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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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Honey Pot

Baking was definitely not one of Percy’s skills. Not to mention he really shouldn’t be attempting something as complicated as a Madam Ross’s honey cake in his tiny kitchen. But Percy was still going to succeed at this or die trying.

Still occasionally glaring at the oven Percy started to gather the ingredients for the syrupy coating. Hearing a clatter from the direction of the oven Percy jumped only to swear when he accidentally knocked a bowl over that shattered against the floor.

“Percy?” Why was Oliver home early?

Leaning against the counter Percy continued to pick shards of glass out of his foot. “I’m baking; you’re picking up take-out for dinner.”

“Is this about what my mother said? `Cause I don’t care if you’re not a baker, I’d get fat if you were and then I’d get kicked of the team and we’d have to move out of our lovely flat.” Easy for Oliver to say, he wasn’t the one being glared at as Mother Wood commented on how her son was wasting away.

Casting a simple healing charm Percy started to measure out the ingredients again just as the chime went off. “Damn it!”

Turning back to the oven Percy nearly ran right into Oliver as he was already bent over the oven. “Let me help ya out here. If I’m gonna get fat and blame you later then you’re going to want to say I had a hand in my undoing.”

“Fine,” Happy to be rid of that stupid cake Percy turned back towards the simpler task of mixing the syrup. “You can help with the brownies tomorrow.”

Temptation

Fascination was a good way to describe their first meeting. Temptation was more honest.

Sitting in an overstuffed chair Lucius was patiently thinking of ways he could teach Fudge not to keep him waiting without making the near useless man think he was important enough to warrant his disdain. Finally hearing the door open Lucius was surprised to see a familiar shade of red hair. Quickly and with an unexpected amount of grace Percy walked across the room to set a tray of tea on the desk in front of him. “Minister Fudge apologizes for the wait Mr. Malfoy. He will be here quite soon.”

Lucius leaned back with a smirk, “These are the Minister’s own words?”

Percy turned a shade of red nearly bright enough to match his hair, “Not quite.” He mumbled before continuing in a panic, “However Minister Fudge is very busy at the moment and surely would have sent me if he wasn’t so preoccupied.”

The rambling would have continued if Lucius hadn’t interrupted, “Don’t be afraid to advance yourself at the expense of others, I doubt Fudge has done anything to truly earn your loyalty.” In that moment as Percy stared at the desk unable to unpin himself from Lucius’s gaze the older man saw an innocence; delicate desire to do what’s right in need of corrupting. Percy saw the power and sophistication he craved.

Lucius left with Percy before Fudge could come stumbling in with half apologies. They ate lunch at the manor, something that would soon become a habit. By the end of the week Percy was working in Lucius’s office and they were both putting in longer hours. Oftentimes the two would take a break in the evening with a brief stroll outside, possible stopping for an early dinner.

One of these walks brought them to a small park neither of them had known about. Stopping to sit on a suitably clean bench they continued their conversation. “Having to cater to the muggleborns only takes away from our own children’s education,” Lucius argued.

“Perhaps,” Percy agreed. Hesitantly he brought up his own point, “Isn’t that our own fault? Hogwarts records the name of every witch and wizard at birth yet we wait eleven years before tossing them into a completely foreign world the summer before their first term. Even after that shocking experience there is no official effort to teach muggleborns proper wizard society or etiquette. It hardly seems fair to blame them for their ignorance when they’re offered nothing.”

It was difficult but Percy managed to resist the urge to look away from Lucius’s critical gaze. “You may have a point.” Of course he was just humoring the boy. They had already repeated this conversation many times before and Lucius always managed to unravel Percy’s logic. “The Ministry certainly doesn’t have the funds for introductory courses and I highly doubt any sane witch or wizard would see any justice in having to pay for another child’s early education.” Lucius sneered, “Especially when it becomes increasingly obvious they are incapable of providing their own children with any knowledge.”

Their conversation moved elsewhere as they started the walk back, but not before Lucius was satisfied that he had proven himself right. Over the following weeks Lucius and Percy began to work less in the evenings and take more stops along their walks.

Lucius eyed his young protégé openly, finding reasons to touch him as he enjoyed Percy’s increasingly flustered reactions. Patience was certainly a virtue but several months after meeting Percy Lucius had had enough of it. Leaning across the chess table Lucius gave Percy a surprisingly chaste kiss before standing up. “We can continue this later.” Without a glance back Lucius began walking towards his bedroom and waited for Percy to follow.

Neither one was surprised Percy quickly reached Lucius. After all, every man has a certain weakness to temptation.

Sunnyside Up

One certainly couldn’t call Percy an optimistic person. A realist yes, but that was rarely a compliment. It didn’t matter though because compared to Severus he is a ball of sunshine.

