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One Night at Mugs
By Rin

Summary: Percy takes Oliver to a Muggle-run club where they both get more than they bargained for.

This is my first attempt to write a story along this line. Trust me, you'll understand what I mean when you finish it. Please read and review. I'm curious to know what people think of this one.

Thanks!

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Oliver walked into the flat to find it empty. Glancing around, he wondered where Percy was. He was supposed to be home today. As he put his things down on the table, he saw the piece of parchment resting there, covered in Percy's neat script. Picking the note up, he read it's few lines quickly.

Oliver,
Go into the bedroom.
You'll find a surprise on the bed.
Love you
Percy.

Grinning widely, Oliver walked toward the bedroom, laughter bursting forth as he opened the door and stopped in surprise. Percy wasn't in there. Instead there was a large flat box resting on top of the bed. It was a plain white box tied with a gold bow. Looking at it closely, Oliver didn't see a tag or note so reaching down; he pulled on the bow and watched the charmed gift unwrap itself.

As the lid settled onto the quilt covering the bed, a gift from Percy's mother two years previous, he saw the shadow of something black under the pale white of the tissue within. Lifting the tissue back, Oliver saw a piece of parchment resting on top of the black fabric. Picking it up he read the new note from Percy, catching a heavy golden object as it fell from the paper, which had been folded around it.

Ol,
Put these on and use the snitch.
It's a port key that will take you to the alley next to King's Cross Station.
I'll be waiting for you there.
Trust me,
Percy

Lifting out the clothing Oliver could only grin at the fabrics the clothes were made from. Stripping out of his robes, he pulled on the soft, supple leather pants, reveling in the feel of them against his skin. Next, he put on the loose black shirt, only now noticing that it was some sort of soft mesh. Frowning at the shirt as he put it on, he shook his head and walked over to look in the mirror.

Once seeing himself in the mirror, he had to admit that the liked the clothes. The shirt, while mesh was only see thru enough to give hints of what lay beneath and the pants fit him like a glove, showing off his smoothly muscled legs. Walking back to the bed, he realized that there was another package at the bottom of the box. Pulling it out, he came across a pair of knee high boots made of almost the same leather as the pants. Pulling them on, he laced the tops closed and walked out to the living room, reveling in the comfortable walk the boots had to them.

Ok, Percy, here I come. The port key! Walking back into the bedroom, he grabbed the port key off the bed and stood next to the bed. As he began to say "King's Cross," he realized he was forgetting something. Walking over to his robes, he pulled his wand out of one of the deep pockets and placed inside his right boot. Never hurts to be prepared, he thought. As he straightened up, he activated the port key. The next moment he was standing in the darkened alleyway next to the old train station. As he glanced around looking for Percy, he noticed a figure step out of the shadows directly across from him. Standing still, tensing in case he needed to grab for his wand, he saw the flash of red hair as the figure walked under a street lamp. "Perce?"

"Hey there Ol," Percy said quietly. As he walked toward Oliver, he strode with almost a cat-like grace that Oliver had never seen Percy use before. Stunned by not only Percy's attitude but his clothing as well, he didn't even kiss Percy back when their lips met. "Well, that's not the exact reaction I was expecting. What's wrong?"

"You...um...wow. You look fantastic!" Oliver was taking in Percy's outfit. Black jeans, a black t-shirt and an unbuttoned black shirt covered Percy's trim, lithe frame. Boots similar to those Oliver was wearing were covering his legs. "So, why the clothes and the port key?"

"I have something I want to show you. You need to be dressed for the place." Percy smiled slightly as he turned and headed down the alley toward the street. Oliver trotted to catch up to him.

"Ok, so you going to tell me where we're going or are you just going to leave me in the dark?" Once they hit the street, Oliver was able to look at his lover and smiled as he watched Percy walk with an ease he never showed in their world. "What's up with the new you Perce?"

"I don't know. It might stem from being around the Muggles as much as I have lately. To be honest, it's quite confusing. Some of them are very tense and paranoid all the time, this usually being in the older generations, while the younger seem much more relaxed and casual about life. They are so different from us. It's refreshing to see life through their eyes." Percy stopped and turned to smile at Oliver who was gazing at him in amusement. "I did it again, didn't I?"

"Yes, Percy, yre ore over-analyzing things again." Oliver smiled softly and reached out to pull Percy to him.

