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Potter's Loss, Weasley's Triumph
By : Henry1995
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A screeching noise echoed across the quiet office for the third time that afternoon. Ron Weasley knew it could only mean one thing—the enchanted, Merlin-be-damned photocopier was stuck again. He thrust his hand into his robes, pulling out his wand, and sighed deeply at the task ahead.
Walking to the enchanted muggle contraption he pointed the wand at the device and began to run a series of diagnostic spells. At 23 years old, Ron hated his job. After the first Wizarding War had been won, the more “progressive” elements in the Ministry had assumed control and implemented a bunch of new changes that had left the stodgy old traditionalists reeling. One of those had been the use of enchanted Muggle technology to increase efficiency. Ron snorted. *What efficiency,* he thought sourly. The damn machine broke down at least once a day.
When he had landed the much sought-after role as the newest, most junior member of the Department of International Cooperation three years ago, Ron had believed it was a stepping stone to success. He had been wrong.
Ron had barely graduated from Hogwarts; nonetheless, despite his grades, he had believed he would be able to land a prestigious post at the Ministry. In the real world, that was simply how it was done. As a pureblood from an old family, he was all but guaranteed a decent position while half-bloods and Muggleborns had to struggle to prove their worth. After all, his own father despite lacking ambition had moved up the ranks until he headed the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts office. Ron had ignored the many voices of his friends and teachers warning him about it being a new world or some such nonsense, choosing not believing them.
At the beginning with great enthusiasm, he had applied for all the jobs he could, even the ones for which he had no qualifications or experience. In the end, he had found his friends’ warnings to be true, much to his chagrin. Having drained the last of his funds after living in the Leaky Cauldron, he had no choice but to move back home with his parents. His mom had been ecstatic at having her baby back, but Ron could see the disapproval on his father’s and older brothers’ faces. His sister hadn’t even bothered with her usual cutting remarks; she had looked at him like he was a pile of dragon dung not worth her time.
After weeks of sulking around his parents’ house, Ron had approached his father, asking for his help. Arthur Weasley had simply shaken his head at his youngest and told him he would do what he could. And he had. Much to Ron’s surprise, the man had called in a favor from Bartemius Crouch, the head of the DIMC, for a menial job as an assistant in the DIMC’s Overseas Trade Office. Initially, Ron had been very pleased with his new job. A job in the Overseas Trade Office could be the start of a brilliant career. The office handled the Ministry’s trade with foreign ministries. It was one of the most prestigious divisions in the DIMC. Barty Crouch himself had started out in that office many decades ago.
But much to his annoyance, Ron was still there three years later, still just an assistant—a junior assistant, no less—and the lowest-ranking member of the office, still doing the least important work. The enchanted piece of junk needed to be replaced, but he knew his boss would never replace it soon, not when she had submitted a report last week informing her superiors that every piece of enchanted Muggle technology in her department was fully functional, thanks to the efforts of the staff.
Virtually everyone in the Ministry loved Lily Potter, wife of Senior Auror James Potter, the decorated war hero and mother of the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. Everyone except Ron. She was the head of the Overseas Trade Office and he despised her. Ron’s feelings for the witch went back many years when he was still at Hogwarts and was friends with her famous son, Harry. He could still remember his visit to the Potters’ cottage in Godric’s Hollow. Although calling a five-bedroom house a cottage was a bit of a stretch, in his opinion.
In the beginning, she had been perfectly friendly to him, but as time passed, Ron could tell her her opinion of him was changing. By the time the summer ended, she had all but told him to his face he was not welcome back to the Potter residence. After school had begun again, Ron had put the matter out of his head, convinced he had just imagined it. But when the next summer rolled around and Harry had declined his invitation to the Burrow and made no move to invite him to the Potters’ house, Ron knew he hadn’t imagined it. Many of the letters Ron wrote to Harry went unanswered and the few that did were polite, almost formal.