Being his lover (Percy had used the word ‘boyfriend’ once and hadn’t dared approach Severus until a full twenty-four hours later) obligated Percy to occasionally shake Severus from his cynicism before he became depressed. Normally it was simple enough, pointing out a not completely useless student or digging up the right book. Little things to brighten the older man’s day that Percy often enjoyed as well.

Recently things had become much more difficult and Percy was actually starting to feel worried. Skipping a side trip to his own flat he had rushed to Severus’s personal quarters at Hogwarts. Settling in a comfortable chair by the fire Percy had waited for his lover to arrive so they could discuss taking a vacation together before the summer was over. Over two hours later Percy had decided it was time to go searching for him.

Setting aside the book he had found on the coffee table and slowly standing up Percy only made it halfway to the door before Severus was on him. Pushing him against the wall Severus had already undone the buttons on Percy’s robe and was busy marking up his collarbone with little bites and nibbles that drove Percy near crazy. This was probably his favorite way of cheering Severus up by far, especially as impatient hands simply pushed under the waistband of his pants without bothering to pull them down.

Later Severus would explain that he was late because he had to keep his last class late until they understood to importance of proper measurements while Percy nodded in agreement.

For now Percy coaxed his arms into action and wondered if they were going to make it to the bedroom this time.

Windwood Spring

They were lost and without their wands which in Percy’s mind meant he and Oliver were doomed to roam the English countryside until they starved or succumbed to the elements. Oliver seemed to think this was all a delightful adventure to brag about to his friends when the school year started.

Exhausted and hungry Percy huddled against a tree while keeping an eye on Oliver to make sure he didn’t run off further into the woods. Completely oblivious to Percy’s suffering the other boy was more than happy to poke at various plant life. “Hey Percy, do ya think these ones are edible?”

“Oliver, those are blackberries. I would certainly hope so.” Undeterred by Percy’s sarcasm Oliver began munching away. Plucking a handful he walked over to Percy.

“Ya want some?” It was in that moment that he gave up on being mad at Oliver. There simply wasn’t any point in it. Besides, it wasn’t as if Oliver had intentionally grabbed the damaged portkey his mother had been meaning to dispose of. Yes, it was in no way Oliver’s fault that they weren’t currently a quiet holiday in Spain with Oliver’s uncle. Percy just had to keep telling himself that.

Grabbing a few of the best looking ones Percy tried them. Not bad, they actually tasted quite sweet. “Thank you Oliver.” At least one problem was solved, moving back to where Oliver had found the berries the two moved along the bushes to find the best ones. The weather was warm, but not horribly so and with Oliver constantly offering the best branches Percy was actually starting to feel a little happier.

Until he fell into a pool of water. Coughing and looking very similar (not that Oliver would admit it) to a drowned cat Percy stumbled his way to the shore where Oliver was waiting for him looking at a small, weather-worn sign.

“It’s a hot spring!” Hauling Percy up Oliver pointed at the sign. “See these wizards found it ages ago, even though we’re probably nowhere near Bath. So anyways after they found it they cast some muggle repelling charms and voila!”

“Yes Oliver, I can read.” That certainly explained why the water had been so hot and even now Percy could see a thin wisp of steam floating away. At least it wasn’t cold, Percy remembered enough showers in the winter to hate being cold and wet. Honestly, if Percy went through the effort to cast a few heating charms in the prefect’s bathroom the others could at least extend the courtesy.

While Percy was wrapped up in his own inner rant Oliver began undressing. Around the time he got to his underwear and was taking a couple steps towards the hot spring. Seeing the confused look Percy was giving him Oliver pointed towards the water. “Aren’t we going to swim?” Off went the smalls as Oliver stuck a toe in. “Oh, we should get one of these in the locker rooms.”

Obviously Oliver had gone completely insane but Percy was hardly in a position to argue, he was a normal teenage boy on some level anyways. Seeing his boyfriend completely nude and splashing about was very…pleasant. Besides, his clothes needed to dry off anyways and it was a might chilly out.

Coming to a decision Percy began to neatly peel off his clothes and set them aside. “Are ya going to join me Perce? I’m getting lonely over here.”

“Just a moment,” Shedding the last of his clothes Percy half expected someone to leap from the bushes. Walking quickly to where the water was waist deep Percy let Oliver hold him. “See this is nice, we can find our way back later and say we had a good time.”

Murmuring in agreement Percy let himself relax and lean in closer to Oliver. Maybe he would trust him with the portkey again someday.

            Bowbells

            Percy should have ran the moment he heard giggling. But no, Percy just had to shrug and say a mob of devious girls was part of dating Penelope. They had approached him as Percy was waiting for Penelope outside the Ravenclaw tower.

