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Chapter ONE - NOW
Percy Weasley
July 18 2003
Percy didn’t like dishonesty, telling lies tended to make his neck redden or cause him to stumble over his words– both were a dead give away, instantly getting him caught. Regardless of how sincere the intentions were behind a lie. He wouldn’t exactly say he was a fan of having to tell the complete truth either though.
So, when his new wife, Susan Bones (well Weasley), suggested they put a quarter drop of Veritaserum in their night cap before adding, “well, it can either be awkward sober or awkward funny, I much rather laugh about it than the alternative.”
Consummating their marriage was required per the Ministry’s guidelines. He didn’t have much of a right to be mad about it, he helped write the bloody thing.
But, Percy found himself nervous.
He planned, he bought a wardrobe for her, a vanity, a dressing chair, and did some expansion charms with questionable legality on his flat. Done everything he thought he needed to do in preparation to receive his wife into his home. Percy was prepared for this.
Or so he thought, until veritaserum and alcohol, combined with mandated copulation with the woman he’d orbited himself around intentionally over the last decade happened. That he didn’t prepare for.
He was going to be a sodding mess on the floor cause he’d pass out from the blush in his face migrating directly to his cock.
He watched Susan twist her hair up into a knot on the top of her head using her wand. Much like his sister would frequently do much to his mothers dismay. He shook his head. Percy could not think about his sister right now, let alone his mother.
He really hoped she didn’t make a habit out of that, putting her wand in the hair. He couldn’t have a report going through accidental spell damage because his wife was breaking one of the cardinal rules of wand ownership.
Merlin, he should have drank before this.
Susan Bones-Weasley
Helga, help her, how much did she drink? Probably not enough, and one measly Firewhisky wasn’t going to make her forget the law-abiding marriage she’d just entered with a virtual stranger. Two Firewhiskies didn’t help that much either to loosen her up.
Three Firewhisky deep Susan however, liked to think her ideas were great though. So with her small phial of “is that legally procured? Do you have a permit? Susan? ” she placed the tiniest microdose into their respective drinks.
Because how else do you get to know your ministry mandated husband? He wasn't a stranger though was he? Not really. This was the only option, in her relaxed, slightly tipsy mind.
Force him to tell you the absolute truth about anything, everything by use of a questionably legal potion consumption. She watched for a moment as Percy eyed her over the rim of his glass, the reflection of his drink making his eyes behind his horn-rimmed glasses look even darker blue than they actually were.
She’d always thought he was fit, in a studious, off-limits friend’s older brother sort of way.
Though she wasn’t actually friends with any of the Weasleys, she thought Ginny was pretty fit. Though now she would have to get to know them, being their sister-in-law and all. Her husband might have something to say about her calling her new in-law fit. Nice tits though.
“Okay, Percival–”
“Just Percy,” he sighed, adjusting his glasses, a habit she noticed he had years ago. She giggled, and slapped a hand over her mouth trying to contain it.
Where the fuck did that noise come from?
“Okay, just Percy, not very proper sounding is it?”
“My mother had a lot of children to name,” he deadpanned.
Susan frowned, how did that work when he was in the high end of the middle? And if he– oh. She knew what he was doing.
“Stop trying to delay, bottoms up.”
She wasn’t entirely sure what hit her first, the third drink, or the weightless feeling of the veritaserum loosening her tongue. She took the first moment to study her new husband . Objectively just Percy was attractive, if she ignored the sour, pinched face he made when he downed the remainder of his drink.
“Would you consider yourself an early riser?” She blurted out before she could stop it.
A tame question, the first she could think of.
Everything in his tidy flat pointed to the fact he was the type of person who liked routine, he probably even had a chore schedule taped to the ice box. On she would now be apart of. Helga help she he hoped he knew dish washing charms. Susan hadn’t ventured past the living room since they’d first arrived after their ‘binding appointment ’ deep in the bowels of the Ministry.
Not once had she left the grey couch she was sitting on, it’d been hours.
She might have to pee.
“In the morning?” Percy clarified, shifting further back into the cushion of the chair on the other side of the room he’d taken perch on hours ago. Finally he looked…minorly relaxed.
Thank Helga, he sat so rigidly it was starting to make her feel uncomfortable, current circumstances aside.
“The choices are either; the morning, or you’re quick to the draw…in other ways,” she snickered.
His frown turned into a soft (impressively so) scowl. “I do prefer to rise early…is that a problem?”