The two friends met again at Hogwarts and Ron could tell Harry was trying to keep a distance from him. Initially Ron decided to let his friend have his distance, perhaps it would remind him of their close friendship and make him come running back. But that wasn’t what happened. Harry had begun to branch out and make new friends, becoming even more popular amongst his peers. Ron watched from afar as Harry moved on with his new friends, he missed his friend, but his pride would not allow him to approach Harry to rekindle their fading friendship. By the time the next summer vacation came around, Ron didn’t even bother inviting Harry over.
After graduation, Harry had gone on to join the Tornadoes as their star Seeker, while Ron had ended up working for the witch who had ruined the first - and best - friend he ever had. She wasn’t a bitch—not in public, at least—and even Ron would admit that. If she had been openly cruel or dismissive, then perhaps Ron could have filed a complaint, gone to her boss, anything. But that wasn’t the case.
Lily Potter seemed perfect in almost every way. She was in her 40s, although she looked about 25. The beautiful redhead had built a successful career in her own right without using her husband’s name to her advantage. Thanks to her beautiful face and ample bosom, people fawned over her. If she was talking to you, she made you feel like the center of the universe—an ability to make people happy simply by being interested and tactile in conversation. A gentle hand on the arm here and a fake laugh there; Lily Potter could light up a room within minutes of entering.
And that was the problem for Ron. He was unsure how his relationship with Lily had come to be so nonexistent. The witch who had broken up his friendship with her son appeared to dismiss him completely. She was not mean to him and she was certainly never rude. But she ignored him, as if he was beneath her notice. And he knew she was ruthless when she needed to be. She openly dismissed his ideas and opinions every single time. She seemed to act like he was little more than a burden.
Worse, Lily had always favored others, leaving Ron to watch on enviously as his peers were promoted and later even wizards and witches who had joined after him. His yearly reviews received nothing apart from a “Satisfactory” or ''Acceptable'' rating year after year. So he was regarded highly enough to fix Muggle junk and make sure the trains ran on time, but that was it. The truly important things never landed on his desk.
He had tried to approach Lily to meet the situation head-on. She’d simply laughed off his complaints with a heart-warming smile and a flutter of her long eyelashes, assuring him that his time would come. But the cold look in her beautiful green eyes had made the truth clear to him. Ron had retreated into his shell, dreading coming into work and facing the rest of the office. He was now the longest-serving junior assistant the department had ever had—and had even earned the dubious nickname “Weatherby” after Barty Crouch had mistakenly called him that a year ago when he inspected the department.
He detested that word. He could feel the mockery attached to the nickname every time his coworkers uttered it. Ron ran a hand through his long, greasy red hair and cast one last spell on the useless Muggle thing. Finally sighing in defeat, he decided to go give the bad news to his boss. Ron checked his watch. It was 3:45 p.m. Lily was closing their part of the office at 4 p.m. today to take everyone in her team for drinks at the Three Broomsticks.
He stood up, trying his best to remove the creases in his robes. Fully aware of how the news would go down, Ron shuffled over to Lily’s office and knocked once. She was talking to someone on her muggle computer but summoned him inside, casting a privacy spell to keep her conversation private. In this part of the Ministry building Lily had the only office. The rest of the floor was open-plan with Ron taking the unwanted desk right in the middle.
Ron looked around the meticulously clean and well-appointed office, with not a single paper out of place—a far cry from his lowly desk. Wearing a tight-fitting green top that brought out her eyes and tight black trousers, his boss looked immaculate as always. Out of the corner of his eye, Ron watched her substantial chest rise and fall as the boss spoke into the computer. The loosening of Ministry restrictions to allow for Muggle clothes was one of the better ideas that the progressives had implemented, in Ron’s opinion.
He shifted his weight slightly to hide his growing erection. Misinterpreting this movement as a sign of impatience Lily finished the call put down the phone and turned to him. She did not attempt to hide her disapproval of his attire frowning as she surveyed Ron’s creased robes.
Lily raised her eyebrows quizzically. “Is everything OK, Weatherby?”
Ron tensed but outwardly did not show even a hint of anger at the use of the loathed nickname. By now, he was well trained at burying his feelings. At times, he felt he had been split into three characters—Ron the person, Ron the professional, and Ron the whipping boy for the rest of the office.
“Mrs. Potter, there’s a problem with the photocopier that I can’t fix. We’ll need to call someone from magical maintenance to deal with it.”
