.
“It's nice to meet you, Y/N. You look quite like your father.” Arthur said with a kind look on his face. Y/N nodded and gave a warm smile. She had known briefly of Mr.Weasley since her father worked with him at the Ministry after his transfer from MACUSA. Y/N kindly replied, still reigning in her usual personality, “It's lovely to meet you, Mr.Weasley. My father always has the best things to say about you.” She gave a genuine, sweet smile that Arthur reciprocated, and then she took a sip of coffee again before her attention finally fell back to Percy, who was raising a brow at how proper she sounded.
Y/N smirked at Percy as the rest of the table fell back to their early morning conversations following her welcome and her small introduction to Molly and Arthur. Y/N nudged Percy's ankle with her foot, which usually would've earned her a scolding glare, but he seemed to be unusually flustered, his face beginning to glow red, his past quirked brow now to a sort of distressed furrow, and he sipped down his coffee anxiously, which seemed to make him look worse in a way. After Percy set his cup down, he immediately excused himself, going up to his room hastily.
Most at the table hardly thought twice about this, though Ron whispered what sounded like a cheeky joke to Harry, making him let out a small chuckle, and Hermione just scoffed and shook her head disapprovingly. Y/N almost cracked a cheeky joke about Percy leaving the table as well as she felt more settled and back to her usual personality over the past few minutes, but the words died when she began to feel hot in how she could only assume was also the reason Percy ran up to his room.
She felt her body heat a feeling of… arousal curling in her belly, much more intense than the small pang she’d gotten when he carried her luggage. She felt unbearably hot even in her clothing prepared for the dreadful weather of Summer. She felt a pang of mortification as a slickness could be felt between her legs, and she looked down instinctively. With the heat she felt, she was surprised that the growing wetness wasn't visible through her shorts.
Y/N muttered a shaky “I... I don’t feel well,” and she excused herself, earning a few looks from the table, mostly a very sympathetic one from Molly, who thought maybe some of the food wasn’t sitting well with her or Percy.
As Y/N hastily followed suit up the stairs after Percy, Molly muttered something about regretting changing a recipe that she’d made as a part of the breakfast spread. At the same time, Fred and George exchanged devilish knowing grins that were so familiar nobody seemed to blink an eye at them.
Y/N scanned for Percy’s room quickly, her body feeling as if it were on fire, her tank top slick with sweat, making it cling to her, and she wiped her forehead as her eyes went to the slightly ajar one with what sounded like heavy breaths coming from it that mirrored her own. Y/N walked inside the room, her focus falling to Percy.
His body was slick with sweat, the buttons of his shirt unbuttoned, his glasses askew, slipping down his nose as he lay sprawled on his bed, his trousers unbuckled and looked to be hastily tugged down a bit just enough to free what Y/N’s eyes were completely zeroed in on her lips parted and letting out a quiet, audible moan, the sight so intimate she should’ve been shocked but at the moment it was like an almost boiling heat had come over her.
Percy had a hand wrapped around his throbbing, hard length. It was long and slender like him, the head of it slick with precum, and he had a look of pure frustration on his almost sickly, sweat-slick face as he pumped his hand around his needy cock. Y/N felt painfully dizzy at the sight for some reason other than what could be placed as a normal feeling of attraction. Her inhibitions felt terribly low; she’d never seen one like this in person. Sure, she’d seen anatomy drawings and her fair share of gritty, rated R movies at sleepovers during her earlier life in America, but never hard, close, and seemingly begging for attention.
Percy’s gaze snapped up, and he weakly scrambled for his sheets in his overheated and flustered state, glasses slipping off his face as he let out a startled, mortified sound. Y/N’s body almost seemed to move on its own accord, closing the crack in his door behind her and wobbling toward his bed with half-lidded eyes before looking down at him. His eyes were wide, and his sheets partly covered his body, with his length still firm and visible through the cloth, precum seeping through.
Y/N felt the heat in her belly coil painfully. Her brows furrowed with a need that matched the twitch in his cock when he saw where she was staring. Percy muttered with half-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, “M.. Ah.. Oh Merlin…” he seemed utterly humiliated but also… somewhat relieved at her presence beside the bed.