"Don't, not here," Percy said quickly, glancing around as he stepped out of Oliver's reach. "That is one thing that is quite different in this world. I have found that they aren't as comfortable about same sex relationships as we are." Smiling a small apology at Oliver, he turned and looked up the street. Glancing about, he saw something and put his hand up and shouted. "Taxi!"

Oliver gaped as the car stopped in front of them. Stepping back from the curb, he started shaking his head quickly from side to side. "Oh no, you're not getting me into one of those!"

"Oliver? Come on," Percy hissed. Turning to the driver, he smiled slightly. "Just a moment please." Percy walked over and put his hands on Oliver's shoulders. "It's a car. What's the big deal?"

"One of those things almost killed me when I was a kid. I'm not riding in one." Oliver was white as a Hogwart's ghost as he continued to stare at the taxi and shake his head. "No, absolutely not. You're out of your buggin' mind!"

"Oy! You lot comin' or not?" The driver was sitting looking at the two of them with mild impatience.

Oliver glanced over Percy's shoulder and glared at him. "Piss off!"

"Oliver! Stop that this instant!" Percy's sharp tone brought Oliver's attention back to him. Percy glanced quickly over his shoulder and smiled at the driver. "Just a moment, please. We'll be right along."

"Whatever mate, it's your money." With this said, the driver turned his attention away from the two wizards.

"Oliver, please. It's too far to walk to the underground station and if we do that we'll be late. It's a ten-minute car ride. Please?" Percy smiled at Oliver, hoping he could charm him into it. "I'll reward you later..." Percy let the sentence trail off as he ran his left hand down Oliver's chest and began to pick lightly at the top of Oliver's pants.

Feeling Percy playing with his pants was almost more than he could bear. Looking down into his deep blue eyes, Oliver melted. Nodding grudgingly, he agreed. "All right, let's get this over with. If we crash and I die, I'm going to haunt you forever, you do realize that?"

Nodding dismissively Percy grinned and walked toward the car. "Of course. After you." Bowing with a flourish, he motioned Oliver into the back seat and quickly climbed in after him. Grinning quickly at Oliver, Percy turned his attention to the driver. "Do you know the location of the club ""?"?"

"Sure do mate. That where you boys are headed?" Seeing Percy's nod, the driver pulled back onto the street and drove along, leaving them to their thoughts.

"What's Mugs?" Oliver's question made Percy smile slightly, just enough to turn up the corner of his mouth.

"Don't' worry, you'll see it when we get there." Leaning back against the seat, Oliver reached over and put his arm around Percy's shoulders, pulling him closer. Sighing, Oliver tried to force himself to relax inside the car, or rather deathtrap-on-wheels, as he preferred to call them. Looking out the window, he watched the lights of London stream by in a blur.

About fifteen minutes later, the taxi came to a stop in front of a large building covered in light. "We're here. Go ahead and climb out Ol, let me pay the driver." Percy turned to the front of the vehicle as Oliver climbed out and gaped at the sight in front of him.

The place was enormous. The building itself looked to be about four stories high. There were lights and fluorescent tubing, Oliver couldn't remember if that was what they were called or not. The lights covered almost ever-available inch of the front of the building, making it stand out brightly but not looking too garish either. The line to get in the club was considerable. Groaning at the thought of the long wait, the felt Percy's arm slip through his and jumped. "But, I thought you said we couldn't do that here."

Smiling up at him, Percy squeezed his arm softly. "This area is one of the few exceptions. Don't worry. We'll be fine."

"Sure we will, have you seen the line to get into this place?" Oliver glanced at the line of patrons waiting to get inside with trepidation. "I don't know about you Perce, but I'm not looking forward to standing in line for three hours. Are you even listening to me?"

Percy was examining the line of people in front of him and nodding at Oliver. "Mm hm. Ah! There they are! Come on." Percy stepped forward, giving Oliver no other choice but to follow suit since their arms were still linked together.

"Percy, there's who?" Oliver was glancing around trying to spot whoever Percy had seen when he saw the shock of his life. "What the..."

"Percy! Oliver! You made it!"

Oliver stopped in his tracks, causing Percy to stumble slightly as he did so. "Hermione!? Hermione Granger? What are you doing here?" Oliver winced the moment the question had left his mouth. Her parents were Muggles, so of course she would know all about places like this. "I mean...it's just...oh, bugger!" It was then that Oliver noticed what she was wearing...or wasn't wearing might have been a better choice of words. Her outfit consisted of a small dark blue skirt that stopped about mid-thigh and clung to the shape of her hips. The shirt was white and very sheer showing a tank top the same shade as the skirt, cut deeply showing her more than ample assets. Her shoes were little more than sandals with heels that accented the thin line of her ankles. On another person, Oliver would have said they looked like a scarlet woman but on Hermione, it looked perfect, and judging from the looks she was getting from the men in line, that was exactly what she was hoping for.