He watched her sigh, knowing she was already thinking about the report she had filed stating the department’s equipment was in perfect working condition.
“Are you sure there’s nothing you can do? You’ve been able to repair it previously.”
Sensing the barely hidden frustration in her voice, he spoke quickly. “I’ve spent the last 30 minutes trying to get the thing working again, but it’s beyond me. I think there’s something wrong with the machine itself, not the spells....”
She waved her hand dismissively to stop him mid-sentence, uninterested in the technical details of the issue. “Okay, Floo-call the Department of Magical Maintenance and have them send someone who has experience dealing with these kinds of enchanted objects.”
Ron nodded. “Not a problem. I’ll arrange for them to come first thing on Monday morning.”
He turned without waiting for an answer, eager to make the Floo call and begin to prepare for the evening’s night out. Lily spoke as he reached for the door handle to leave. “The office has a meeting with our counterparts from Belgium at 10:30 a.m. on Monday morning. They want to discuss buying some Welsh Greens for their new dragon preserve. We’ll need print versions of the agenda and latest figures for all senior department members by Monday morning by 8. The documents are only stored on my computer given the sensitive nature of the information on them. We need the copier back up and running. It has to be done tonight. I realize this is not fair, but I need someone to stay here and make sure someone from Magical Maintenance shows up and takes care of it.”
Ron’s heart sank. He knew what she was saying, even if the exact words had yet to be spoken. “So let me get this straight. You want me to wait for them tonight and get the machine fixed before leaving?”
Lily tried to express sympathy. “Thank you, Ron. That’s exactly it. I know it’s the office party tonight, but the role of the junior assistant here is to make sure the office runs smoothly. Going out for drinks while the copier is broken wouldn’t be very professional or good for future career prospects, would it?”
Ron was certain he could hear a touch of mirth in her sugary voice, watching her fulsome lips move but not listening to the words. No matter what was said, the truth was simple. His night out was ruined. He spoke through gritted teeth, refusing to make eye contact with his boss. “Fine, I’ll stay.”
“Glad to hear it. We’ll have a pint waiting for you at the party.” Lily flashed her winning smile at him again but turned back to her screen before her sentence was finished. Her concern for him was superficial at best. Shoulders slumped, Ron left the room, closing the door behind him. Someone needed to teach his hot boss some empathy. And he would love to be around when it happened.
Ron glumly watched as the others departed for the pub, leaving him behind alone to wait for the repairman. Several colleagues showed sympathy, giving him half-hearted hugs and slaps on the back reassuring him that he would still make the party. Despite what anyone may have thought of him Ron was clever enough to realize that being too friendly with him was toxic for anyone wanting to advance their career at the Ministry. He was now deadweight as far as his colleagues were concerned, a lowly Ministry employee who had failed to get a promotion, raise, or even earn the slightest bit of favor with his boss.
He knew what lay before him either he would be hounded out of the department and, by default, the Ministry, or Lily would wait for him to make a simple mistake before firing him. It was surely only a matter of time. It would be another thing ticked off her list of “achievements” not giving a moment of thought to the life she was destroying in the process. So far he had not given her a chance but he understood a parting of the ways was inevitable—unless a dramatic reversal in fortunes happened.
It had not always been like this he remembered as he put his feet on the cluttered desk before him and leaned back in his chair. His role involved the most basic office duties—filing, answering letters, making tea and running errands—but the department had promised him training as a diplomat and rapid career advancement if he did well. Initially, the signs were good. Ron was popular enough and seemed to be developing a good rapport with his colleagues. His life it seemed was on the up.
Then the department had their first internal meeting with the boss and Lily had subtly but clearly made it clear he was not in favor with her. Even the most thick-headed members of the Overseas office got the hint. Ron Weasley was toxic. Things began to go pear-shaped for Ron from then on. His career progression plan was gradually abandoned, and his menial duties extended. Ron took it on the chin still trying to impress his boss, despite his personal issues with her. It never happened. Over time, Ron found fewer people stopping to talk to him in the Ministry cafeteria and noticed a lack of eye contact in the corridors. He was seen as a loser.
