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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Fantastic_Beasts_and_Where_to_Find_Them_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      Tina_Goldstein/Original_Percival_Graves
  Character:
      Tina_Goldstein, Original_Percival_Graves
  Additional Tags:
      Illvermorny_AU, Tina_is_a_first_year, Sexual_Coercion, Statutory_Rape,
      Size_Difference, Crying, Frottage, Clothed_Sex, Boarding_School,
      Classroom_Sex, Recruitment
  Collections:
      Anonymous
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-27 Chapters: 1/4 Words: 1248
****** She Thinks Him Soft and Lovely ******
by Anonymous
Summary
     MACUSA recruiter, Percival Graves, knows this particular hunger would
     be better off unfed. Though, an eleven year old student with no
     attachments and an eagerness to please feels like his own personal
     temptation from hell.
Notes
     ((So, this is probably the most ‘Lolita-esque’ piece of sin I’ve ever
     written and I was scared to share it with you… but also… I trust u to
     understand that Fantasy does not equal reality… but BE WARNED this is
     an experiment in “How creepy can I make this dude without making him
     repulsive?” Like, I want to write a really charismatic villain. ALSO
     Tina is a 1st year.))
She was the runt of the litter.  Tina Goldstein.  He read her name from the
list she’d signed and passed her the promised set of MACUSA themed sweets and
supplies.  She hadn’t met his eyes as she thanked him.  Her tiny voice
trembling with nerves.  He liked them nervous but was aware that a line had
formed behind her.
“My pleasure, Miss Goldstein,” he’d said softly.  He watched as her chin lifted
enough for her to look him in the eye.  He was seated and she was so unbearably
close, her tiny arms not able to reach as far as the older kids in line.  He
gave her the kindest smile he could fake as she seemed to size him up.  His
hair, heavy eyebrows, and earth-colored uniform.  Tina smiled faintly in return
and thanked him again before skittering off.
As always, he finished up the recruitment assembly with empty platitudes about
how the MACUSA was a family.  Something something. Brothers in arms.  Something
something. And don’t forget about our sisters. Something something. If you’re
in 7th year and would like to speak one on one with a recruiter. Something.
He hadn’t expected to find tiny, Tina Goldstein at his borrowed desk when he
settled down to start sign-ups.  He looked around the classroom as if mystified
about how she’d gotten in ahead of the admittedly short line outside and
without a key.
Perceptive, she tucked her little eleven year old head into her chest and
murmured, “I’m a hall monitor for my year.  Most unused classrooms will open
for me.”
Graves let the corner of his mouth perk up in a grin.  “They let first years
monitor halls, now?”
“I… no…” Tina took a little breath before seeming to settle on a proper
explanation.  “Not usually, but I asked to.  I was a bed monitor at my
orphanage.”
Graves tried not to let his interest show on his face.  “…before you were…
adopted?”
“I… my little sister and I still live at the orphanage when I’m not here.”
Percival cooed in feigned sympathy.  Something akin to what he imagined Tina
always saw on adult faces when she spoke about her living situation.  In
actuality, he couldn’t be happier to have found such a sweet young thing with
no attachments.  “You’re very mature for your age, Miss Goldstein.”
He watched as Tina blushed.  She liked being Miss.  Liked being called mature.
He continued. “I could trust you to do all kinds of grown-up things, couldn’t
I, Tina?”
Eagerly, Tina nodded her head.  A rapid and desperate agreement.  Graves hadn’t
sat, yet.  So, he kneeled before the chair she’d taken.  Placed his large hand
on her bony knee.  Far too much of his skin against the navy blue tights that
covered her thigh. “Why are you here, Miss Goldstein?  I asked for 7th years.
 Legally, all I can ask for are 7th years that are of age to sign over
consent.”
Tina’s little face scrunched up at the words.  Legality and consent concepts
that were still beyond her.  He wouldn’t clarify.  His words were meant to
confuse.
“I want the MACUSA to be me and Queenie’s family!” she expressed eagerly, her
little fingers pointing to the golden eagle badge on her chest.  Graves took a
moment to eye the changes she’d made to her Ilvermorny uniform.  The crest on
her cardigan was replaced by the faux Auror’s badge that had been included in
his recruitment set.  She wore the tiny eagle pin on the front of her overalls.
 She’d wrapped the decorative tinsel that was meant for decorating the insides
of lockers and trunks around her head like a patriotic halo.  He’d noticed it
immediately but hadn’t realized what was.  …partially because he was so
accustomed to marching out of the school at the end of the day over a bed of
discarded MACUSA swag.
The fact that Tina had immediately festooned her body with it was… endearing.
“Is Queenie your little sister, Tina?”
“Yes!”
“Is she as cute as you are?”
He watched as Tina blushed and rubbed a hand down the side of her face. He
couldn’t stop himself.  He wanted to at least feel the heat of her embarrassed
little face against his palm. He caressed her bare cheek. Smiled ever so
slightly as she closed her eyes and leaned into the touch.  Affection-starved,
he noted.
“You’ve got to be the cutest girl in all of Ilvermorny, Tina Goldstein.”
He couldn’t do this, now.  Couldn’t do this, here.  There was a line of
students outside the door.  All waiting to sign over their lives for their
country.  All there to help him near his regrettably high quota.
He also couldn’t -not- do anything.  “Miss Goldstein, can you keep a secret?”
She nodded confidently.  One firm jerk of her head.  Up then down.
His hand travelled down from Tina’s face to her neck and then to her
collarbone.  It finally settled over her chest.  “First years can’t join
MACUSA… but you obviously know how to take initiative.”
His pulse quickened as he looked at how large his fingers looked compared to
every inch of her.  “You, Tina, can be my secret helper and I’ll promise you,
right now, that when you’re old enough, you’ll be my partner and I’ll see to
your success, personally.”
“You’ll be my brother in arms?” she asked, the last three words coming out as
if she didn’t know that the phrase really meant.
“Yes, exactly.  I’ll be your big brother as long as you don’t tell anyone about
what we do, together.  I could get in a lot of trouble for allowing a first
year to be my assistant.”  He lifted his other hand to place over her chest.
 One gripping the cardigan’s replacement badge and the other thumbing over the
pin she’d added… then over her budding little nipple through her shirt.  Tina’s
breathing hitched at the contact and Graves realized he was going to have a
rather hard time getting through subsequent interviews.
His cock began to swell beneath his trousers as that single thumb continued
rubbing and rolling the tiny bit of sensitive flesh and Tina started to squirm
against her seat.
“It looks like you’ve attached your auror pin and badge very well, Miss
Goldstein,” he finally said.  His voice gruff and hands quivering as he pulled
them both away from her body.
“…O…oh…” she whispered as she clamped her thighs together.  Percival bit his
bottom lip to keep from commenting on her obvious arousal. He clenched his
hands into fists to keep from reaching out to part her little thighs and rip
through her stockings.  He pictured himself parting the lips of her eleven year
old cunt with his erection. Pictured himself holding her against his borrowed
desk as she cried and begged him to pull out.  He twitched beneath his
trousers.
“Auror Goldstein,” he said, his tone as official as he could make it.  Her head
snapped up and she saluted like the aurors he’d shown  in moving pictures,
earlier in the day.  He could have laughed at the display.  Face flushed, half
her cardigan hanging off a shoulder, and garnished with the patriotic black and
gold of America’s wizard government, Tina held her wand up and at attention.
 “I want you to go to the door and send the first student in, for me.  But
don’t leave.  When I’m done with everyone in the hall, you and I can get
started on your training.”
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