Fic: Deniability (Hermione/Teddy)
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lightofdayeTitle: Deniability
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Teddy Lupin/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 1,500
Content: Ear whispering, dubious consent, dirty talk, age difference - older woman/younger man (43/25), inappropriate workplace conduct, infidelity, open ending
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: He whispers to Hermione when no-one else can hear.
A/n: Written for the prompt "ear whispering" on a custom bingo card created for me bysportivetricks, something in the order of four and a half years ago. Because I move quickly!
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The key to maintaining a good work-life balance was a schedule. It was something Hermione Granger-Weasley had struggled with but by the time she was Minister Of Magic she'd worked it out.
She took the lift up to the top floor of the ministry at the same time every morning, and she clocked off and took it down at the same time every night.
That Monday morning, it was as crowded and stifling as ever with the usual morning rush. As always, Hermione took her place right at the back of the lift as she would be the last out.
There was only one person behind her.
"You're gorgeous, Hermione"
It was nothing but a whisper in her ear halfway through the journey, lost among the hub-up of the workers talking and the whirring and clanking of the old fashioned lift machinery.
When it emptied out, she turned to face the only other occupant left.
"What did you say before Teddy?"
Her assistant was in his mid-twenties and had although she'd known him all his life,he'd earned his position through pure hard work. He looked like a mixture of her mother with twinkling dark eyes, and how Hermione thought his father might have looked if he'd lived a happier live. He kept his hair short, neat and a mousy brown colour during office hours and he was was a little taller than Hermione.
His mouth was about level with her ears, Hermione thought.
"Me, Minister?" Teddy Lupin said mildly, "nothing that I recall, Minister."
"Voices in the air then?" Hermione said, cocking her head.
"I couldn't say, Minister," Teddy said blandly.
Hermione put it out of her mind and forgotten about it until the end of the day when once the lift a filled up and almost reached the atrium, there was the little voice in the ear her again.
"I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go."
Teddy lingered in the lift as she left. She turned around quickly but his eyes seemed level with hers when he said:
"Good night, Minister."
"Good night, Teddy," Hermione said and left unconscious of the extra sway in her step.
By the next morning, she'd decided it was a one off. There was nothing that really needed to be done about an isolated incident no matter how inappropriate.
Then she took the lift again that morning.
"You look beautiful today," came the whisper, close to her ear. "do you get told that enough? I don't think you do."
Hermione closed her eyes and counted to five, there were no more words, but she couldn't escape the feeling that she should be able to feel the warmth behind her and the breath of her ear.
Teddy kept his distance that day and was a brisk and professional as ever. Hermione was half-convinced she was imagining things and anyway, twice was hardly more than once, in absolute terms.
The end of the day came, Hermione had been lost in thoughts and hurried to her usual position in the lift feeling flustered. That was the reason for the flush to her cheeks and the feeling in the pit in her stomach, as the lift descended and the workers crowded in drowning out all sound except…
"Beautiful isn't the word," the whispered said. "How about Enchanting? Desirable? Fuck-able."
Hermione jumped at the last word. She hurried out and didn't look back.
Wednesday morning, Hermione could apparate to her office, she knew, or floo there directly. The Minister of Magic could do that. It had never been her habit though, she wanted to be approachable. Now she was being approached and people would notice if she changed her habits, they would wonder why.
She didn't want teddy to get in trouble after all, she would settle it with him privately.
Hermione took the lift up.
"Did I scare you?" Said the voice. "it scares me how much I want you."
"Shouldn't it?" Hermione said just as the doors opened with clattered at the top floor.
"Pardon, Minister?" Teddy said. Hermione stared at him. For a second, she thought she could detect a certain pinkness in his cheeks, a second later she was sure she imagined it.
She couldn't concentrate that day at work and she was very ready for the lift at the correct time.
The lift descended.
"I can tell you can't I? What I want to do? I want to kiss you. Kiss you all over. I want to have you. I can't though can I?"
You can't! The words died on Hermione's lips before she could even start to say them. They were true and yet she couldn't bare to crush him like that, and if she was honest it was long time since she'd heard that kind of longing in any one's voice. The passions of her marriage long since dying down to embers, worn and comfortable and loving and nothing like the tense excitement that had bubbled up in her this week.
She should feel guilty but it wasn't like she had done anything, she lied to herself. She'd just listened. Two words scarcely counted as participation.
Hermione lay up all night, thinking and resisting the urge to touch herself. Perhaps that was why she was light headed and weak legged that morning. The voice had barely said a word when the lift crashed to a halt and Hermione fell backwards into Teddy. Strong arms wrapped around her, she felt the warmth of his hard body, the faintest whiff of musk and something hard against her side before he righted her.
"Oh I'm sorry, Teddy," she said breathlessly.
"No problem, Minister," Teddy said in his professional voice at a conversational volume.
He left his hands on her shoulders the rest of the journey up to the top floor.
Teddy seemed his usual self, except he took an unusually early and long break that morning. Hermione felt a small smile curve her lips and then busied herself with paperwork for the rest of the day.