To make matters worse, Barty Crouch, the Head of the DIMC, had visited the office during the previous inspection and given him a nickname, “Weatherby.” In the beginning, it was just Potter and a few people, but eventually, everyone was calling him it. The lack of respect and mockery took its toll. Ron became withdrawn and sullen his enthusiasm for his career visibly shrinking.
It wasn’t only his working life that suffered. Ron had continually vented his frustrations to his long-term girlfriend, Hermione Granger, regularly lamenting the cold-shoulder treatment at the hands of Lily. In the beginning, Hermione had tried to get him to impress his boss after all, the older Muggleborn witch was something of a role model for her. When Ron had made it clear just how unimpressive her role model found him, Hermione had patiently tried to soothe Ron whenever he had a particularly bad day. But their relationship came crashing to a grinding halt one drunken night when Ron blamed her for his miserable career. It was one of the worst mistakes of his life. He was foolish, he knew. It was completely out of order. She had done nothing wrong but he still laid the blame on her shoulders.
He knew he should have chased after her and begged forgiveness, but his wounded ego wouldn’t allow it. Instead he did nothing to stop her walking out of his life, allowing the only good thing in his world to slip through his fingers. That was six months ago. They had not spoken since. There had not been anyone else—for Ron at least. Deep inside, he still loved Hermione but could not bring himself to beg. That broken-hearted despair had been buried, evolving into a bitterness and hatred for his oh-so-perfect boss.
Ron was aware his intense dislike for Lily would bring him nothing good, but he could not hold it back. He loathed her and her secret manipulation of people. His daydream of self-pity was broken by the arrival of the repairman. It was nearly 5 p.m. It was going to be a long night.
Ron fiddled with the wizarding radio, changing the channels, trying to catch his favorite band playing. He turned to look at the clock. It was now past 7:30 p.m., and they were still not finished. The repairman—a grumpy older wizard called Cattermole—had completely taken apart the Muggle device reducing it to literal pieces, and begun casting the enchantments on it again. Conversation between the two of them had run dry almost immediately. Ron had spent the early evening finishing up some parchmentwork that was pending and had followed that up with listening to the radio, trying to pass the time.
He was bored of waiting. He wanted to go out and join the others in the Three Broomsticks. He had no doubt he had been forgotten. “I think we’re almost there,” Reg—at least, that was what Ron thought his name was—said, poking at the now-rebuilt contraption with his wand.
“Really?” Ron could not keep the surprise out of his voice. The party was still a possibility then.
Reg nodded. “Yes. I’m pretty sure it should work now. You’ll just need to test it from the Muggle compu-thingies to make sure the enchantments work properly.”
Ron nodded. He had been prepared for this, ensuring his boss's computer had been switched back on in readiness for such a test. Publicly, the new reformed Ministry prided itself on their new, more forward-thinking policies. Unfortunately, that did not extend to simple office privileges for staff. As a result, only Lily’s computer had access to the printer to print “sensitive material.” Ironically, Ron, the lowest rung on the ladder, was one of the chosen few who had access to her office even when she wasn’t here, on the off chance he needed to pick up or drop off something.
Ron cautiously entered Lily’s office, the enchantments that protected it allowing him in. He sat on the expensive leather chair and tapped her laptop with his wand, flicking the enchanted computer's screen on. Much to his surprise, there was no lock on her computer after all, this was her private domain. Ron hesitated, wondering if he should Floo-call his boss to make sure she was okay with him using her computer. He shook his head the last thing his boss would want would be to hear from him, especially for such a minor matter.
Sitting in the expensive leather chair, Ron’s eyes drifted until they rested on the three pictures on her desk. Each one featured Lily and her husband James in various embraces in exotic locations around the world. Ron could not claim to know the decorated Auror, having only met him a few times when he was still friends with Harry, but some of the stories he had heard about James Potter’s Hogwarts days had made him dislike the man.
The computer screen sprang to life, interrupting Ron’s thoughts about his boss’s husband. He opened one of the files he had to print for Monday and pushed the print button. Ron frowned as the computer froze, he cursed the enchanted Muggle device and the Ministry for making them in the first place. Impatient at the delay, Ron hit the computer a few times, trying to encourage the machine to leap into life. Instead it remained frozen.
