She met open-mouthed faces with a steely glare, tossing her long dark hair over her shoulder.  She had just as much right as these people did to be here; after all, she'd paid for half of the renovation to the department of Mysteries, part of her 'reparations' to the Wizarding community to atone for her family's sins.  Luckily for them, it didn't put a dent in her holdings, because if it had, well, Pansy had been known to hold a grudge.

She crossed to enter the lifts at the end of the atrium, exiting when she heard the disembodied voice say, "Deparment of Magical Law Enforcement."  From here it should be a snap, she thought. How many people could there be that push files around down here?

She walked down a short hallway and cursed herself for not thinking this though more thoroughly.  There were cubicles everywhere, but few offices with walls that would enable the kind of clandestine encounter she had in mind.  Merlin, I don't even know what I'll say, she thought.   Hello, Cormac.  I know you're probably trying to file something, but do you fancy a quick shag?  Just over here?  Fantastic.

She rolled her eyes as she continued to walk down the corridor, avoiding the stares of some people working in the room, and glaring at others.  As luck would have it, the first office that she came to had a small brass plate on the outside of it that read, Cormac J. McLaggen, Undersecretary.  Not hesitating, especially as she could feel the eyes of many MLE employees on her back, Pansy entered the room to see a woman in her mid-twenties sitting at a desk.  She was unassumingly attractive, her hair done up in a neat bun, and she was conservatively dressed.  Must be the only way Cormac can get any work done, Pansy thought. To hire himself an assistant that reminds him of dear 'ole mum. About this same time the woman looked up.

"May I help you?" she asked. 

"I'm here to see Cormac McLaggen," Pansy stated imperiously.  "Is he in?

"Mr. McLaggen only sees people by appointment, miss.  Would you like to schedule one?  He has openings starting-" Hildi consulted the date book open on her desk and said, "next Tuesday at 10:00am?  How would that work?"

Pansy moved to the edge of the woman's desk and perched on the edge.  "Parkinson.  Miss Parkinson."  She gave the woman a cold smile and gently closed the appointment book on her desk.   "Here's what you're going to do, Hildi," she began, noticing the nameplate on the woman's desk. "You're going to march yourself into Mr. McLaggen's office, and you're going to tell him that I'm here to see him."  Hildi began to protest, but Pansy raised a finger.  "No, no.  You're not going to argue.  You're not going to tell me it's an impossibility.  You're going do do what I say, or you're going to risk my wrath, Hildi," she finished softly, with an edge of scary sweetness.  "Now, I know you don't want to do that, do you, love?"  After Hildi shook her head quickly, Pansy gave her another mirthless smile.  "Good girl.  Run along, then."

Hildi stood up on shaky legs and made her way into Cormac's office. 

Cormac looked up as she entered the room and noticed his assistant was unusually pale.  "Hildi, are you not well?" he asked. 

"No-no, Mr. McLaggen, I'm fine," she said, somewhat uncertainly.  "Excuse me for interrupting, I know you said you did not wish to be disturbed this afternoon, but there's a very persuasive woman here to see you, her name is Miss Parkinson.  She refuses to schedule an appointment, and I do believe she just threatened me, sir, if I didn't tell you she was here."

Cormac was amused; that did sound like Pansy. And while she certainly had been on his mind for the last couple days he wasn't expecting this.  He chuckled and said, "Hildi, you did just fine.  Please show Miss Parkinson in, and then why don't you take the rest of the afternoon off?" 

Hildi left the office and turned to Pansy.  "Mr. McLaggen is ready for you, Miss Parkinson."  And I do not get paid enough to deal with Cormac's lady friends, she added silently to herself.

I'll bet he's ready for me, Pansy thought as she swept past the girl and into the inner office closing the door behind her.  She arranged her face to have an embarrassed expression and smiled softly.  "I'm so terribly sorry for interrupting your workday, Mr. McLaggen.  I just felt there were pressing matters that we needed to discuss."

Cormac stood and walked over to where Pansy was standing, brushing a strand of hair out of Pansy's face, tucking it behind her ear.    "I don't see how you could ever be an interruption, Miss Parkinson.  Pressing matters?  Ah, yes, we do have some unfinished business, don't we?"  Cormac circled Pansy, coming up behind her and placing a kiss on the side of her neck.

"Yes, there were some things left unfinished the last time we met," she replied coyly.  "If you don't think it horribly forward of me, I'd very much like to discuss them now," she whispered, turning into the circle of his arms and allowing him easier access to the most sensitive spot underneath her ear.

"I give you clearance to discuss any matter with me, day or night, no matter how trivial," he said, and his lips began moving across her neck in earnest, alternating nibbling with his teeth and kissing until his lips reached her mouth, finally claiming his prize.  Cormac was certain he was in the middle of an incredibly wonderful daydream, but he was going to use whatever this was to his advantage.  He pulled Pansy tight against him and ran his hands under her shirt, loving the feel of his hands on her, slowing when he neared her breasts, and murmured, "If this is a dream, please don't wake me."

Pansy broke away momentarily and murmured, "Cormac?"

"Yes, love?"

"Less talking, hmm?"

She loosed his tie and slid it through the collar of his starched shirt.  Yanking the shirt free from his trousers, she pushed her hands underneath the cloth to the skin of his back, liking the reaction she got very much.  A primal sound, one she'd have liked to have heard when there was much, much less clothing involved, erupted from his mouth and she raked her fingernails down his back, while kissing and biting down his neck.

Cormac picked her up and placed her on his desk, first taking just a moment to neatly stack the files he'd been working on.  This was met with an exasperated sigh from Pansy and a forceful tug on the front of his shirt, and soon, files forgotten, he was standing between her knees, watching her take off his shirt.   He looked down at her, her hair mussed, lips swollen, blouse unbuttoned, and felt a renewed need to have this woman, middle of the workday or not.

He was kissing her fervently as she worked to loose his belt when he heard the unmistakable sound of an departmental memo soar through the open window above his closed office door.  It hovered for a few seconds, and then started pricking him on the back of his neck. Steadfastly ignoring the memo, he continued his assault on her mouth, swatting the memo away with the hand not tangled in the back of Pansy's hair.  After a few moments more, wherein he grew more and more distracted, Pansy finally pushed him away.

"You have got to be bloody kidding me.  First an owl, then a... What is that?  A paper airplane?"  She looked at him incredulously.

"I'll read it quick, love."  He looked down, ripping open the memo.  "Bloody. Friggin. Hell."  Cormac dropped his head down onto Pansy's wonderfully heaving chest.  "Madame LeGrot has just called an emergency meeting.  I have about thirty seconds to appear or else we'll be very rudely interrupted."

Pansy put her hands on his desk, leaning back and looking up at the ceiling while he frantically rearranged his clothing.  "I'm trying to decide what I'm feeling here," she began.  "I suppose if I cared enough, it would be... humiliation."  She focused her attention on the man in front of her, buttoning up her blouse and smoothing her hair.

"Well, thank Merlin you don't care enough.  That's the last thing I want you to feel when you're with me.  I want you to feel like the beautiful, sexy, amazing woman you are. I will make you feel like that. Soon." Cormac's eyes held a promise of things to come.

She narrowed her eyes and grabbed his necktie, pulling him down till they were nose to nose.  "The odds on that happening, my dear Cormac, are decidedly slim."  She kissed him one last time and opened the door.  "Tag, Mr. McLaggen.  You're it."

{Summary:  Pansy visits Cormac at his place of business.  There are inter-departmental memos and innuendo.}