Y/N panted a little as she stood, feeling her own need grow between her legs while gazing down at Percy, who also seemed to be staring at her, his eyes fixed on her breasts that looked even more pronounced now that her tank top was so sweat-slick. The air around them was filled with a palpable desire that seemed to drive them both near madness. Y/N then softly whispered, “Ah... Need help, Perce?” She tried her best to tease as she usually would, but she looked just as needy as he was, her eyes half-lidded and her chest rising and falling with every breath.
Percy let out an almost imperceptible groan, as if begging her for any form of release with just a look. Y/N immediately crawled onto his bed, her body moving on its own, shuffling over his sprawled legs, and shakily reaching for his askew glasses, attempting her usual teasing smirk, but it only came off looking undeniably hungry and needy. As she pressed the glasses back onto his nose, he gazed at her with a half-lidded, needy look.
She moved her trembling hands, quickly pulling her tank top above her head, causing her chest to give a soft bounce in her bra, making Percy let out a groan. She then hurried to tug down her shorts, but Percy propped himself up on his elbows, allowing himself to sit up. He let out a small groan as his length twitched beneath the sheets from the brief friction of his movements. He then began to work on Y/N’s shorts as she panted with heavily lidded eyes. She lifted her hips, allowing him to slide the shorts down her legs, revealing damp panties at her core. She let out a shuddering breath as he immediately dropped a hand, grazing it over the damp cotton.
Y/N’s head dropped to his shoulder as they sat on the bed. He then slid his trembling hand into her panties, feeling around her damp, slick folds before his thumb found her clit, massaging it a bit, and she let out a sharp gasp, her hips bucking forward, and she muttered, “Oh… Oh.. Just like that, Perce.. Mm..!” Her brows furrowed as she began to pant his name incoherently as his fingers worked her clit, and then she let out a sharp gasp as she felt him slide a finger in her tight, untouched core, making her clench around his finger as she clung needily, pressing her nose to his neck. She began to lazily mewl and suck hickeys to his flushed, freckled skin, making him let out a low moan.
He began to slowly push his finger in and out, making her gasp and moan with every movement, feeling some of the unbearable heat in her body quell a bit, and he groaned himself at the sheer amount of slickness on his hand from her core and how she clenched. Percy muttered some of his first real words since Y/N had found him sprawled and frustratedly trying to tend to himself in his room.
“Gods, you're so tight, Y/N… Fuck.” Y/N clenched harder around his finger at that. Even in her almost impaired state, she knew Percy never cursed, and the fact that she made him slip made her even more needy. Percy slipped another finger, making her squeak as she adjusted to the stretch of the added finger, and he began to sloppily kiss her, his cock twitching beneath the covers as he did so.
Y/N softly moaned into the kiss her brows furrowed as she needily rocked to his fingers and moved her lips with his wetly, he began to pump his fingers more urgently making her chest bounce in her bra with the force and making her feel so close she almost came right then and there, then she abruptly stammered out shakily her voice thick in barely contained bliss her hand slipping down to hold his wrist letting out a slight whine at the lack of friction from her own actions “P-Percy… wanna make you cum too..” she panted and gazed at him.
He seemed to breath more heavily his auburn curls frizzed from the sheer heat between them mixing with the steady rise of the summer sun through his window making the room feel even hotter “Ah… mmm.. Merlin you- you don't have to..” he stumbled the words out, a small shred of how he usually tried to act gentlemanly or proper in his words. However, the need was still so apparent in them, but then Y/N uttered “Mm… please Perce…” She practically whined her eyes so needy she almost looked desperate, which she was desperate at this point, desperate for any release, and that's what made Percy groan, almost gutturally, a sound Y/N had never heard from the stern boy before. He flipped her over onto her belly in one motion with more than the surprising strength she’d seen earlier when he'd taken her luggage.
He panted as he quickly tugged his trousers all the way off. He threw his shirt that was lazily hanging over his shoulders to the floor before groaning and pressing the head of him, still slick with precum, to the damp cotton of her panties, making her let out a sound of pure need, her ass arching up. Percy gave it a sharp smack, making her gasp in pleasure at the sting. Y/N incoherently mumbled “Mm.. Ah.. Fuck me, Perce…” Percy spanked her again and mumbled breathlessly, “Watch your mm.. dirty mouth…” the authority in his breathy voice making her clench around where she hopes he'd fill her soon.