He jumped as a voice came from outside the office. “Listen, Weasley, you might not give a shit what time you get home, but I’ve got plans this evening—and they don’t involve you. Just print something already. It’s not a big deal. Stop messing around and get it done.”
“It’s fucking crashed, you prick!” Ron was struggling to control his temper with the older wizard.
Cattermole opened the door, and he looked pissed. He did not step inside but spoke in a low voice that sent a chill down the younger man’s spine. “You got something to say to me, boy?”
Ron shrunk into the chair, unwilling to make his evening worse by getting into a confrontation that would undoubtedly give his boss an excuse to fire him. “No. It’s just that it crashed…”
As he spoke, the screen sprang into life, but instead of opening a single document as intended, Ron’s repeated clicking had accidentally opened several applications. His eyes grew large as the images appeared on screen in front of him. The youngest Weasley could not believe what he was seeing. Remembering Cattermole was still watching him from the doorway, he tried to keep his expression neutral.
“Wait, it’s working again. It’s printing and should be with you any second.”
Satisfied that he was now almost done for the evening, Cattermole grunted his understanding and moved back to wait by the copier. He began packing up his equipment, not giving Ron a second glance as the copier began to whir into life. Ron left the office and went up to Cattermole. “Thanks for the quick repair, Reg. You’ve been a great help.”
Ron held out his hand as a goodbye gesture. The magical repairman ignored the handshake, pushed the grey hair out of his eyes and simply walked out. Ron shook his head at the other wizard’s rudeness and went back into his boss’s office. He sat back in her chair and looked back to the screen—and the private information he’d accidentally stumbled across. Maybe these Muggle contraptions weren’t such a bad idea after all. A plan was already forming in the back of his mind. He smiled and blew out his cheeks. He would be partying tonight, after all.
Lily Potter stormed through the Ministry’s main entrance, struggling to contain the anger that swelled inside her body. Fuelled by several bottles of wine and numerous shots of Firewhisky her mood was dark and she did not even try to hide her fury. Her anger was an unusual sight in the Ministry of Magic, completely against her usual persona of sweetness and light. She was already half-sloshed, though, and absolutely furious with the idiot who was attempting to ruin her evening.
The sound of her high heels clattering into the tiled floor as she marched towards the elevator was enough to indicate her deep unhappiness at returning to the office so late at night. It was almost 10 p.m. by now and the party was in full swing. This was supposed to be her evening—a well-deserved night out for the dream team that was helping to propel her carefully constructed career into orbit. If the meeting with the Belgians went well on Monday, the British Ministry of Magic would make millions of Galleons,and it would reflect well during her next promotion interview with Crouch.
Then she had received a Floo call about 20 minutes ago from that little toad Weatherby, insisting she leave the celebrations and return to deal with an emergency that in his words, “only she could possibly handle.” Lily had been very tempted to tell that worthless weasel where he could shove his opinion, but ultimately, she was the Office Head and if anything ended badly it was her responsibility and she had no choice but to return. He was even more useless than she’d thought possible. James kept telling her to fire him, but she’d yet to find the opportunity. She needed just cause—ruining her meticulously crafted reputation as a people person for the sake of one lousy employee would be counterproductive. But after tonight, she’d redouble her efforts to remove Ron from the Ministry. She could not quite put her finger on why his call had annoyed her so much. His tone perhaps had a smug sound to it.
And his wording was always so considered and careful, as if every letter carried a hidden meaning. In short his tone gave her the creeps. Lily had known the wizard was useless when her son had first brought his “best friend” home. Unless it was Quidditch—and that, too, his favorite team, the Chudley Cannons—he lacked passion. His table manners were atrocious having to spend the entire summer watching food drip out of his mouth had been nauseating, to say the least. But worse was his complete and utter lack of ambition to make something of himself. His plans for the future essentially boiled down to, “I will get a good job because I am a pureblood from an old family.” Lily had decided then and there to put an end to Harry’s friendship with this boy. She had fought in a war against purebloods who thought they deserved to have things handed to them. Ron may not be a Death Eater but people like him were part of the problem. She would never let her son spend time with a wizard like that and when it looked like her plan to separate her son from Ron had succeeded she had been sure she would never see or hear from him again. Until the day she had been called to Barty Crouch’s office, and he had introduced her to her office’s newest member.