“Do you plan on waking me?”
“No…”
“Then, no. No problem at all. Little boring though, not very satisfying.” She paused briefly, “so what’s your opinion on morning sex ?”
She watched as Percy choked on his own spit.
Percy
He knew that the “game” was going to go there eventually. Inevitably it always did. He was old enough to have experienced recreational uses of veritaserum before, but somehow it still shocked him when the questions came from Susan’s pillowy, soft lips.
He wondered on more than one occasion what it would be like to properly kiss her.
Barely able to remember the last time he did, he flushed– a terrible lie. He remembered it vividly. Percy remembered the feeling of those lips wrapped around his cock. And imagined it almost every evening since their encounter two years ago.
“No opinion on morning sex? I find that hard to believe, I seem to recall you waking me up for round two before you sobered up completely, and bolted from my flat like you’d committed a crime.” Susan snarked crossing and uncrossing her legs.
He clocked the movement. She was nervous, that much was obvious to him. He felt his skin flush, embarrassed as she finished her… truth ? Because he had done that, ‘bumped’ into her in the pub and then bolted from her flat when he sobered up realizing he was still too broken to give her what she deserved.
She’d been dancing that night, her red hair a beacon.
Godric, Susan was perfection.
She continued talking, her next questions following the conjuring of a glass and using aquamenti .“A sin maybe, but not a crime.”
He watched her lips on the glass. Pink. Lucious. Perfectly sinful .
He’d worshiped the memory of the taste of her cunt for two years. Marriage law aside, special privileges aside…Choosing her, out of all the eligible witches aside. This was still a better outcome than he could ever imagine.
For once. Percy was getting what he wanted.
Susan snapped up straight on the couch, then swapped positions crossing her legs and leaning back into the cushions. “Well, I’ll continue then. How are you resisting this stuff? Left or right, I don’t mean the side of the bed either.”
Percy sighed, he’d forgotten this about her. This amusing yet exhausting piece of her sense of her personality. She liked to yap. “What do you mean, Susan?” He’d not drunk as much as her which furthered the effects of the potion. A fact he was using to his advantage.
“Tit, pick one - my left or my right?”
Susan
Percy gave a long suffering sigh that made her giggle.
She fucking giggled. Again. She needed to chug more water.
“Morning, always if it's an option, and right.” He blurted quickly and frowned, having answered more than her last questions. Susan laughed gleefully at his expression.
“It finally kicked in then? Excellent!” She cheered sitting forward on the sofa. She’d been so restless since she’d taken the veritaserum.
“Please don’t ask me anything that would get me thrown in Azkaban if I told you.”
She paused, finding herself slightly uneasy before exclaiming,”what the fuck kind of secrets do you have?”
The look he gave her reminded Susan freakishly of their school days. The disapproving Head Boy that helped her pick up the contents of her torn bag whilst also attempting to hurry her along.
“The kind that would –” he seemed to fight the effects off for a moment to chastise her. “Susan, please don’t ask me any more about it!”
“What’s a fantasy you have, or wait – let me rephrase” she paused for a moment taking in his apprehensive expression. He’d begun to breathe a little heavier, and she was almost certain it was because he was turned on. “How does this go, tonight – if we had to curate the experience, exactly to your taste? What do you like, Percy?”
She watched him closely, listening as he released a long almost shuddering breath.
“Tonight, I’d like to see you spread on the chair in my bedroom, our bedroom. Right in front of the window. I want to see your cunt dripping on the velvet where anyone could see you.”
Susan attempted not to blush, but the confidence in which he uttered those words made heat bloom low in her stomach and her clit throb. She braced herself slightly for his turn, only to bristle at his question.
“Do you want children?”
“How about sooner or later, not now but one day? We are bound to have at least one child per the marriage law - so, eventually .” Her tone stayed even, the bitterness when talking about the finer points of the marriage law fresh. To fight it at this point? Why? They were already married, in this now because of the law. She’d married one of the main implementers of the law. He’d literally written it.
There were far worse wizards than one she fancied in the past.
Maybe she would fight injustice tomorrow, embarrassingly she found herself rather flushed.
And talking about children, she didn’t want to think about that just yet.
The actions that made children though…Susan definitely wasn’t opposed.
“We’ll talk about it soon though? Another night, yes? Agreed?” He questioned imploringly. Eyes scanning her expression worriedly. Like they didn’t have the rest of their lives, like she had the option to turn and run. A way to break the bond, she didn’t.