He rubbed her backside a bit before swiftly tugging down her panties and audibly groaning at the sight of her slick core from behind, her arousal dripping to the sheets of his bed. Percy had never done anything like this before, and his mind was so jumbled at the moment that he didn't even have the mind to care. He took his hardened cock in his hand, pumping it a bit needily before rubbing the head to her slit, making her let out a shaky moan, her back arching further as if trying to will him inside her with her little wiggles.
Percy groaned, and he muttered, “I… tell me if I hurt you.” his voice was wobbly and full of barely restrained need. However, he still did that thing he always did, trying to be the gentleman, and it gave her a curl in her belly unrelated to whatever had gotten into her, making her feel an odd fondness in the heated moment. A lazy smile came to her face, her cheek pressed to the mattress. Y/N mumbled out her voice slightly muffled “Mm… just fill me up already, Perce… stop being such.. Mm.. Such a gentleman.”
Y/N let out that small snicker they always seemed to do at their own jokes, the same snicker that seemed to always irritate Percy, and with that in one swift movement as that annoying giggle hit his ears, without warning, he shoved himself inside her to the hilt, making her see stars and immediately quiet her laughing in turn for a completely pliant moan. Y/N let out a string of breathy curses as her taut hole tried to adjust to him, as she felt a feeling of pain mingling with immense pleasure. Then he reached a hand down, getting a fistful of her ponytail, making her head arch back, and he began to pound in and out of her, almost punishingly in force. Percy moaned at the feeling as well; his moans were practically yells, even in the heady state of uncontrollable and unexplained desire he was in. The feelings of pleasure pumping through his usually tense and rigid body still felt so overwhelmingly new.
Y/N let out loud gasping moans, the bed creaking with every thrust, and he smacked her ass between thrusts as his deep groans mingled with her high gasps and curses. It seemed at every curse she let out, he'd slam himself deeper, completely stretching her as he bottomed out inside her over and over. While muttering something under his breath that sounded like “Mind your mouth...” Y/N squeaked even harder as he reached a hand, grabbing her breast almost painfully in the pleasure it gave, and he began to tweak her nipple through her bra as she let out high gasps and whines, her curses becoming more filthy and fervent.
He began to slam into her tight hole even quicker, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, along with their gasps and moans, and the sloppy wet sounds of him pounding into her cunt. Her tight walls began to flutter around his cock, holding him in a near vice-like grip, and he let out a loud groan and pulled back all the way, almost slipping out, before slamming in to the hilt and spilling his seed deep into her.
Y/N let out a shuddering scream-like noise before reaching her own release, and she suddenly felt a whole lot less hot and her mind felt so much clearer… Percy panted, and he almost reluctantly slipped from inside her tight cunt, his cock softening, his cum spilling out of her, dripping from her cunt to the sheets. Her trembling body fell sprawled entirely over the now messy sheets of his once perfectly made bed before he collapsed beside her, his eyes wide and staring at the ceiling as he seemingly came down from whatever came over him as well, the heat from before seemingly subsiding after they had slept together.
Before either of them could even register what they'd done or what had happened between the two of them, or what even had come over them, a shriek came from down the stairs, “I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, PERCIVAL WEASLEY, GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!” Molly's voice rang like a gunshot. Y/N’s eyes went wide, and Percy went from flushed to pale in seconds. All Y/N could utter was a breathless “Fuck.”. It seemed that, in whatever state they were in while they were going at it, they didn't think about all the other people in the house just downstairs.
Meanwhile, downstairs, Fred and George exchanged looks that said “We fucked up,” and the rest of the table was utterly speechless. Ginny looked as though she was about to throw up with how disgusted she was. Ron's face was twisted in an expression that bordered between disgust and flustered. Hermione's face was a red that rivaled a tomato. Harry’s jaw was completely slack, and his glasses fell from his nose into his pumpkin juice.
Molly and Arthur were standing at the foot of the stairs, faces red with anger, wearing the looks of parents who may actually consider murdering their son. Fred and George, however, had faces of people who were shocked but also barely containing amusement, and George whispered, “Think our new invention was a little too strong Freddie.. Should we say it was our new Paradise potion we slipped into their coffee that had em’ going at it?” Fred shook his head immediately, and he whispered his voice now sounding almost thoroughly amused, “Never.”