She had simply smiled and welcomed Ron. Not welcoming someone her boss had hired was not an option but she had no intention of taking his hiring quietly. The moment he made a big enough mistake she would fire him. The lift pinged to confirm it had reached its destination and Lily stepped out onto the third floor, expecting to see Ron waiting for her obediently in the small reception area. It was deserted, almost eerie.
She sighed, wondering where the little weasel was hiding. Scanning the rows of empty desks Lily moved slowly through the office, taking extreme care not to collide with any of the furniture. This was more difficult than it should have been she had obviously drunk far more booze than she could remember. Oddly enough, the light was on in her office and she slowly gravitated towards it. “Hello?”
Lily’s words went unanswered as she pushed open the door with a flourish. The room was empty but her computer was switched on. Her first thought was one of triumph “The little fucking bastard has been rooting through my computer. I’ve finally got him…”
Lily’s joy at catching Ron breaking the Ministry’s rules was short-lived. She froze as her computer screen display came into her line of sight. “What the fuck?” she thought fighting back the nervous tension that had exploded inside her stomach. Survival instincts kicked in immediately. Lily walked to the screen, sat and hurriedly began closing the multiple windows that were open on her enchanted laptop.
She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she closed down the explicit interracial images across her screen. “Well, well, well…” Completely absorbed in trying to remove the incriminating images the sound of Ron’s voice made Lily jump in her seat. Out of nowhere he was standing at the doorway, staring at her with a peculiar look etched across his face.
Thinking on her feet, Lily opted to play the innocent card and looked to turn the tables on her junior. Speaking with her usual air of authority she looked coolly at him. “Ron! You made me jump. I’ve just found some awful images on my computer and was just removing them. If you’ve been looking at this kind of filth on my computer, then you’ll be out the door. It’s utterly disgusting. I hope you’ve got a good explanation for this?”
Lily was a skilled and highly trained diplomat she was sure she could talk her way out of this. She could bluff with ease pushing her hair out of her face as she continued to close down the rest of the pornographic images. Inside though her heart was racing. Her mind was whirring, considering the best way to approach the situation with the Ministry. They would take her word above Ron’s of course but she did not want her career to be tainted with such a sleazy episode. No this would take all her skill, she thought to herself.
Breaking away from the screen, she turned back to Ron, expecting a groveling answer to escape his lips as soon as she made eye contact. She was mistaken. Instead, he remained silent with the strange look frozen on his face. His odd demeanor was beginning to make her uncomfortable. She shivered, rearranging her scarf to cover her sizeable breasts that could be viewed through her undone coat.
“Ron? Is there something wrong? I expect a full apology from you over this disgusting behavior. What on earth do you think you are doing, looking at this on Ministry property? Once I tell my superiors, you’ll be lucky to keep your job.”
He said nothing in response, only increasing her uneasiness. She had cleared the screen and began to close the lid on her laptop when Ron approached her. His movement was sudden, covering the distance between the door and the desk in a couple of strides before Lily had time to react. His expression changed. Gone was the benign fixed smile replaced by a malicious grin and bulging eyes.
He looks insane, Lily thought as she gently recoiled from the wizard sitting only inches away from her perched on the edge of her desk. Her retreat was stopped by Ron putting a small hand onto the arm of the chair stopping her from moving away from him. She could feel the alarm growing but steeled herself once more. Ron was the biggest loser in the Ministry, after all. Even drunk she could handle him.
Then he finally spoke, sending ice through her veins. “Oh no, Mrs. Potter, it’s you who should be worried. Let’s drop the games, shall we? I’ve uncovered your dirty little secret. And unless you want me to tell everyone about your desire for extramarital big black cock, then I suggest you’ll do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”
Lily’s mouth fell open as she struggled to respond to Ron’s words. Her tormentor though did not wait for a response. “That’s a good girl. I knew you’d see sense.” He leaned forward as he spoke, carefully removing the scarf around her neck and casually fondling her right breast through her lacy black top. She did not fight him—she needed to know exactly how much he knew.
