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Percy Colors	By : IndigoInsane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter I swear. This is just my way of expressing my Percy fixation without making any sort of profit I swear.

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Opal

Flicking the lights on in his office Percy stumbled inside while gripping a warm cup of tea and several files. Carefully setting them down on his desk it wasn’t until Percy had hung his cloak up and changed his window view that he noticed the small box on his desk.

Well, it most likely wasn’t cursed to have gotten through all the security regulations. Cautiously Percy picked it up and tried to remember if it was any sort of holiday. It weighed less than his coffee and the box easily fit in the palm of his hand, around the perfect size for a prank from the twins.

Muttering to himself Percy stuck it in an unimportant drawer and began searching for a quill. The twins could only send him so many dungbombs and gnomes charmed to sing dirty limericks before Percy gave up on unsigned package. He would probably return it when he met Fred and George after work for dinner.

Hours later and consumed by negotiations for the location of the next Quidditch world cup the little package was forgotten as Percy left work, and again the next day. A couple of weeks passed and every once in a while Percy would remember something about needing to return a box right in time for a new intern to accidently flood the corridor. After a couple of months the box was shoved to the back of the drawer to make room for pictures of Percy’s baby niece.

Inside that box a milky white piece of opal set in a silver band waited with a simple note:

I love you Percy, say you love me to.

Stagecoach

“Driver! Hold the stagecoach please!” Through the rain and muck a voice called out causing the stagecoach to lurch to a halt. Impatient, Severus was about to knock against the window to tell the driver to hurry up when the door opened to reveal a wet lump of cloth topped with a blur of red hair.

“Thank you sir, I’ll bother you no further.” The door was slammed shut and Severus found his peace quite disturbed. Climbing into the seat across Severus he saw the bundle shift slightly until a hand was reached out towards him. “I’m Percy Weasley, third son of Baron Arthur Weasley and Baroness Molly Prewitt.”

“I’m familiar with the name.” Severus sneered, yet another impoverished noble family with too many children looking to throw them upon the crown. “I assume you’re heading towards the capital?”

Seeing Severus wasn’t going to shake his hand Percy reached over to pull his cloak down to reveal his face. Surprised Severus noticed that the boy wasn’t entirely horrible to look at for a near commoner. “Yes, I’m to work under Lord Crouch.”

Ah, an incompetent fool if Severus had ever met one. A fool with a ruthless son fond of his father’s younger charges. There was no doubt about where this Weasley would end up, possible a scandal but most likely kept quiet by Crouch Junior’s overprotective mother. Things could certainly be worse; it would certainly fix that naivety he could actually feel coming from the boy. Severus didn’t catch himself asking anything until it was too late, “Just what will your duties be?”

“Didn’t my parents or Marques Kingsley tell you sir? I am to seduce you in order to ascertain if your political leanings sway towards Duke Dumbledore or Prince Riddle. Why else would I stop a carriage in the middle of the night on its way to London?” If Severus was shocked he certainly hid it well while Percy simply smiled. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“I can see that line of reasoning. But what puzzles me is why such paragons of morality would send their own child to warm their potential enemy’s bed?” The carriage stuttered several times as it made the transition from cobble to dirt. It wouldn’t be until late morning that the two reached their destination, barring ill weather.

Feeling a bit warmer Percy peeled off his thick cloak to reveal a well toned and modestly dressed body. “Those were more the Marques’s words then my parents. I believe they have more than a cloudy idea about the details then they would care to admit though.” Moving slightly towards the window the boy conjured a book from somewhere, “Do not worry my Lord, I have no intention to follow my supposed mission or assist either side in their bid for the throne. I simply believed you should know that you are being watched.”

As Percy began to read Severus rethought his opinion, perhaps this child was more capable then he had imagined. He could even prove to be an amusing diversion from this brewing feud. “If you ever grow sick of either Crouch’s advances my chamber are always open for a game of chess.”

Only briefly looking up Percy offered the same quiet smile, “I would like that.”

Severus caught himself smiling as well, “Very well.” Perhaps this season at court wouldn’t be so infuriatingly dull after all.

Chili Pepper

After moving to his own flat Percy had been quite happy to find a charming restaurant just down the street. The owner’s obsession with peppers hadn’t deterred him at all; Percy was actually quite fond of them.

Throughout the falling out with his family, war and eventual reconstruction Percy was definitely a regular even after he moved halfway across town. Of course that would make him very predictable, a dangerous habit with rogue deatheaters still loose. Still, just like every other Saturday evening Percy stepped up to the counter for their usual order and was shocked to hear a familiar voice behind him.