Frankly, she didn’t want to.
“Agreed.” She said, head cocked to the side trailing a finger down her cleavage, lowering her tone while asking, “Would you rather watch ?”
“Watch, and participate.” He answered factually, eyeing her hand. Voice tight as the veritaserum pushed the answer out. His face getting more red by the instant and she felt him watching her fingers trail down her stomach.
“I’ll make sure to always give the option,” she replied.
“Is participation not always an option?”
“Yes.”
He stared at her for a moment, before asking - “Tea or coffee?”
“I’m English,” she then answered regardless, in case it wasn’t obvious, “tea.”
“Post coital preferences?” She asked.
“Cuddling.”
Susan almost laughed, Percy Weasley liked to cuddle? That did not seem like him, but also – if anyone had ever denied him of that she suddenly wanted to find them.
“Window open or closed?”
“Open,” she paused, then asked him. “On that note. Do you like…being seen?”
She already knew the answer, obviously he did. Or at the least the idea of her being seen appealed to him. She doubted that changed, it was thrilling— the prospect of what was yet to come.
Her, hopefully .
“Yes, but you knew that.”
Leaning into the loose feeling that the veritaserum allowed, she opened her legs slowly, dragging a finger up the inside of her inner thigh. Running lazy circles, looping her finger smoothly across freckles that were scattered on her pale skin. Looking up, she locked eyes with Percy, feeling her knickers grew more damp when met with the reflection of herself in his glasses.
“Well…watch or participate Mr. Weasley?” She smirked, watching the blush creep up his neck. Once upon a time, she would not have thought she was anywhere near bold enough to do something like this, but the need to be honest was making her more bold.
Percy watched as she pushed her knickers to the side sliding a finger into her slick cunt.
He swallowed visibly.
“Maybe you should join me,” she urged, staring pointedly now at the bulge steadily growing in his trousers. “Or maybe…you’d just like to watch for a bit?”
He seemed to contemplate his options for a moment before standing from his chair and walking towards her. Hand outstretched.
“Join me in our bedroom.” He said, blue eyes locked on hers. His penetrating stare made her stomach flip in excitement.
His insistence drove her to stand. Closing her legs, she rose from the couch and slid her hand into his. He inspected her fingers for a brief second, and she flushed thinking about what that hand had just been doing.
“Yellow or red?” asked Percy, hand wrapping around hers. She glanced down only briefly to see his fingers curl around hers.
“Red,” she answered, allowing him to lead her into his bedroom. A large, red velvet covered chair stood in front of a vanity. Something you would usually find at a posh dressing table, but as they entered the room a wave of Percy’s hand had it sliding, centering itself in front of a large open window facing a row of flats across the street.
Susan watched the curtains flutter in the breeze for a moment before turning her attention back to Percy. Eyes locked on him, she allowed herself to be led to sit in front of the large window. Candles lit the room casting soft shadows while light from the flats across the street and setting sun cast dull streams through the window. “You remember what we discussed last time, in regards to my limits? Have yours changed?”
“No,” she breathed, watching as he moved to stand a few feet away out of the window frame. His one hand reaching for his belt buckle. She leaned backwards once again hiking her wedding robes up around her thighs.
Movement behind some curtains in a window directly across the street caught her eye for a brief moment before Percy’s voice, deep with desire, prompted her.
“Spread your legs.” The command ended with the sound of his trousers unzipping, she shivered.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, hand fisting his already hard cock. She watched, each pump, each stroke of his hand growing more wet with every pass of his hand down his shaft.
How had she become the one watching?
She licked her lips.
Unconsciously, her hand raised up stroking a long pass from her covered breasts down her torso.
“Are you feeling particularly sentimental over your dress robes?” Percy asked, and Susan wasn’t sure if he’d mistaken her cress as an admiration for the garment. She shook her head, looking down briefly at the silk cream coloured set of robes she’d worn to the Ministry that afternoon.
“No, not particularly .”
“Vanish them,” he urged, and she did. The one spell she could do wandlessly, encouraged for all trainees to know through Healer training.
Sitting, now completely naked, except her knickers, Susan stood turning her back to him. Bending slightly, arching her back to further push her arse out, she slowly pulled her knickers down her legs. Stepping out of them, she took her seat on the chair once more.
Meeting Percy’s eyes, she found the blue deeper than she’d ever seen it, his ministrations on his cock having slowed to a much more drawn out pace.