Ron shuffled his position on the desk to hide the growing erection as he cupped his boss’s fabulous chest. Her breasts were firm and substantial—easily the best tits he’d encountered in his fleeting sexual experiences. He did not have a large cock by anyone’s estimation so it was unlikely her eyes would be drawn to the growing lump in his crotch. But he did not want to reveal exactly how aroused she was making him. For the first time in his life he had power and he was determined not to waste it.
Lily opened her mouth to speak but was silenced by Ron removing his hand from her breast and placing a finger lightly to her lips. “Ssshhh. I’m doing the talking now. You keep that pretty little mouth quiet for now, there’s a good girl.” He watched her bristle at his smug, patronizing tone but was pleased she did not attempt to speak again. He did not smile, but inside, he was already celebrating, it was clear the mighty Lily Potter was terrified over what he’d discovered.
He took a deep breath enjoying watching his bitch boss squirm in front of him. This was all working out perfectly. “Firstly, there’s good news. I’ve got the photocopier fixed so it’s all ready for Monday. Of course, I’ve missed the office party now, but I am happy to make that type of sacrifice. After all, I have that kind of dedication to this firm.”
Lily snorted gently but remained silent, her green eyes betraying the fury pulsing through her veins. “Secondly, I thought it was imperative to call you back, Mrs. Potter, about the serious breach of Ministry policy I uncovered this evening.”
He slid off the desk moving his tall frame around the back of Lily’s chair—running his cold fingers along her exposed neck. The married witch shivered at his light touch, an instinctive response that made him grin with delight. She missed the look. “The maintenance wizard was extremely thorough and insisted I check that the copier was working perfectly and since your computer is the only one with access, well…”
Lily turned her head, becoming increasingly uneasy over the direction of the conversation. The movement allowed her to slip his hand away from her neck. She pushed the hair out of her eyes and looked up at Ron already trying to clear her head enough to worm her way out of this unexpected mess.
“And while I was completing Reggie’s little request, I stumbled upon your little secret. Luckily, he didn’t see what flashed up on your screen otherwise your perverted sexual tastes would be common knowledge. Instead being the loyal underling that I am, I saved you from that embarrassment. I completed the test despite being completely shocked at the hardcore pornography that I discovered on your work computer. You can thank me later properly.”
Lily shook her head as if this was all a big misunderstanding. “I think you’ve made a mistake, Ron. The first time I ever saw any of those sites was five minutes ago. In fact, how do I know that you’ve not planted them on screen to try and dupe me?”
Her voice rose with fake anger as she tried to bluster her way out of the tricky predicament she found herself in. Any other time, she might have succeeded after all, she was a highly trained and experienced negotiator. Unfortunately for Lily Potter, she was half-drunk and far from her best.
Ron smiled, deeply inhaling the intoxicating aroma of her delicate, expensive perfume intertwined with the pungent stench of alcohol. She was desperate—trying to aggressively wiggle out of the situation by bullying him in her usual manner. He had prepared for it, though. “Oh, Lily,” he began, placing his arm once more on her near-naked shoulder, “that’s the biggest load of bollocks I’ve ever heard. First, do you think I would really call you back here if I thought I didn’t have something tangible over you?”
He paused, allowing his words to sink in. Lily remained silent, crossing her legs into a more defensive posture. Her skirt rode up, providing a tantalizing glimpse of her toned thighs. Ron swallowed distracted by Lily’s beauty. When it became obvious that she was waiting for him to continue he cleared his throat. “But you’re right. I could easily have just opened this up on your machine. So when Reggie had left, I thought—in the best interests of the company—that I should investigate the flagrant breach of policy that I had unwittingly discovered. And that’s when I stumbled across these sordid photos, stashed in your drawer, no less.”
He held up a clutch of wizarding photos with various pictures on them. The images were explicit—featuring naked men and women. One woman in particular was featured—Lily.