Laughing sweetly, Hermione reached over and pulled Oliver into a hug. "Don't worry about it. I understand." Pulling back, she smiled up at him and reached over to hug Percy. "It's all a bit overwhelming when you're not used to it, isn't it Percy?"

Glancing over at Percy, Oliver raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him. "Oh? So you're telling me that Percy is used to this...establishment?" Oliver was trying not to laugh as he put on what he liked to call "Percy-airs".

"Well...it's just that..," Hermione broke off, looking at Percy to help her out.

"Yes, I have been here before Oliver. How do you think I knew what type of muggle clothing you would need?" Percy raised his nose in the air, knowing that Oliver would grin at him in a moment and that everything would be all right. One of the things that he had worried about bringing Oliver here was his love's tendency to be very protective and fiercely jealous. The last thing he needed tonight was having Oliver threatening to beat the bloody hell out of anyone who so much as looked at him in an improper way. "Besides, I knew you would enjoy this club."

"Club, where? Someone has a club?" Oliver was glancing around quickly, his fingers twitching as he fought the urge to pull out his wand.

Hermione giggled and had the grace to blush when Oliver looked at her oddly. "A 'club' is short for 'nightclub' Oliver." Oliver jumped as a new voice joined them and saw movement over Hermione's shoulder. Looking past her he came face to face with none other than Harry Potter, with Percy's younger brother Ron standing next to him, looking around with what looked to be a permanent blush on his cheeks. If Oliver hadn't been so busy trying to figure out what was going on, he would have gaped openly at the two young men. Both were wearing jeans that were so tight, the looked painted on and white tank tops, showing the smoothly muscled arms and outlining well-defined chests. The only difference in their outfits was the emerald green button down that Ron was wearing as a jacket. It was obvious that playing Quidditch had been good to both of them.

"What's a nightclub?" Oliver was in over his head here, he could tell that much. Looking at the four of them, he fought the urge to just Apparate right then and go home.

"It's a place where young muggles go to mingle and dance," Hermione said proudly. Looking at her directly, he saw her grin up at him cheekily and couldn't help but nod.

"Oh, all right then."

"Hey guys, come on! We're going in!" Harry called out to them. He was standing with Ron and waving his hand at them. Percy and Hermione grabbed Oliver's hands and pulled him forward and into the club.

*

Oliver stopped the instant he was hit by a wall of sound. The music was making the entire place vibrate. Buzzing over the wave of music were the mixed voices of the patrons of the club yelling at each other to be heard over the thumping bass and pounding drums from the music. As Oliver stared in awe around him, Hermione and Percy shared a smile with Harry. Ron was doing the same thing as Oliver, making the two of them seem as mirror images of one another.

"Wicked!" Hermione laughed at Ron's shout of joy. Oliver glanced over at Percy, his mouth open with a look that was a mix of fear and glee, and smiled shakily.

Harry walked up and threw a companionable arm around Oliver's shoulders, it was then that Oliver noticed how tall the younger man was now, and leaned in to say something. "There's a table over to the right, why don't we head over there and get some drinks?"

Nodding at Harry, he turned to find Percy and Hermione already at the table. Ron walked up and grinned at both of them as they walked to join the other two. Passing a table of young women, Oliver grinned as they looked past him to Ron and Harry, faces rapt with open lust. One of them caught his eye and winked at him. Not being able to fight the urge, he winked back and bit down on a laugh as she turned to her friends and began to talk quickly.

Reaching the table, he turned and saw Percy watching him with one eyebrow cocked at him, a small smile on his lips. "What was that? You should know better than to turn on that cursed 'Oliver Wood charm' on unsuspecting girls like that."

Ron and Harry, oblivious to the entire exchange looked at each other in confusion and shrugged their shoulders. It was then that Ron spotted the dance floor. "What are they doing out there?"

"They’re dancing Ron! Honestly, you'd think you never saw anyone dance before." Hermione gave Ron her typical 'you're being foolish' look. Harry grinned at Oliver and Percy before grabbing a passing waitress.

