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lightofdayeTitle: Hanging By A Thread
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/ Demelza Robins
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1,600
Warning(s): sexuality, workplace shenanigans
Summary: Demelza asks Harry to help her with her necklace, which is more difficult than it sounds.
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tamlane asked me to write something with Harry/Demelza, a necklace and the line "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."
Demelza had a new necklace. It wasn't the sort of thing Harry often noticed about his secretary because he was a busy man, and he tried not to waste too much time gawping over his extremely young and pretty assistant, since that would be considered entirely too sleazy for an auror of his standing to do.
But the necklace was rather noticeable — especially as it was on a chain that was entirely too long for Demelza and didn't lie at base of her neck or on her upper chest but between her... well, between her breasts, to be frank. And it had to be quite heavy as well. It was pulling the sheer fabric of her fancy blouse tight across them.
She must not know that, Harry thought. It would be polite although embarrassing to tell her about it. Or would it be politer just to pretend not to notice?
"Ahem," Harry said, awkwardly clearing his throat. Then, as an afterthought, he closed the door to their office. There was nothing wrong with a bit of privacy. This wasn't exactly a disciplinary matter, but it still wasn't the sort of thing that should be public knowledge after all. For her sake.
Demelza's wide blue eyes turned their gaze to Harry.
"Are you ok, Harry?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah, yes. Everything's fine," Harry said automatically, then coughed again, "Ahem. I mean, I just wanted to have a private word with you about the.. umm.. the dress code."
Demelza blinked a couple of times and said, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."
"Yeah.. umm.. I…" Harry stuttered. Despite having faced down Dementors, dragons, and dark wizards, he was still going red at having to tell Demelza about her top.
"What's wrong with the way I dress?!" Demelza said, seeming genuinely put out. A frown creased her chestnut eyebrows, and her arms were folded beneath her chest, which just made matters worse.
"Nothing, nothing. I just noticed you had a new necklace."
"Oooh," Demelza purred her aspect changing entirely, "I have, isn't it nice? It was a gift."
She's about to tell me her wonderful boyfriend got it for her or something, Harry thought.
"My mum got it for me for my birthday last week." Harry felt an inexplicable wave of relief pass through him.
"Yes, it’s very nice. It’s just, it’s resting on you a bit oddly. I mean it sort of, well, reveals, um, more than maybe you want it to?” Harry bravely blundered on.
“OH!” Demelza said. Looking down and blushing, she started to babble, “Does it? I had no idea. It’s the chain, isn’t it? I tried to sort it out in the mirror before work, but I guess it didn’t. Work, I mean. Could you sort it out for me, Harry? It’ll just take a mo.”
And she turned her back on him.
"Err... what sorry?" Harry said, flustered.
"There's a clasp on the back that controls the chain length. If you make it shorter for me, I can tell you when to stop, and I won't have to be trying to look in a mirror while fixing it behind my back."
"Err.. sure. Sure." There was nothing wrong with the request after all, with him helping out a colleague with a piece of jewellery.
The problem was that he couldn't actually see the catch, or the chain, or her neck. Waves of chestnut brown hair tumbled loosely from her head down past her shoulders, obscuring everything from sight. He reached out gingerly with his fingertips and touched that hair. It was incredibly soft and silky to the touch.
"Just got to clear this away so I can get at it," he said.
Demelza’s response didn’t really come as words. Harry thought he must be imagining things, but he could have sworn he’d heard her gasp as his fingertips brushed her neck, removing the last strands of hair as he moved to the side over her shoulder.
The chain wasn’t so much a chain as spheres on a string, and the catch was a complicated device with a hole too small for the entire ball to go through, so when he thoughtlessly tugged on the chain to try and tighten it, all that happened was the entire necklace was pulled towards him and Demelza along with it. She backed into him with a surprised squeak. Her arse, by pure accident, ended up colliding with his groin. Harry groaned deeply.
“Sorry. That didn’t work like I thought.”
“s’fine,” Demelza mumbled. She did not try to move away from him, even though her back was still mostly pressed up against his stomach. And Harry didn’t want to think about where her shapely bum was pushed.
Of course, she couldn’t move away with him still clutching the chain of this damn necklace. He just had to hurry up and do up the damn thing, but when he tried, his fingers kept slipping off the chain. Cursing under his breath, he ducked slightly and leant in.