            Stupid Percy had thought they were being nice when they told him Penelope had been the library for ten minutes already.

And now, Percy was in a dress. Not just any dress either, but a blue frilly one with enough lace and bows to make a five year old Ginny lovesick.

Huddling behind a statue in a hopefully abandoned corridor Percy was planning his apology to Penelope for standing her up because there was simply no way he was leaving until he was sure no one would see him. He could already imagine, with his luck Snape would catch him trying to sneak back his dorm after curfew. With a very quiet sigh Percy closed his eyes and curled up a little more.

“Percy? Are you ok?” The relief at hearing Penelope’s voice was killed by the humor in her voice.

Looking up Percy saw that his girlfriend could at least resist the urge to laugh, if only barely. “Your friends are evil. Transfigure my robes back?”

Now Penelope did laugh. “I’m sorry Percy they took my wand to. Didn’t you notice anything different about me?”

Feeling like an idiot Percy realized that Penelope’s standard Hogwarts uniform had been transfigured into some very dashing dress robes. Staying behind the statue Percy stood up, trying not to trip and snap his neck because of his new shoes. “Why do you get to be the attractive one?”

Percy felt much better when Penelope smiled, “I think we both look very charming.” Taking a few steps forward so that she could wrap her arms around Percy Penelope asked, “How do you think they found out about our little hobby?”

Blushing Percy could only shrug, “I can only hope your evil friends aren’t also voyeurs.”

Powder Room

When Percy had to leave for his own flat the thing he had been the most taken with was the fact that this was one-hundred percent his own space. A place where no one could barge in wearing only their underwear and eat the last of the marshmallows. No more tacky floral prints or crushed toes for Percy, instead he had a place to call his.

Except for the corner bathroom or as the nice real estate witch had called it, the ‘powder room’. In all honesty Percy hated everything about that room. Especially the red tile. It reminded him to much of wine.

There really wasn’t anything Percy could do though; any effort to fix the room would only make him hate it more.

Glancing at the clock Percy actually groaned before setting his coffee cup back in the sink. It was getting late and he needed to be ready soon. The clothes would be easy enough, the less the better was the general rule. As for makeup or anything Percy knew tonight’s client to be fairly tame so none of that thank Merlin. It didn’t matter how many times he applied it or was complemented, he still felt ridicules all done up. Especially all the stupid eye gunk, it was messy, uncomfortable and nearly impossible to get just right…

With one last glance at the kitchen Percy forced himself to stop procrastinating. It was a new habit he had picked up, yet another thing his younger self would be ashamed of.

Taking the few steps across the living room Percy opened the door to the powder room. Aside from a toilet and sink he had managed to cram a small dresser into one corner. Tossing his pajamas out the door he chose something to wear at random. Everything in the dresser was the same shade of black or blue so matching really wasn’t an issue. If Percy needed to actually stay dressed for more than a few moments he had proper clothes in his room.

A quick look in the mirror and Percy was rushing out, only briefly glancing to see if there was any new information from Kingsley waiting for him on the coffee table. Last time they had been able to meet he had promised Percy that his parents didn’t know exactly how he was getting his information for the Order. But Percy was starting to have his doubts, especially after that letter the twins sent.

Nothing was there of course, and with one last longing glance at the all too comfortable couch Percy headed outside.

Brown Sugar

Percy knew to be very, very quiet. The fact that he was allowed to sit in the corner while Severus was busy brewing a potion in his personal lab was a huge privilege that he didn’t want to lose.

Still, there was something that was bothering him. Waiting until Severus was hunched over a cauldron Percy took a few hesitant steps forward and smelled the air. Brown sugar and it was definitely coming from where several cauldrons were simmering.

In all his years taking potions Percy couldn’t recall ever using any sort of baking ingredients or reading about their use beyond cookbooks. Still, after years of his mothers cooking Percy could recognize the smell of cooked brown sugar anywhere.

Without realizing it Percy had already taken a few more steps forward to stand in front of one of the long, worn out tables Severus used for laying out tools and ingredients. Severus glared at him from across the table but resumed crushing the arrowroot. “I told you not to get in my way.”

Hearing no real bite in Severus’s voice Percy felt free to continue looking around, spotting several items of questionable legality but nothing else unusual. “I’m not in the way. Did you finish grading our papers?” Diversion tactics never worked with Severus but Percy wanted to avoid having to ask why his lab smelled like a bakery.

“They can wait until next week.” Percy is convinced that Severus’s harsh grading is because he has to stay up late into the night before grades are due. Of course he did perfectly fine (before they began their relationship thank you) but Severus was likely to be in a horrible mood for days afterword.