"That's not dancing! That's obscene!" Ron, whose face now close the purple was staring open-mouthed at the writhing mass of bodies on the dance floor, moving in time with the loud music. "There's no way you would catch me out there!"

Harry shook his head and told the waitress what they wanted to drink. After nodding as she repeated the order, Harry walked over and started watching the crowd. Oliver noticed him zoning in on a particular area and wandered over to watch over his shoulder. Once he saw who it was that Harry was so interested in, he grinned and leaned down a bit. "I can ask him if you want to dance with him, if you want."

Harry spun around quickly and blushed, stammering as he did. After a moment, he managed to regain his composure and shake his head 'no.' "Thanks anyway Oliver, but I don't really think it would be a good idea for me to get into anything right now." Harry instantly looked away from Oliver and watched the dancers again.

Oliver stood there for a moment, feeling abashed. He hadn't meant to bring up bad feelings. Before he could say anything to Harry, Ron walked over and handed Harry and Oliver their drinks. Oliver looked at his with mixed feelings. It looked more like something he would have concocted in Potions class with Professor Snape than something one would drink. "Uh, Ron, what's this?"

"It's Guinness, it's good. Trust me." Ron smiled at him and took a sip of the glass he was holding. "Have to warn you though, it's a bit heavy."

Nodding, Oliver took a sip from the glass and smiled a bit as the full-bodied flavor of the lager slid down his throat. "Not bad. Hey, where's Percy and Hermione?" Glancing around, he saw two drinks sitting on the table but they were nowhere to be seen.

"Um, guys...they're out there," Harry said, pointing at the dance floor. Two sets of eyes traveled to the dance floor along the line of Harry's arm to find Percy and Hermione dancing. Closely. Very closely.

Blinking at the couple, Oliver was transfixed by what he saw before him. There, on the dance floor, Hermione Granger, Head Girl and darling of Gryffindor house was grinding against Percy Weasely, the Assistant Minister of Magical Cooperation. And by grinding, he meant exactly that. If he didn't know better, he would swear they were having sex on the dance floor. Tearing his eyes away, he saw Harry staring open-mouthed at the couple.

"That's...that's...not right! That's my brother!" Ron's choked protest went unnoticed by the other two as they watched in pure fascination at the pair on the dance floor, who had already begun to draw a small crowd of admirers. Oliver could tell by some of the shocked faces and whisper being exchanged that they recognized Percy.

Percy and Hermione however, were lost in the music and each other. Not sure what propelled him to do it, Oliver found himself walking out onto the dance floor toward the pair. Walking up, he saw Percy had his eyes closed and his head back. Hermione saw Oliver and smiled at him. Winking at her, he moved behind her and placed his hands on her hips and leaned down to talk to her. "What should I do?"

Throwing her head back and laughing loudly, Hermione grinned. "Just move your body to the beat of the music. It's not as hard as it looks! Although, you might have better luck behind Percy."

Blinking down at her, he felt the blush creep up his cheeks. Glancing over at Percy, he found himself staring into eyes so blue and full of...dear Merlin, was that lust? Glancing back down at Hermione, he saw the mischievous glint in her eyes and walked around her and Percy.

Once behind his lover, he placed his hands on Percy's hips and leaned in until the bodies were touching from thigh all the way up to where Oliver had his lips connected to Percy's neck.

*
Oliver was so entrenched in the dance; he never noticed the new arrival to the club. Ron and Harry however did. "Harry, it's the ferret."

Glancing over to the door, Harry saw Draco Malfoy standing there, insolent smirk in place. He was dressed in his trademark black. Except his outfit seemed to be made of pure shadow the way it clung to him. The pants were so tight they looked like a layer of black paint over his long legs. The shirt, unbuttoned to the navel was soft velvet, the color of a starless midnight sky. On each arm he had a Muggle woman. That much was obvious to Harry and Ron because of their demeanor. No witch, be they a follower of the Dark Lord's or not would act like that around Draco.

Walking into the club, he glanced around, taking in everything with his cold eyes. Spotting Harry and Ron across the way, his smirk turned into a cruel grin as he glided smoothly toward them.

"Potter, Weasel. Figures I would find you here."

"Oh look, Harry! It's the Ferret! How are ya Draco? Get bored torturing small animals?"

"I thought I would come see how the common folk lived. Found these two lovely Muggle women to accompany me tonight."

"Tsk, tsk, what would your father say?" Harry said sarcastically, shaking his head from side to side.

