Helena Bonham Carter Character ONE SHOTS

the cleaner (NSFW)

soft grunts can be heard echoing throughout the house as you walk inside from your long day at work.

what the bloody hell is that sound?

you walk into the kitchen to see a small woman on her hands and knees under the kitchen sink. you lean against the door frame and your eyes lower, the sight causing you to grin.

"what a state this is in. when was the last time you cleaned in here? buggar," she sighs, "i'll be on me hands and knees all night getting this off."

you hum softly in response and she turns around, cigarette in mouth, and looks at you.

"oh!" she says startled. she immediately stands up and puts out the cigarette, fixing the backside of her dress with one hand while shaking your hand with the other.

"you must be mrs. y/l/n," she looks down sheepishly.

"yes, that's me, but please, just call me y/n," you grin at her newfound shyness, "and you're mrs. potter i assume?"

"i didn't realize the lady of the house was home. your husband said the house would be empty," she says nervously.

"i got off work early," you smile and look her up and down, "i hope that isn't a bother to you."

"oh, of course not. don't be silly," she flashes a smile. her gaze drops and her eyes wander over your body, simply admiring the dress you're in and how it falls so effortlessly over your curves and accentuates your breasts.

"my husband will be home in about an hour," you say, interrupting her thoughts.

"i'll, erm, get back to work then!" her eyes shoot back up to meet yours and she inhales shakily. you smile and nod, turning around and heading off into your living room so you can catch up on some reading.

~.~

after around 15 minutes of you reading in your chair, mrs. potter walks in with a vacuum. a record player to your right immediately catches her eye.

"mind if i play some music?" she asks.

you nod. she chooses one record from the many you have on display and a song begins playing. soon after, she plugs in the vacuum and goes to work on the flooring, singing along softly to the music playing.

she watches you as you slowly lick your finger and turn a page. her heart is absolutely pounding in her chest, begging for any form of attention from you.

she stands in front of you with the vacuum and bends over to expose her breasts a little more, though you're too engrossed in your book to take any form of notice. this frustrates her so she decides to bring the vacuum closer to your feet. still with no reaction or anything from you, she clears her throat.

you look up at her and she smiles as she says, "spread your legs."

"pardon me?" you ask, slightly offended.

"you can either spread them or move them out of the way entirely, but i need to vacuum there," she says more confident now.

"oh, right!" you blush and decide to lift them up into your chair so they're out of the way completely.