“There aren’t as many students this year.” Percy said amiably. Suddenly the smell became much stronger; surely Severus must know this was driving him crazy. “What’s that smell?”

Severus looked him as if he was an idiot. “Brown sugar.”

Percy waved him off, “Of course, but what is it for? I didn’t know you could use it in potion making.”

Now it was Severus’s turn to be dismissive. “You can’t, the lotus seeds are reacting unusually with the hyacinth.”

That certainly explained things rather well. “Do you feel like dessert?” Surely Severus wasn’t immune to the smells of baking, not after they had been down in the cold for several hours. He had seen the man shiver more than once.

“You are being ridicules.”

“We could eat in your room.” That was playing dirty and Percy knew it, but if you were going to compete with potions a bit of ruthlessness was required. When Severus started to summon a few bottles Percy nearly danced for joy. Deep down Severus wanted a break as well. Probably.

Frosted Mulberry

Percy pressed his hand against the window and watched his breath fog up the glass. A sudden storm had hit last night covering the remote area in a thick blanket of snow. A fireplace warmed the room and Percy was surrounded by comfortable quilts and pillows. Percy still shivered when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around him.

“It looks nice out.”

For a few moments it seemed as though Percy wouldn’t reply until he murmured, “Perfect for going outside.” He sounded slightly hopeful as he pressed another hand against the window sill, “It is the weekend after all.”

The voice behind him sighed, “I’m sorry Percy, I have to leave.”

“I would still be on the grounds Marcus; I doubt anyone from the Ministry is going to pop up for a surprise visit.” That was a bit of a lie, people had come by to see if things at Flint Manor were fitting in with the Ministry’s new deatheater philosophy. But Percy was more than willing to risk his life if it got him out of the house and away from any reminders of Flint.

            Speaking of Flint, instead of moving away he had pressed himself closer to Percy. “I wouldn’t be able to reapply the warming charms.”

            “Then I’ll go inside. Or I don’t know wear a sweater.” Normally Percy would have let it drop by now but it had been over a week since he stepped outside. In the beginning when Percy was brought here Marcus had been…well, kind certainly wasn’t the word. But definitely more understanding and willing to go along with Percy’s attempts at acting as if he had any sort of control over his life. It was nice, almost like back at Hogwarts when they were dating. Just without the yelling and jealousy.

            Now Percy had an idea as to why that was. Trapped here all alone except for Marcus or the occasional Ministry official there was no one to fear. Especially Oliver, someone had made sure of that.

            Percy was abruptly pulled from his musings by lips against the back of his neck, “Fine then I don’t like your attitude.”

            “Well that certainly doesn’t detour your more amorous advances.” The moment Percy finished speaking he realized it would be in his best interest to keep any phrases beyond ‘Yes Marcus’ in check. Of course it was already too late to apologize as his face hit the floor.

            Still trying to stop the blood rushing from his nose and feeling a cut from where he bit his lip Percy only heard Marcus stomping towards the door. “Should have just let Greyback have you. He’s gotten awfully bored since he finished with Snape.” The door slammed just as Percy looked up, the click of the lock nearly drowned out by the sound of Marcus kicking a house elf.

            Pulling himself up Percy went back to stand in front of the window, the birds should be out by now.

Insanely Long Author’s Notes: I’ve mainly been pairing Percy with Lucius, Marcus, Severus or Oliver and although I love them all and will keep writing them I want to know if anyone has any other suggestions. I’m open to anything, really the only reason you haven’t seen anything to freaky or out there is because I don’t want to scare anyone off. I’ve read it all and most likely enjoyed it quite a bit.

For those of you who skip these things: I’M TAKING SUGGESTIONS, that includes pairings, themes, or continuing any previous drabbled. Don’t feel pressured though; I’d also appreciate a plain old review full of love or other suggestions and I doubt I would get to any requests until perhaps chapter eight.

Honey Pot- I just wanted to show Percy not perfect at something and thought baking would work.

Temptation- A ridiculously adorable pink color I couldn’t resist. Not entirely happy with the outcome but I like to think I’m getting better with Lucius.

Sunnyside Up- Because whenever I see a cheerful yellow I think of a moody Severus.

Windwood Spring-All the outdoor ones just scream Oliver to me, but I have a Kingsley one for next chapter that avoids this.

Bowbells-Holy crap I wrote something heterosexual! I made them both cross dressers but still…

Powder Room-I knew from the start I would have to make Percy a prostitute in at least one of these, the whole spying thing was just really last minute. Sequel in next chapter.

Brown Sugar-I’ve been on a foody kick lately so not really much to say on this one.

Frosted Mulberry- Totally my favorite one for this chapter. I just adore a jealous, more than vaguely creepy Marcus.
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