Demelza’s arse instantly conformed to his groin, and he felt his shaft press into the cleft of her bum, the firm, round cheeks pressing against either side of his dick. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, pumping blood downward, and his fingers slipped again. Demelza made a feminine noise at the touch, and her hips jerked, but she only succeeded in grinding herself more firmly against his hardening dick.
Harry’s face was brick red now, and he was on the verge of panicking. How stupid could he get, not to even be able to work a damn necklace fastening? Angrily he jerked the chain again, and of course that was the actual time it worked, and, surprised, he dropped it entirely. Automatically he lunged forward to catch the falling piece of jewellery.
Demelza was still in the way, and with a squeak they collided and toppled forward.
Harry’s reflexes saved them, one arm wrapping around Demelza’s middle to keep her from falling, and the other reaching out to grip the edge of the desk a second before hers followed.
They ended up bent over Demelza’s desk, curving at the waist with their hands braced. Demelza fit perfectly into the curve of Harry’s body. They were mashed close together, with him practically resting on her back. He could feel the quivering shake of her uneven breath, the warmth of her body, and he could smell the fruity aroma wafting from her hair.
The sound of the necklace clattering to the floor echoed loudly through the room. He should be leaping off her right now, he knew. Yet he wasn’t, and she wasn’t exactly objecting.
“Smooth move, Harry,” Demelza purred.
“I thought so.”
Then she shifted agilely under him, rubbing herself against his chest and forcing him to shift the grip of his arm around her. His hand fell on something soft, pliant. He tried to grip it more firmly, and when Demelza yowled a feline noise and he felt something hard press against his palm, he realised what he was holding.
He should let go. He didn’t.
Instead he pressed his lips to the back of Demelza’s neck and kissed it. The noise she made was a sort of strangled whimper of pleasure. He moved and kissed the pressure point on the side of her neck and then again just behind her ear. Each kiss was rewarded with another low gasp.
“Harry, if you wanted this sort of thing, you could have just asked,” Demelza said, the attempt at indignation rather ruined by the eager breathlessness in her voice.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”
“Why, I don’t know what you mean,” Demelza said and squirmed, working her body so it pressed seamlessly against his. Harry rolled his hips, grinding himself against her. Damn, his cock just fitted perfectly with the juncture of her legs, friction sending jolts of sensation shivering through both of them.
“All this messing about with necklaces,” Harry whispered directly into her ear. “All these months, and all you had to say was, ‘hey Harry, how about you buy me a drink after work tonight?’”
“heyharryhowaboutyoubuymeadrinkafterworktonight?” Demelza said very quickly.
“I’d love to,” Harry replied. “And maybe we’ll even do some more of this.” –he pushed down with his hips- “but not here and now. We’re still at work. See?”
“Indeed,” a baritone voice rumbled from Harry’s main office.
Harry and Demelza both jumped a foot in the air and fortunately managed to land on their feet twice that apart.
Head Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt stood in the doorway joining Harry’s office to Demelza’s, with a frown on his face. Harry shifted uneasily and stammered his excuses.
“Kingsley! Umm.. Auror Shacklebolt. I was just um… um.. Helping Robins… with her… her necklace.” He trailed off shamefaced, even though Demelza had hurriedly stooped to pick up the necklace to show Kingsley.
“I see.” Harry thought he caught the faintest trace of amusement in Shacklebolt’s voice, but his expression remained firm and foreboding, which just confused the hell out of Harry. “Auror Potter, I must apologise. I had to return via the fire in your office as my own is being repaired at the moment.”
“Right. No problem,” Harry said with forced nonchalance.
“No doubt, I have interrupted your busy schedule, therefore I shall impose upon you no further.”
And without another word, he swept past them through the other door and out into the main Auror building.
Harry breathed a great, long sigh of relief. He liked Demelza a lot, but after that he didn’t think he was going to get another hard-on for her for quite some time.
Then he met her gaze again and she winked and grinned evilly at him, showing off her dimples, and it turned out he was wrong.
Pairing(s): Harry Potter/ Demelza Robins
Rating: R
Word Count: ~1,600
Warning(s): sexuality, workplace shenanigans
Summary: Demelza asks Harry to help her with her necklace, which is more difficult than it sounds.