“Perce?” Oliver, it had certainly been a while and Percy would have preferred they never meet again. Placing his order with the very kind witch behind the counter Percy made a point of walking away to the pickup area without acknowledging the other man. Oliver still followed him, even when Percy turned his back to him completely. “Please Percy. C’mon, I just want to apologize.”

Unable to resist the urge to lash out Percy moved to face Oliver, “For what Oliver? I seem to remember you yelling that you have nothing to apologize for.” Percy tried not to be happy when Oliver flinched. He failed.

“For being a complete ass. For walking out on you and acting blind.” The server wasn’t the only one staring when Percy picked up his order. Grabbing the two bags Percy headed for the door with Oliver following. They were out onto the sidewalk when Percy replied.

“You’re forgiven. Now go away.” Oliver didn’t, instead as Percy tried to walk away he found an iron grip on his arm. “Let me go Oliver.”

Reluctantly Oliver did. “Let me make it up to you somehow.” Oliver pleaded. “Please Percy I feel like something you’d find in a pile of dragon dung.”

Impressed by his ex’s honesty Percy finally looked him in the eye, “I appreciate it Oliver, really I do. I wouldn’t mind having lunch with you sometime but right now I have someone waiting for me.”

Percy only made it a few steps before Oliver caught up to him. “Who?”

This was something that had nearly caused another falling out with his family. “Marcus Flint,” he sighed.

“Oh.” Well this was already much better than telling his family. “Slytherin Flint? The one that bashed my brains in with a bludger?”

“Yes.” Why couldn’t anyone Percy knew have a good memory of Flint?

“Is he nice?” Yes this was definitely much, much better than having to tell his family.

“You’ve met him before Oliver.” Percy remembered he hadn’t thought to ask for extra roasted peppers.

“Right. Is he mean to you?” Ah, ever mind, they were still in one of the bags between the rice and the soup. “Perce?” Percy looked up to a concerned Oliver, “He treats ya well doesn’t he? Cause if he doesn’t…”

“He treats me fine Oliver. I feel more loved then I ever have.” Percy re-cast the warming charm just to be sure.

“Coming from your family that’s not much Percy and let’s be honest I treated you like crap.” Maybe this wasn’t going as well as Percy thought it was.

“I’m happy. Why don’t you visit me at work tomorrow?” Checking his watch Percy realized he should have been home ages ago. “I have to go Oliver. Say hello to your mother and hug the cat for me would you? You’ll have to tell me whether or not your father received his promotion or not.” Even as he was speaking Percy was walking down the street. “Goodbye Oliver.”

Three weeks later they had met to eat out twice and Oliver was feeling much better. Who knew Flint had a habit of sending flowers to his lover’s office?

Red Rose Bouquet

Percy woke up to roses. Lots and lots of roses. Some were scattered on the bed but most were suspended in the air in front of him. Unable to comprehend what he was seeing Percy sat in bed until Oliver ripped the curtain aside.

“Wow. Um, congratulations?” Mindful of the roses Percy slid out of bed to stand next to Oliver. They both stared at the bed for a moment before Oliver spoke again, “Any ideas who…”

“Broke into our dorm, presumably watched me sleep and then enchanted dozens of prickly things above me head?” Percy finished.

“Ya know I was thinking this was real romantic and you have to come in and make it really creepy.” Percy honestly wasn’t sure if Oliver was being honest or not.

“Why don’t we go to breakfast and see if the house elves have this cleaned up after classes.” Percy suggested.

They were both dressed and in the great hall in record time eating breakfast and waiting for the mail. Discretely Percy tried to see if anyone was acting unusual but between that Lovegood girl and Creevy everyone seemed to stand out in one way or another. He sighed before turning to his food, what had happened to acting respectable in public?

“Is something bothering you?” Startled Percy looked up from his eggs to see a concerned Penelope sitting next to him.

“Someone left roses in Percy’s bed last night. While we were sleeping.” Oliver replied from across them. “We’re not really sure what to feel, creeped outs kind of up there.” Penelope was silent for a moment while struggling to think of something to say.

“Well, perhaps they had better intentions.” She argued while Percy focused on his pumpkin juice. Even for the twins this would be a bit too cruel, maybe Jordan acting on his own? Or one of the Slytherin’s he had recently caught with stolen cigars outside of Honeydukes?