"You did that on purpose," the voice was low and urgent and barely let the lift fill up that evening. "You're teasing me. Like you want me take you. Fuck, I'd tease you back. I'd suck those tits and eat that snatch and not let you come until you were good and sorry."
The pit of Hermione's stomach was churning and molten. She rubbed her legs together as the lift went down and was thankful that the robes disguised the action. She didn't think she'd be sorry for a long time.
It was another restless night, once Ron was asleep she no longer resisted touching herself but it was no good at all, she only frustrated herself without release.
The lift was a good deal louder on fridays as everyone was excited for the weekend. Teddy started in earlier than before.
"I want to have you. Flat on your back so I can see you when I push in, when I take you. Ruin me."
"Ruin?" Hermione challenged.
"Do you remember what it's like you're young? I could go forever."
"Or no time at all." Hermione said with a smirk, remembering some young men she had known. She half turned towards Teddy.
"Then again, and again, and again. For you."
Hermione bit her lip, on the very edge of control and exited the lift smartly when it reached their floor.
Teddy didn't follow for a moment or two. When he did his breathing was mostly under control, there were pink spots high on his cheeks though. Hermione sent him away for most of the day, so she didn't have to think about him.
"Minister?" He said much later. "It's almost closing time."
Hermione looked up at him. He was hovering half in the door, suddenly looking younger than his twenty-five years.
"Yes, it is," she agreed non-committally. "We need to work late though. Come in and shut the door."
Teddy obeyed. The door clicked closed with utmost finality, to Hermione's mind.
"Come sit down," Hermione nodded to the sofa in the office for her more informal meetings. She checked the muggle grandfather clock, she'd had installed. "And Teddy, we're off the clock."
Teddy's shoulder sagged, he relaxed and shook his head, mousey brown hair suddenly exploding into blue shoulder-length locks.
"I thought we were working, Minister?"
"Yes, we need to have a little personal chat to clear the air," Hermione said, still not knowing whether she would encourage him or encourage him. "Sit down,"
He sat on the sofa next to her, so close her could feel the warmth and smell a subtle aftershave. A shiver went down his spine.
"I can't ask you to do any physical work of course," she said primly. Unthinkingly, one of her hands had settled on her leg, the other lifted to her chest. "Just… talk to me, Teddy."
"Of course, Hermione," Teddy leant in and whispered directly into her ear.
What could she do but listen?
Rating: R
Characters & Pairing: Teddy Lupin/Hermione Granger
Word Count: 1,500
Content: Ear whispering, dubious consent, dirty talk, age difference - older woman/younger man (43/25), inappropriate workplace conduct, infidelity, open ending
Disclaimer: The characters, settings and HP Franchise as a whole are owned by JKR and not by me. I make no profit from writing this piece of fanfiction.
Summary: He whispers to Hermione when no-one else can hear.
A/n: Written for the prompt "ear whispering" on a custom bingo card created for me by
sportivetricks, something in the order of four and a half years ago. Because I move quickly!- - -
The key to maintaining a good work-life balance was a schedule. It was something Hermione Granger-Weasley had struggled with but by the time she was Minister Of Magic she'd worked it out.
She took the lift up to the top floor of the ministry at the same time every morning, and she clocked off and took it down at the same time every night.
That Monday morning, it was as crowded and stifling as ever with the usual morning rush. As always, Hermione took her place right at the back of the lift as she would be the last out.
There was only one person behind her.
"You're gorgeous, Hermione"
It was nothing but a whisper in her ear halfway through the journey, lost among the hub-up of the workers talking and the whirring and clanking of the old fashioned lift machinery.
When it emptied out, she turned to face the only other occupant left.
"What did you say before Teddy?"
Her assistant was in his mid-twenties and had although she'd known him all his life,he'd earned his position through pure hard work. He looked like a mixture of her mother with twinkling dark eyes, and how Hermione thought his father might have looked if he'd lived a happier live. He kept his hair short, neat and a mousy brown colour during office hours and he was was a little taller than Hermione.
His mouth was about level with her ears, Hermione thought.
"Me, Minister?" Teddy Lupin said mildly, "nothing that I recall, Minister."
"Voices in the air then?" Hermione said, cocking her head.
"I couldn't say, Minister," Teddy said blandly.
Hermione put it out of her mind and forgotten about it until the end of the day when once the lift a filled up and almost reached the atrium, there was the little voice in the ear her again.
"I hate to see you leave, but I love to watch you go."
Teddy lingered in the lift as she left. She turned around quickly but his eyes seemed level with hers when he said:
"Good night, Minister."
"Good night, Teddy," Hermione said and left unconscious of the extra sway in her step.
By the next morning, she'd decided it was a one off. There was nothing that really needed to be done about an isolated incident no matter how inappropriate.
Then she took the lift again that morning.
"You look beautiful today," came the whisper, close to her ear. "do you get told that enough? I don't think you do."
Hermione closed her eyes and counted to five, there were no more words, but she couldn't escape the feeling that she should be able to feel the warmth behind her and the breath of her ear.