Author's Notes:
tamlane asked me to write something with Harry/Demelza, a necklace and the line "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."Demelza had a new necklace. It wasn't the sort of thing Harry often noticed about his secretary because he was a busy man, and he tried not to waste too much time gawping over his extremely young and pretty assistant, since that would be considered entirely too sleazy for an auror of his standing to do.
But the necklace was rather noticeable — especially as it was on a chain that was entirely too long for Demelza and didn't lie at base of her neck or on her upper chest but between her... well, between her breasts, to be frank. And it had to be quite heavy as well. It was pulling the sheer fabric of her fancy blouse tight across them.
She must not know that, Harry thought. It would be polite although embarrassing to tell her about it. Or would it be politer just to pretend not to notice?
"Ahem," Harry said, awkwardly clearing his throat. Then, as an afterthought, he closed the door to their office. There was nothing wrong with a bit of privacy. This wasn't exactly a disciplinary matter, but it still wasn't the sort of thing that should be public knowledge after all. For her sake.
Demelza's wide blue eyes turned their gaze to Harry.
"Are you ok, Harry?" she asked innocently.
"Yeah, yes. Everything's fine," Harry said automatically, then coughed again, "Ahem. I mean, I just wanted to have a private word with you about the.. umm.. the dress code."
Demelza blinked a couple of times and said, "Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that."
"Yeah.. umm.. I…" Harry stuttered. Despite having faced down Dementors, dragons, and dark wizards, he was still going red at having to tell Demelza about her top.
"What's wrong with the way I dress?!" Demelza said, seeming genuinely put out. A frown creased her chestnut eyebrows, and her arms were folded beneath her chest, which just made matters worse.
"Nothing, nothing. I just noticed you had a new necklace."
"Oooh," Demelza purred her aspect changing entirely, "I have, isn't it nice? It was a gift."
She's about to tell me her wonderful boyfriend got it for her or something, Harry thought.
"My mum got it for me for my birthday last week." Harry felt an inexplicable wave of relief pass through him.
"Yes, it’s very nice. It’s just, it’s resting on you a bit oddly. I mean it sort of, well, reveals, um, more than maybe you want it to?” Harry bravely blundered on.
“OH!” Demelza said. Looking down and blushing, she started to babble, “Does it? I had no idea. It’s the chain, isn’t it? I tried to sort it out in the mirror before work, but I guess it didn’t. Work, I mean. Could you sort it out for me, Harry? It’ll just take a mo.”
And she turned her back on him.
"Err... what sorry?" Harry said, flustered.
"There's a clasp on the back that controls the chain length. If you make it shorter for me, I can tell you when to stop, and I won't have to be trying to look in a mirror while fixing it behind my back."
"Err.. sure. Sure." There was nothing wrong with the request after all, with him helping out a colleague with a piece of jewellery.
The problem was that he couldn't actually see the catch, or the chain, or her neck. Waves of chestnut brown hair tumbled loosely from her head down past her shoulders, obscuring everything from sight. He reached out gingerly with his fingertips and touched that hair. It was incredibly soft and silky to the touch.
"Just got to clear this away so I can get at it," he said.
Demelza’s response didn’t really come as words. Harry thought he must be imagining things, but he could have sworn he’d heard her gasp as his fingertips brushed her neck, removing the last strands of hair as he moved to the side over her shoulder.
The chain wasn’t so much a chain as spheres on a string, and the catch was a complicated device with a hole too small for the entire ball to go through, so when he thoughtlessly tugged on the chain to try and tighten it, all that happened was the entire necklace was pulled towards him and Demelza along with it. She backed into him with a surprised squeak. Her arse, by pure accident, ended up colliding with his groin. Harry groaned deeply.
“Sorry. That didn’t work like I thought.”
“s’fine,” Demelza mumbled. She did not try to move away from him, even though her back was still mostly pressed up against his stomach. And Harry didn’t want to think about where her shapely bum was pushed.
Of course, she couldn’t move away with him still clutching the chain of this damn necklace. He just had to hurry up and do up the damn thing, but when he tried, his fingers kept slipping off the chain. Cursing under his breath, he ducked slightly and leant in.
Demelza’s arse instantly conformed to his groin, and he felt his shaft press into the cleft of her bum, the firm, round cheeks pressing against either side of his dick. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, pumping blood downward, and his fingers slipped again. Demelza made a feminine noise at the touch, and her hips jerked, but she only succeeded in grinding herself more firmly against his hardening dick.