"So, where's the Mudblood," Draco asked. Immediately after the question left his lips, his eyes fell on the dance floor, and widened considerably.

Turning to see, Harry saw that Percy was no longer in the middle of the trio but behind Hermione now. She was facing Oliver, who was leaning down with his forehead against hers and grinning. All three of them were sweating heavily, Oliver and Percy's hair clinging to their scalps. Hermione's had come undone from the tight ponytail she had it in to frame her face in soft ringlets. To the observer it was obvious that the rest of the world didn't exist for any of the trio as they danced.

"Hm...never thought I would see Perfect Percy loosen up so much. Must be a bit frustrating for you Ronniekins." Draco's voice lacked the full power of his normal sneer as he watched the show. "But, it seems the need to be knocked down a few notches. Come along ladies." Without another word, Draco led the two ladies onto the dance floor and positioned himself between the two of them and started to dance.

Within moments, the crowded dance floor made room for the six people and watched the spectacle. Harry and Ron pushed their way through the crowd and stopped at the edge to watch. It then that Harry got the full effect that Oliver seemed to have on the gathered people. The man moved like pure liquid. From the sway of his hips to the flick of his head as he and Percy held Hermione between them. Then almost as if he sensed the change in the air around them, Oliver's eyes came open and immediately landed on Draco. Grinning to himself, he leaned in closer to Hermione and pulled her hips closer to him and began to move faster, more in time with the pulsating rhythm of the music.

Hermione, lost to the music and the world around threw her head back and found her mouth quickly captured by Percy in a feverish kiss. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing! Turning to Ron, he saw his best friend gape openly at this new side of his brother that none had ever seen before. Ron turned to look at Harry and swallowed, visibly unnerved by the scene before him.

Then almost as quickly as it began, the contest seemed to die as Harry watched Draco stare at the trio and turn to storm off the dance floor. His plan to 'beat-out' the trio quickly becoming a no-win situation, Draco did his usual maneuver by fleeing while he had the chance.

Harry turned and grinned to Ron, who was also watching their nemesis flee. Turning from the spectacle on the dance floor, which was winding down as the music slowed, Harry found himself staring into a pair of blue eyes that he seemed to drown in.

*
Oliver heard the music die down and opened his eyes again, pulling in air in large deep breaths as his body fought to cool down. Hermione was leaning against his chest, wiping her damp brow with both hands while Percy grinned at him. Glancing around, Oliver saw Harry and Ron across the floor dancing with...wait a moment! Ron! Dancing?! Gaping at the younger Weasely, Oliver couldn't believe it. And then he spotted Harry. Grinding himself quite readily into the well-built body of the young man in front of him.

Percy and Hermione, noticing his shocked expression turned to see and started staring as well. None of them could believe what they were seeing. Not only was Harry dancing with someone, but it was another man! Then Hermione grabbed Oliver's arm and motioned Oliver down so she could speak into his ear. "Look at the girl Ron is dancing with. I think their twins!"

Raising his head quickly, he saw the distinct similarities between the two and nodded. Turning to Percy, he saw the answering smile and laughed. Looking at his dance partners, he saw both of the smiling tiredly and nodded at Percy. "Why don't we call it a night and head home, Perce?"

Percy nodded and then looked at Hermione. "Are you going to stay?"

Shaking her head, Hermione cast a glance across the floor to her two closest friends and smiled. "No, I think they've found their entertainment for the evening. I think I'll head on home."

Percy and Oliver took Hermione's arms and headed out of the club, much to the dismay of the gathered patrons, who were obviously hoping for another dance. Pushing the door open, the trio walked out into the night air, laughing with delight as they headed down the street. Instead of calling for a cab, Percy motioned to the far corner. "What do you say we just find an empty alleyway and Apparate home?"

"Sounds good to me," Hermione agreed. "I found an apartment on Diagon Alley so that'll work out just fine."

"Really? Our flat is just down from Diagon Alley," Percy said, nodding.

"Oh, I didn't realize that the two of you lived that close. I just assumed you would live closer to home or something."

Oliver smiled and shook his head. "I don't think Perce or I either one could handle living that close to home, what with both of our mothers trying to Apparate in at every chance they got."

Hermione joined them in their laughter and followed them around the corner. Once alone they separated themselves and Apparated quickly, finding themselves standing outside of the Ministry of Magic. Turning to the two men, Hermione smiled softly. "Well, my apartments just up the street."