Teddy kept his distance that day and was a brisk and professional as ever. Hermione was half-convinced she was imagining things and anyway, twice was hardly more than once, in absolute terms.
The end of the day came, Hermione had been lost in thoughts and hurried to her usual position in the lift feeling flustered. That was the reason for the flush to her cheeks and the feeling in the pit in her stomach, as the lift descended and the workers crowded in drowning out all sound except…
"Beautiful isn't the word," the whispered said. "How about Enchanting? Desirable? Fuck-able."
Hermione jumped at the last word. She hurried out and didn't look back.
Wednesday morning, Hermione could apparate to her office, she knew, or floo there directly. The Minister of Magic could do that. It had never been her habit though, she wanted to be approachable. Now she was being approached and people would notice if she changed her habits, they would wonder why.
She didn't want teddy to get in trouble after all, she would settle it with him privately.
Hermione took the lift up.
"Did I scare you?" Said the voice. "it scares me how much I want you."
"Shouldn't it?" Hermione said just as the doors opened with clattered at the top floor.
"Pardon, Minister?" Teddy said. Hermione stared at him. For a second, she thought she could detect a certain pinkness in his cheeks, a second later she was sure she imagined it.
She couldn't concentrate that day at work and she was very ready for the lift at the correct time.
The lift descended.
"I can tell you can't I? What I want to do? I want to kiss you. Kiss you all over. I want to have you. I can't though can I?"
You can't! The words died on Hermione's lips before she could even start to say them. They were true and yet she couldn't bare to crush him like that, and if she was honest it was long time since she'd heard that kind of longing in any one's voice. The passions of her marriage long since dying down to embers, worn and comfortable and loving and nothing like the tense excitement that had bubbled up in her this week.
She should feel guilty but it wasn't like she had done anything, she lied to herself. She'd just listened. Two words scarcely counted as participation.
Hermione lay up all night, thinking and resisting the urge to touch herself. Perhaps that was why she was light headed and weak legged that morning. The voice had barely said a word when the lift crashed to a halt and Hermione fell backwards into Teddy. Strong arms wrapped around her, she felt the warmth of his hard body, the faintest whiff of musk and something hard against her side before he righted her.
"Oh I'm sorry, Teddy," she said breathlessly.
"No problem, Minister," Teddy said in his professional voice at a conversational volume.
He left his hands on her shoulders the rest of the journey up to the top floor.
Teddy seemed his usual self, except he took an unusually early and long break that morning. Hermione felt a small smile curve her lips and then busied herself with paperwork for the rest of the day.
"You did that on purpose," the voice was low and urgent and barely let the lift fill up that evening. "You're teasing me. Like you want me take you. Fuck, I'd tease you back. I'd suck those tits and eat that snatch and not let you come until you were good and sorry."
The pit of Hermione's stomach was churning and molten. She rubbed her legs together as the lift went down and was thankful that the robes disguised the action. She didn't think she'd be sorry for a long time.
It was another restless night, once Ron was asleep she no longer resisted touching herself but it was no good at all, she only frustrated herself without release.
The lift was a good deal louder on fridays as everyone was excited for the weekend. Teddy started in earlier than before.
"I want to have you. Flat on your back so I can see you when I push in, when I take you. Ruin me."
"Ruin?" Hermione challenged.
"Do you remember what it's like you're young? I could go forever."
"Or no time at all." Hermione said with a smirk, remembering some young men she had known. She half turned towards Teddy.
"Then again, and again, and again. For you."
Hermione bit her lip, on the very edge of control and exited the lift smartly when it reached their floor.
Teddy didn't follow for a moment or two. When he did his breathing was mostly under control, there were pink spots high on his cheeks though. Hermione sent him away for most of the day, so she didn't have to think about him.
"Minister?" He said much later. "It's almost closing time."
Hermione looked up at him. He was hovering half in the door, suddenly looking younger than his twenty-five years.
"Yes, it is," she agreed non-committally. "We need to work late though. Come in and shut the door."
Teddy obeyed. The door clicked closed with utmost finality, to Hermione's mind.
"Come sit down," Hermione nodded to the sofa in the office for her more informal meetings. She checked the muggle grandfather clock, she'd had installed. "And Teddy, we're off the clock."
Teddy's shoulder sagged, he relaxed and shook his head, mousey brown hair suddenly exploding into blue shoulder-length locks.
"I thought we were working, Minister?"
"Yes, we need to have a little personal chat to clear the air," Hermione said, still not knowing whether she would encourage him or encourage him. "Sit down,"
He sat on the sofa next to her, so close her could feel the warmth and smell a subtle aftershave. A shiver went down his spine.
"I can't ask you to do any physical work of course," she said primly. Unthinkingly, one of her hands had settled on her leg, the other lifted to her chest. "Just… talk to me, Teddy."
"Of course, Hermione," Teddy leant in and whispered directly into her ear.
What could she do but listen?
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Date: 2025-01-10 04:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2025-01-10 09:35 pm (UTC)Oh you don't want that conversation - just a boring lecture on personal boundaries and workplace ethics. ;)