Harry’s face was brick red now, and he was on the verge of panicking. How stupid could he get, not to even be able to work a damn necklace fastening? Angrily he jerked the chain again, and of course that was the actual time it worked, and, surprised, he dropped it entirely. Automatically he lunged forward to catch the falling piece of jewellery.
Demelza was still in the way, and with a squeak they collided and toppled forward.
Harry’s reflexes saved them, one arm wrapping around Demelza’s middle to keep her from falling, and the other reaching out to grip the edge of the desk a second before hers followed.
They ended up bent over Demelza’s desk, curving at the waist with their hands braced. Demelza fit perfectly into the curve of Harry’s body. They were mashed close together, with him practically resting on her back. He could feel the quivering shake of her uneven breath, the warmth of her body, and he could smell the fruity aroma wafting from her hair.
The sound of the necklace clattering to the floor echoed loudly through the room. He should be leaping off her right now, he knew. Yet he wasn’t, and she wasn’t exactly objecting.
“Smooth move, Harry,” Demelza purred.
“I thought so.”
Then she shifted agilely under him, rubbing herself against his chest and forcing him to shift the grip of his arm around her. His hand fell on something soft, pliant. He tried to grip it more firmly, and when Demelza yowled a feline noise and he felt something hard press against his palm, he realised what he was holding.
He should let go. He didn’t.
Instead he pressed his lips to the back of Demelza’s neck and kissed it. The noise she made was a sort of strangled whimper of pleasure. He moved and kissed the pressure point on the side of her neck and then again just behind her ear. Each kiss was rewarded with another low gasp.
“Harry, if you wanted this sort of thing, you could have just asked,” Demelza said, the attempt at indignation rather ruined by the eager breathlessness in her voice.
“Funny, I was going to say the same thing.”
“Why, I don’t know what you mean,” Demelza said and squirmed, working her body so it pressed seamlessly against his. Harry rolled his hips, grinding himself against her. Damn, his cock just fitted perfectly with the juncture of her legs, friction sending jolts of sensation shivering through both of them.
“All this messing about with necklaces,” Harry whispered directly into her ear. “All these months, and all you had to say was, ‘hey Harry, how about you buy me a drink after work tonight?’”
“heyharryhowaboutyoubuymeadrinkafterworktonight?” Demelza said very quickly.
“I’d love to,” Harry replied. “And maybe we’ll even do some more of this.” –he pushed down with his hips- “but not here and now. We’re still at work. See?”
“Indeed,” a baritone voice rumbled from Harry’s main office.
Harry and Demelza both jumped a foot in the air and fortunately managed to land on their feet twice that apart.
Head Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt stood in the doorway joining Harry’s office to Demelza’s, with a frown on his face. Harry shifted uneasily and stammered his excuses.
“Kingsley! Umm.. Auror Shacklebolt. I was just um… um.. Helping Robins… with her… her necklace.” He trailed off shamefaced, even though Demelza had hurriedly stooped to pick up the necklace to show Kingsley.
“I see.” Harry thought he caught the faintest trace of amusement in Shacklebolt’s voice, but his expression remained firm and foreboding, which just confused the hell out of Harry. “Auror Potter, I must apologise. I had to return via the fire in your office as my own is being repaired at the moment.”
“Right. No problem,” Harry said with forced nonchalance.
“No doubt, I have interrupted your busy schedule, therefore I shall impose upon you no further.”
And without another word, he swept past them through the other door and out into the main Auror building.
Harry breathed a great, long sigh of relief. He liked Demelza a lot, but after that he didn’t think he was going to get another hard-on for her for quite some time.
Then he met her gaze again and she winked and grinned evilly at him, showing off her dimples, and it turned out he was wrong.
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Date: 2013-03-20 07:25 pm (UTC)Awesome! I am slowly morphing into a fangirl for your writing. :D
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Date: 2013-03-20 08:42 pm (UTC)Yeah Demelza's a tricky one yet always was she maintains the pretense of being innocent. Which is fun to write. Or at least thats the way
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Date: 2013-03-20 09:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2013-03-20 10:18 pm (UTC)http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1973893/Nutmeg44
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Date: 2013-03-23 01:12 am (UTC)This was fantastic. I loved the back and forth between Demelza and Harry but the ending - omg, Kingsley rocked it hardcore!
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Date: 2013-03-23 01:57 pm (UTC)and yes Kingsley is pretty boss.