“Show me how you touch yourself,” he ordered. The tone wasn’t as sure as the others, and she half expected him to add ‘please’, but, thankfully he didn’t.
Reaching down to her clit that’d grown needy, going straight for the place that would give her release quickest. Skin pricking with desire, and the innate sense of being watched heightening every feeling she was having. One pair of eyes was enough, the potential for more? Moaning at the thought, she circled her clit with one finger teasing before slipping two fingers into her slick cunt.
“Still, just want to watch then?” she asked, holding back another moan when his gaze connected with hers once more. She leaned back on her elbow, spreading her legs further apart, angling for a fuller view of her body.
“Do you like that? Knowing I’m watching– knowing that the flat across the street has a full view of your cunt for when you cum for me?”
“Percy…” she gasped, fingers slick as she worked herself. Her pace quickened at the sound of his pants sliding down his thighs filled the room.
“Do you like knowing I’m hard for you? Knowing that I’ve thought about you nearly every night since-“
“Percy!” Susan interrupted his confession, he couldn’t go there. She didn’t want to think about that night. She needed him to concentrate on this night.
“You’re going to stop.” Percy suddenly said firmly.
She paused, chest heaving and cheeks flushed. “Wh-what?”
“Now we’re going to let that pretty cunt drip all over the chair, and you’re not to touch yourself again. Stand, please. Beside the chair.”
Had she not just been on the brink, she might have argued. Deny herself further though? No .
Wanting to tease him just as much in that moment Susan circled the chair slowly, dragging her finger along the velvet upholstery leaving a trail in its wake.
She watched his jaw clench as she eyed him, his hands pressing into the side of his thigh as he stood, now completely naked in front of her. Susan looked at the pile of discarded clothing on the floor raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t even fold it?”
A flicker of a smile pulled at his lips briefly.
She turned her back, propping a leg up on the chair. “Since you’re so eager to talk about last time, why don’t you show me what you remember, Mr. Weasley .”
The swat to her arse was almost instant, he cupped her plump burning cheek, rubbing the sting away breathing, “I remember every moment.”
Susan groaned as one of his hands slid to grip her hip, two fingers from the other swiping at her slick slit.
“I remember how you liked this.” His wet fingers drag down her slit, other hand moving to her breast to pinch one of the hard pebbled nipples between his fingers.
Susan’s head tilted back, bumping into his shoulder as her lips sought his. “ Percy. ”
He hummed, and she could feel the vibration against her head, he kissed the top of it, hand dropping back to her waist. “If I remember correctly, you also, like this.”
She moaned as he slid his length into her swiftly from behind.
“Good girl .”
Susan leaned forward, an arm steadying her along the back of the chair, the next buck of his hips drove her forward, she stifled her next moan.
“I want to hear you Mrs . Weasley.” He said, increasing his pace, one hands long fingers teasing her clit, while he drove into her slowly from behind. Exactly how she liked.
Matching his pace Susan straightened her stance, reaching back to pull Percy’s head towards her, capturing his lips in their first kiss of the evening.
She felt his lean muscles against her, his grip on her hip tightening as his pace increased. She moaned into his mouth as she felt the knot in her stomach tighten, coiled and moments away from springing as Percy delivered a light pinch to her clit.
Susan moaned through her release into his kiss, her undoing making her suddenly too sensitive and leaving her still wanting all at the same time. Percy abruptly pulled out, and she almost pouted at the loss of contact glancing back to see as his glistening cock in one hand, working himself at an unforgiving pace. She could feel him rocking against her, gaze hot on the back of her neck.
She took a moment to catch her breath, hearing a deep muffled moan as he leaned forward, nipping the lobe of her ear.
She felt seen, she felt spent…she felt unbearably turned on by the sound of her now husband finishing himself. What could have been minutes or seconds, she didn’t know but with a groan he finished, she felt the wetness of his cum on her arse. She didn’t mind, that’s how he’d finished the first time they’d been together two years ago.
Consummation was consummation, and she'd known they’d technically fulfilled the requirement of the Marriage Law but, she couldn’t help wonder why he’d not…
“You said you didn’t want children yet,” Percy said, breath coming out in pants. She turned to him slowly, he already vanished his cum from her skin.
Gesturing to her arse he gave her an expectant look as if that was the only explanation needed.
She smirked, realizing Percy Weasley didn’t realize just what Hufflepuff he married.
“Next time,” she paused, looking up and down his torso noting the flush on his chest crawling up his neck, “cum down my throat.”