Embarrassment made her cheeks flush, and she turned her head away from the pictures as Ron laid them on the desk in front of her. The events of the night were leaving Lily’s mind in turmoil. This was supposed to be a quick stop at the office to clean up Ron’s mess and berate him for not being able to handle a single task properly. Instead, her loser of a junior had managed to turn the tables on her. And the fogginess from the copious amounts of booze she’d consumed was not helping either.
Ron continued his story: “Luckily for me, you forgot to lock the drawer—you silly thing. It appears you’re quite taken with this chap.” Ron pointed to a particularly well-endowed black male, who must have been aged in his early twenties with a rock-hard six-pack and shoulders that resembled boulders. “I enjoyed reading the chat history with this Daniel bloke. I didn’t realize old James was so keen on being a cuckold? But here’s the one bit I don’t get. You can only have a lover on the one condition that your husband stays in the same room but you blindfold him first? That’s a bit strange for me.”
Ron paused for a moment before continuing. “Fair enough if you want to see your wife get boned by another man with a huge cock, but choosing to only listen to it? What the fuck?” Ron threw up his hands in mock exasperation. “James needs to learn—cuckolds don’t make the fucking rules. And, as for you, Lily, you’re a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
She said nothing but flushed again, refusing to make eye contact with her tormentor. He continued, enjoying the moment. “I bet James doesn’t know the stuff you’ve been sending to lover boy Daniel, does he? It sounds to me like he’s mildly interested in cuckolding but you’re desperate to get your hands on a big black cock.” Ron picked up one of the printouts and read aloud.
Lily sat rigid in her chair her heart pounding as Ron’s voice dripped with glee. “I particularly liked these extracts ‘I need a real man to show me who is boss – I promise that I’ll ride those 10 inches like a good little married whore.’ How very lady-like, Lily! Or what about this one ‘When my little wimp is all tied up, I’ll suck you off and you can spunk your seed over his pathetic face…’”
“Enough,” Lily spoke through gritted teeth, steadfastly refusing to make eye contact with the gloating wizard. Her mind raced, grappling with the humiliation of having her private words thrown back at her.
Ron’s tone changed in an instant. “No, no, no. You’re not the one laying down the rules here, Lily. Let’s make that quite clear. We’re playing my game – unless you want me to share these,” he pointed to the close-up images of Lily’s shaved vagina and another of one of her pert breasts being thrust together, “with the Daily Prophet. I can only imagine how the public will react at the knowledge that saintly Lily Potter is a slut for other men's cock. Not to mention what Harry will think.”
Lily swallowed hard. Finally, she looked at him. “What do you want, you little wanker?” Her voice was sharp but inside her stomach churned with dread. Ron grimaced at the insult but was determined to keep focused.
“Now I have three requests, which you will meet in full. If you don’t, then fine, the full range of evidence will be made public. I have, of course, made copies of the evidence and saved them in several places in case you think I’m that dumb.” His wording was careful. Lily could sense he was choosing his words to maintain his advantage hoping her desperation would distract her from driving a hard bargain.
He waited for Lily to nod her understanding before continuing. She did so her jaw tight her mind scrambling for a way out. “Good. Number one is a simple one. My promotion is long overdue. I have served my time as the lowest-ranking member of this office and deserve a full promotion. I want a desk in the corner near your office and will email you any instructions I feel are important for my career development as soon as possible.”
Lily nodded reluctantly. It would be difficult to explain why she had suddenly decided to promote a man she had only rated Acceptable for years, but it was technically within her power. The thought galled her but she had little choice.
“Number two is even easier. If anyone is caught calling me ‘Weatherby’ or any other derogatory name, they will face disciplinary action or even dismissal for repeated abuse. Is this clear?”
Lily gave the merest flick of her head as acceptance, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Excellent. The third request is easily the most enjoyable. It will suit everyone.”
Lily raised her eyes, sensing a slight change in Ron’s tone. Her stomach twisted as she braced for what was coming. “My third request is non-negotiable. You and I are going to go back to your house. Once there, you will tie up and blindfold your husband exactly as mentioned in those chats of yours, and then I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
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Potter's Loss, Weasley's Triumph	By : Henry1995 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 383 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Potter's Loss, Weasley's Triumph