1. One Big Horny Weasley Family- chapter 9


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: naughtydragon, Rating: 66.7, Source: sexstories.com

    This is a work of fan fiction. All characters are the properties of their respective owners. I own the story line. Chapter 9 -The Wicked Weasley Witches Coven Hermione sat at her desk reviewing a thick case file when there was a knock at her door. Mundungus Fletcher had been picked up the night before, and this time he had stolen goods on him. She was trying to decide which one of the prosecutors under her would be the most appropriate to handle the case. “Come in,” she answered as she closed the folder and set it in the center of her desk. The tall woman who entered her office was striking and radiated a commanding presence. Her blonde hair was pulled into a perfect French twist, and her make-up looked like it had been applied by a professional. Her black, knee-length skirt and matching jacket were a severe cut that highlighted the perfect lines of her form and the length of her torso. The matching black leather boots stopped just below the knee, and the exposed bit of leg was tanned just enough to be healthy and radiant. The dragon skin handbag held in her perfectly manicured hands probably cost more than Hermione made in a month; which was no small amount, especially by Ministry standards. “Penelope,” Hermione said with genuine affection as she stood up and straightened her own jacket. A smile broke the severe façade of the woman in the doorway. “Hello, Hermione. Working hard I see.” “A bit. Come in, sit down.” “Actually, I was here to see if you would join me for lunch.” ...
    Hermione fretted a bit. She had opening arguments in a case before the special magistrate in two hours. However, one did not turn down lunch with the Minister’s wife, even if she was your sister-in-law. “I’d be delighted to.” “Excellent. I have reservations at Angelo’s. We should be back in plenty of time for your afternoon hearing.” Hermione realized that she had just stepped into a trap. That was all she needed now. She was angry with herself for walking in to it. After all, it was much too late in the season for Penelope to be wearing anything so dark and heavy, which meant that it was worn for effect. Reservations at Angelo’s meant that this meeting was planned. She was no longer hungry. “Why don’t we walk?” Penelope said. Underlings melted out of the way the as the women made their way through the crowded hallways. Hermione had developed a certain reputation for severity in dealing with incompetents, but she was no match for the Minister’s wife. It was rumored that every time she entered the building all real work ceased so that desks could be organized and anything which could be deemed as remotely offensive or derisive to the Minister could be removed. In the time since Percy had been appointed Minister, she had done nothing to disavow that reputation. At the restaurant they were greeted by name, and immediately shown to a table in a private area with windows overlooking the restaurant’s fresh herb garden. Wine was offered and declined, the menu was recited and ordered ...
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