"Hermione, our flat's right this way, why don't you come down and spend the rest of the night there?" Percy's questions caught both Hermione and Oliver completely off guard.

"Oh no, I couldn't," she objected. "I wouldn't want to intrude on the two of you."

"Nonsense! I'm sure you and Percy have plenty to catch up on. And besides, I'm wide-awake, I was just going to stay up for a bit and read some. Come on Hermione, join us for some tea at least."

Seeing the two of them torn between bullying or begging, Hermione laughed and finally agreed. "Fine! I can tell that if I said 'No.' the two of you would probably have wrestled me there anyway. Lead the way gentlemen!"

Motioning at the two of the she laughed in delight as they both, once again, took an arm and led her off.

*

Once inside the flat Hermione sat on the couch as Oliver went into the kitchen to fix the tea. Percy dropped down beside her and leaned his head on her shoulder, sighing loudly. "I must say, I had a smashing time tonight!"

"I know, it was fun, wasn't it?" Hermione turned to look at Percy and stopped as his lips met hers. Shocked at his sudden move, Hermione quickly gave into the kiss and opened her mouth letting Percy's tongue glide across hers in a smooth motion that brought a soft moan from both of them.

She wasn't sure how long they stayed like that but didn't protest when she felt Oliver's warm hands on her shoulders, pushing her hair to the side as he pulled it loose from the tie and kissed her neck softly.

After what seemed like a blissful eternity, Percy pulled away and smiled at her, his eyes twinkling. "Percy, I don't..."

"Sh, don't spoil it." Percy's soft command and a gentle hand placed on her lips silenced her. "Let us show you joy tonight. We know you're lonely. Let us share our love with you."

Finding no words to either protest nor agree, Hermione nodded and leaned in to kiss Percy again as she felt Oliver's hand slide around to remove her shirt. He was stopped by Percy. "Let's go into the bedroom."

Oliver said nothing, only climbed off the couch and held his hand out to Hermione. Looking up at him, she took it and found herself swept into his arms as he kissed her deeply. Oliver instantly took her breath away as he swept her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom, preceded by Percy.

Laying her gently on the bed, she watched as both men began to undress quietly, Oliver pausing only long enough to walk around the room and light the various candles and lamps, casting a soft glow over the three of them. Percy, now fully nude, lay down beside her and began to kiss her neck as he removed her shirt.

Percy raised her back slightly as he removed her white shirt and then slid her tank top off, bending down and scattering kisses across her chest and shoulders. Oliver slid her skirt down and removed her sandals, working his way up. Kissing her softly on the inside of her thighs and flicking a gentle tongue out, she gasped and arched her back and Percy claimed her lips once more.

Oliver brought her to the edge more than once, always bringing her back down to earth gasping in pleasure. She felt the bed move as Oliver slid between her legs, moving them up to rest around his waist. Looking up, she almost cried when she saw the gentle love in his eyes as he gazed upon her and his love.

Sliding into her, he closed his eyes as Percy climbed from the bed and moved behind him. Leaning forward, Oliver kissed Hermione gently and then moved down to her neck, she felt him stiffen and gasp as he moved down her cheek toward her neck. Looking up, she watched as Percy eased inside of Oliver and moaned softly as both men began to move in unison with one another.

Soon, the only sounds in the flat were the three people locked in each other's embrace as the moon shone down and the stars moved silently across the sky. Hermione arched her back as Oliver's pace began to quicken and his breath came in sharp, short bursts as he reached his peak. Pulling her up into his arms, she circled her arms around his neck and caressed Percy's chest. She could tell both men were close. Moving her hand up, she found Percy's face and softly brushed across his lips, he kissed her fingers and then leaned into her hand and began to move faster.

Oliver, answering his partner's pace, quickened and groaned as his orgasm hit, in that moment, Hermione bit her lip to keep from screaming as she felt Percy's throat stiffen. For a brief moment, the three of them floated in bliss, lost in the sensation their lovemaking had brought.

*

From the windowsill, Hermes and Sweep watched the three figures sleeping in the bed before them. Turning from the room, they spread their wings and lifted off into the night. As they climbed higher, Hermione turned in her sleep and pulled Percy closer to her as Oliver reached an arm over the two of them and smiled into her hair. Smiling to herself she watched Percy sleep, Hermione had a feeling that she wouldn't be keeping her small apartment much longer. Sighing softly, she placed her head on the pillow and felt Oliver move closer and sighed softly, sinking into a deep sleep.

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