“I don’t know,” Said Oliver while reaching for more bacon. “Who wouldn’t be a little freaked out? Mostly flattered of course but a note or something would have been nice.”

Percy coughed, “The mails here. Do you still get the paper Penny? There should be an article on the meeting with Bulgaria I would like to read when you’re done with it.”

“Yes of course Percy, you take the international section while I browse business.” Penelope waved off. Turning back to Oliver she continued, “Do you have any idea who it was?”

Tuning out the conversation Percy tilted his head back to observe the flurry of owls swooping over them. Out of the corner of his eye Percy saw a blur of red. Then another, and another, all getting closer. Please dear Merlin no. Soon Percy could easily pick out a dozen owls carrying several red roses at a time.

A barn owl was the first one to land almost on top of Percy’s breakfast. “See, that’s just sweet.” Penelope said.

“Absolutely, good and normal,” Oliver agreed while Percy picked up the roses. The barn owl flew off with a cheerful hoot right away as a small black owl landed with more roses. Percy grabbed those ones as well only for three more owls to arrive. Soon Oliver and Penelope had to help set aside the roses while the owls just kept coming. Without a doubt most people were staring and some were even laughing.

Eventually the owls did stop coming and all three of them were left with large armfuls or roses. “Do you two still think this is sweet?” Percy mumbled as they started the trip back to Gryffindor tower.

“Yes.” Penelope smiled, “I think this person is crazy about you.”

“Crazy, that fits.” Oliver grumbled and that was it for conversation while they tried not to be jostled too much. Several people stopped them and Percy had to remind himself not to be hurt when they commented on how lucky Oliver or Penelope were. His friends always made a point to correct them but that just made it worse when he saw their surprise.

The roses were still on the bed when they reached Percy and Oliver’s dorm room. Oliver dumped the roses he had carried on top of the bed and Percy followed suit.

“These are really nice roses.” Instead of following the boys Penelope got out her wand to transfigure a vase from a cup on the bedside table. With a bit of coercing Oliver and Percy helped her create vases for the rest of the flowers and placed them throughout the room. Percy couldn’t help but smile at the beautiful sight before remembering that by then he was at least ten minutes late for charms.

Parting with Penelope as she headed for potions the boys snuck into class as Professor Flitwick was explaining a rather complicated charm recorded to have only been cast once by a witch from the fourteenth century.

They continued with their classes, keeping an eye out for more roses of course but aside from the teasing and questioning looks things were fairly normal. After dinner Oliver headed off to the quidditch pitch of course and Percy decided on a bit of studying in the library. Perhaps if he had a bit of spare time he could look up that witch.

Distracted by this Percy didn’t notice the sound of a door opening behind him until it was too late and he was being dragged inside. As the door slammed shut Percy looked up to see who still had a grip around the back of his neck.

“Malfoy?” Draco Malfoy actually, Percy remembered tutoring the brat several times in herbology. Standing up straight so that Malfoy was forced to let go or stand on his tiptoes Percy noticed that in one hand was a dozen roses. “You did this?”

“Obviously.”

That left only one question. “Why?”

The flowers were practically shoved in his face. “Just clear your schedule for the next Hogsmeade weekend.” Before Percy could reply Malfoy had already left.

Just where did Draco get his romantic advice?

Botanical Green

After their trek around the lake Percy had sworn that he would never venture outside with Oliver again. Especially after last week when Percy had ended up having to clean grass stains and pick branches out of his hair.

However Percy had seen Oliver’s last several tests in herbology and hadn’t been able to ignore it. So instead of spending the rainy, cold and overall miserable Saturday morning in the common room they were inside the edge of the Forbidden Forrest. Kneeling in the mud Percy continued his search for unusual specimens while Oliver darted in and out of his sight. “Percy? Is this it?”

Percy looked up to see Oliver holding a speckled red and white mushroom. “No Oliver, that’s crumblecap. We’re looking for Alda’s crumblecap; it has little blue spots in the center.”

Without a further glance Oliver tossed the mushroom aside before sitting down. “Why are we out here?”

“Because Professor Sprout was kind enough to offer you extra credit to help your awful habit of never studying,” Percy scolded. Moving aside some leaves he continued his search a little closer to a fallen tree.

Without standing up Oliver started to shuffle closer to Percy. “Yeah, I’m a horrible student but why are you here? Your grades are perfect.”

Embarrassed Percy redoubled his efforts. “I couldn’t properly explain the difference between alderoot and briskweed on our last exam.” Batting away a much closer Oliver Percy pointed to the other side of the clearing. “Search over there Oliver. And don’t forget Professor Sprout will accept rare or unusual specimens in lieu of the Alda’s crumblecap.”

