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works/546856.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Penelope_Clearwater/Percy_Weasley
  Character:
      Penelope_Clearwater, Percy_Weasley, Argus_Filch
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Established_Relationship, Adolescent_Sexuality, Making_Out, Shame,
      Teen_Angst, Verbal_Humiliation
  Collections:
      Kink_Bingo_2012_(Round_Five)
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-10-27 Words: 500
****** Just Can't Get Enough ******
by Delphi
Summary
     He hasn't told her... Percy's life is one dirty little secret.
He hasn't told her.
"Well, well - what have we got here?"
He knows it's wrong. She's his girlfriend. They're meant to be honest with each
other. But if Penelope finds out he was caught, she'd never agree to meet him
after dark again. They have too much to lose if they're exposed. They're
prefects.
She kisses him the moment he slips into the empty classroom. The candles are
lit, and the spare blankets are laid out on the floor. He closes the door
softly behind him and lets Penelope pull him down beside her.
"What have you been up to, you little pervert?"
Their hands slip in the warm nearly-enough space between robes and
underclothes. The sound of Penelope's heavy breathing tickles his ears, and he
tries not to nervously strain to listen for footsteps outside the door. She
strokes his hair, her fingers winding tighter as their kisses grow slack and
urgent, and he feels the phantom twinge of Mr. Filch smacking him across the
back of the head before rough fingers fastened onto his ear and dragged him
off, kicking and protesting down the corridor.
"You're a nasty creature, Weasley!"
He's hard in seconds. He still can't manage it in her presence without blushing
so hard his ears burn, and when her fingers trail down his trembling stomach to
brush over the front of his pants, he's certain that this time his face will
catch fire.
"Panting around like a dog..."
His lips trace the soft length of her neck and the beautiful shape of her
collarbone. God, he wants to taste her down there, to put his mouth on her, but
he's half certain she'd be horrified if he tried it. Is that something people
evendo? All he knows is that the last time, afterwards, he licked her juices
from his fingers, and the smell and taste made him want to bury his face
between her thighs, and now he can't get the desperate thought out of his head
no matter how hard he tries.
"Ah," he gasps as she strokes him, first through the friction of fabric and
then underneath, warm and naked.
"Bothering nice girls..."
She's hot and wet to the touch as his fingers slide between her lips. He wants
to see her, wants to know what she looks like. He only knows her by sensation,
that strange landscape of crisp curls and slick topography that he can hardly
fathom, and then the place that gives way to a curving fingertip...
Dark, he thinks. Dark and flushed like her nipples, which harden under his
tongue.
"Dirty boy!"
The open air makes him shiver as his open robes slide off his shoulders, and
all he can feel is the frigid sting of the cold shower spray that Mr. Filch
shoved him under, clothes and all. His hips jerk, and he comes in her hand, his
eyes shut tightly and his body shaking.
So dirty, he thinks. So dirty, and he just can't stop himself.
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