“Really?” Plucking the something off the ground at random he held it up for Percy to see. “Something like this?”

“Oliver, that’s grass.”

“Oh.” Silently they resumed their search. For all of five minutes maybe, Oliver couldn’t resist the urge to show Percy everything he saw. Everything. Oftentimes more than once until Percy was very close to calling it quits or leaving Oliver alone in the woods.

“Oliver. I want you to listen very carefully. Unless you find the one specific thing we are looking for I don’t want to hear a word. Understood?” The look on Percy’s face was downright scary, meaning Oliver was very quick to nod in agreement. “Good. Now-What’s that in your hand?”

Looking down at the little green…something Oliver had scraped off a tree. “I don’t know. And I wasn’t going to ask.”

“It’s fine Oliver.” Cracking his back slightly Percy finally stood up to walk over to Oliver. “Does it feel more slimy or smooth? What about weight?” Before Oliver could stand up or answer Percy had a grip on his wrist and was poking at it.

“Can we go inside now? Please?” Oliver pleaded. Breakfast seemed like forever ago and if it started raining any harder he was going to drown. “Is this some sort of special plant that will make me grow wings or something?”

“Oh no,” Percy replied. “Its common fire moss but it should start to burn very soon. If we don’t get you to the hospital wing you might not be able to play keeper in the Ravenclaw match.”

Oliver practically carried Percy up to Madam Pomfrey to get the gunk off him. Assured that Oliver would be fine Percy left after promising to meet him during dinner.

Until then he was going back to the Forbidden Forrest to complete his task unbothered.

Tuckers Truck

After nearly an hour of awkward silence and trying to only stare at the highway zipping by Percy finally decided he should try to talk to Marcus. It certainly wasn’t easy when he noticed the death grip Marcus had on the steering wheel or downright murderous glare but Percy reminded himself that his boyfriend wasn’t mad at him. Well, actually Marcus probably was but that was just a part of the rugby player, he was always mad at everybody and everything just at varying degrees. So Percy should be able to say something without getting pushed out of the still moving truck.

“So…your parents didn’t know?” Marcus didn’t turn to face him or show any reaction besides flipping of an old sedan.

“Weren’t supposed be home.” Well that certainly explained a lot. Mainly why Mr. and Mrs. Flint had been surprised to see the two of them in a very…intimate position on their living room couch. Just thinking about it made Percy’s ear burn. Needless to say things hadn’t gone over very well and had ended in a near fistfight before Marcus had dragged them into his pickup and started driving.

Where they were going suddenly became the last thing on Percy’s mind. “Oh. I’m sorry Marcus. Do you need somewhere to stay?” His parents certainly didn’t like Marcus but given the circumstances they were bound to be understanding.

Marcus looked at him with pure exasperation, “They won’t cancel any of the cards. Stop looking all girly, it’s not like I’m fond of `em.” Percy had heard more than one rant about his parents to back that up. Still, Marcus had to feel something; some of the things they had said were horrible!

Ignoring every tale about emotionally compromised drivers and the perils of distraction on the road Percy slid over until he was pressed against Marcus’s side and the older boy took a hand off the wheel to wrap around him. “You aren’t bothered at all?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Now Marcus was starting to sound annoyed. “Jesus it’s not like you walked out on me or somethin.”

Percy looked up at Marcus, “What did you say?”

“Just shut up till we get to the cabin.”

Author’s Notes: There it is, chapter 2 and much sooner than I expected. What can I say, the review made me feel loved. So thank you very, very much for reviewing because it gave me supremely warm fuzzys.

Opal-It started out as a Marcus/Percy one with them staying at the burrow for dinner but I’ll be honest I’m not too fond of a few of the Weasleys treat Percy so it was too difficult to write. Besides I like this much more.

Stagecoach-Yay! A wildly AU little one that was insanely fun to write. The dialogue was my favorite part, although I was nervous writing from Snape’s point of view.

Chili Pepper-It was hard not to turn this insanely depressing.

Red Rose Bouquet-Even when writing this I had no idea who was sending the flowers. None whatsoever but The Twin helped me choose Draco because well…I had pretty much eliminated everyone else and thought why not?

Botanical Green-Cute, I instantly knew what I wanted with this one.

Tucker’s Truck-This one had a rocky start and I ended up having to start over a couple times but I’m happy with it now.
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