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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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Springtime Bloom

            It was truly a beautiful spring. Flowers were everywhere as the sun was out and shining perfectly, people just seemed happier. So of course Percy was stuck in his office with a cold. He couldn’t even stay at home to be miserable. No, the Danish ambassador just had to decide that this would be the perfect week to discuss rogue deatheaters that had escaped outside of England. The Ministry certainly couldn’t ignore it; with the fuss Stryker was making it would only be a matter of time before the rest of Wizarding Europe was knocking at their door.

            Leaning heavily against his desk Percy dug through the mass of paperwork. He needed another assistant desperately, a competent one this time. He heard the door open but didn’t bother to look up until a voice spoke, “My, you certainly look miserable.”

            Percy felt a bit conflicted, on one hand this was his boss, on the other he was sleeping with him. Was there any sort of protocol for this type of situation? He’d have to ask the secretary in the department of magical transportation. Then again maybe not, Percy had made sure to keep things as casual unplanned one night stands. Marriage was for after he retired and Percy planned to die working.

            Inner conflict resolved Percy settled on a mild look of disdain as he looked up to see Kingsley dressed in full quidditch gear. “I’m not going along with any office trends you’re trying to start.” Dear Merlin was that his voice? Percy sounded like a dying gnome.

            Kingsley seemed to find this hilarious, laughing as Percy returned to reading reports and trying to find the corresponding paperwork without coughing up a lung. Percy was fairly certain that at one point Kingsley stopped long enough to say something but even if his head didn’t feel like a stuffed puffskein he would have ignored him.

            He certainly wasn’t happy and if Percy hadn’t lived with the twins for sixteen years he would have jumped from his chair when Kingsley snuck up behind him and began massaging his shoulders. Stupid auror training, Kingsley was always trying to get a rise out of him with it. “Relax Percy, I’m not trying to kill you just do a bit of kneading.”

            “This is unprofessional.” Fine, that was half hearted at best but Percy could help but relax a little bit. “You should be working, not playing quidditch.” This is why he always had so much to do, people ignoring important conflicts in need of resolving.

            “I know, I know. But The Prophet goes nuts for this sort of thing.” With a casualness Percy knew to be well practiced Kingsley’s hands began to travel lower. “I might even manage to steal the cover of Witch Weekly from Harry.”

            Suddenly suspicious (he could thank living with Oliver for that) Percy asked, “What about Stryker?” There went the cheerful springtime mood. Tensing up Percy pulled away to face Kingsley, “You already fixed this didn’t you? Hours ago, maybe even yesterday.” Dying gnome or not the frustration in Percy’s voice was obvious. It wasn’t that he had come in on his day off, it was that he had arrived early.

            At least Kingsley looked apologetic. “I came up as soon as I heard you were in.” Before Percy could ask why he didn’t just tell him Kingsley offered a reason, “You’re always less angry when you’re relaxed.”

            “Oh! Such as when I didn’t have to waste nearly an entire day on useless paperwork?” At least Percy could still speak with plenty of sarcasm. Too bad Kingsley seemed immune to it.

            “Or when a charming man completely at your mercy offers to take you to dinner.” Kingsley was too charismatic for his own good. Reluctantly Percy found himself agreeing even though he was still annoyed and the almost completely unable to breathe.

            Standing up to fetch his cloak Percy had one last comment. “Can’t you just tell me when you meddle in my department ahead of time?”

            “It would be easier if we lived together.”

            “Don’t push it.”

            Fuchsia Kiss

            Just to confirm this nightmare Percy looked around one more time. The Burrow’s closet was still as tiny as ever but in the spirit of Saint Valentine’s Day sparkles along with red and pink hearts covered the walls. Instead of cloaks streamers with cheesy poetry hung from the hooks. The lone light bulb had been charmed to cast everything in alternating shades of pink, white and red. Oh, and he was chest-to-chest, nose-to-nose with Remus Lupin.

            Awkward could barely even begin to describe it. Moving his head slightly so they weren’t so close to…contact, Percy asked, “Could you try the door? I can’t quite reach it.” Not without some very personal contact.

            A little painful shuffling and Percy could hear the doorknob jiggling. Before too long there was a loud banging against the door from the other side. “Oy! Keep it down ya lovebirds!” Once Percy escaped this closet he was going to hunt down each one his siblings and strangle them. Then he would be free to find a country far, far away and became a hermit.

            Trying to ignore some of the twin’s more lewd suggestions Percy spoke up, “I’m sorry Mr. Lupin. They’re bound to get bored soon enough.” He was actually glad for the lighting that hid the bright shade of red he was turning.

            Remus half shrugged before realizing there simply wasn’t enough room. “Don’t be, Sirius probably put them up to it. And please, call me Remus.”

            Confused Percy asked, “Aren’t you and Sirius…?”

            “Lovers?” Remus laughed, “No, that’s just what everyone guesses, Sirius is very fond of female companionship.”

            “Oh.” Well now Percy felt like even more of an awkward idiot, especially as he couldn’t help but notice Remus didn’t mention sharing Sirius’s preferences. Maybe Tonks could save him; she was supposed to show up at some point.

            Another round of banging on the door, “Come on now Remy, everyone deserves some love!” Was the entire world intent on crushing his dreams?

            The answer was an astounding yes when a few excruciatingly slow minutes later Ginny came by yelling more or less the same thing at Percy in-between fits of giggles. Remus’s breath was hot against his neck as he spoke, “You didn’t happen to reveal any feelings for Valentine’s Day in the last week or so did you?”

            Percy sincerely wished he had a wall he could easily bang his head against. “Over tea a few days ago I told Ginny I really don’t see myself as loveable.”

            Surprised Remus brought a hand to Percy’s shoulder, “Why not? You’re young, very smart, hold a good, steady job. Not to mention quite attractive.”

            Letting his cynicism get the best of him Percy spoke freely, “What does that have to do with anything? Being smart, if anything makes me pickier. I spend more time at work then any sane person could put up with. And I know what I look like, gangly, freckles and my head looks like its on fire.”

            “Those aren’t very good reasons Percy,” Remus said quietly.

            “You must have told Tonks or Sirius something similar to land yourself in here.” At Percy’s words Remus went from relaxed to as stiff as a dried salamander.

            “It wouldn’t exactly be responsible of me to pursue a romantic relationship Percy. My affliction doesn’t make it possible to keep any sort of job. I can’t purchase a house either, or even stay in one area for too long.”

            Percy was hardly impressed, “That was before Kingsley became Minister, and with Hermione working with him werewolf discrimination is going down the drain. Even if worse does come to worse you can be a househusband and anyone bothered by it can move.”

            Remus smiled and Percy couldn’t help but feel a bit better. “You’re forgetting about finding someone willing to date someone lunar-challenged.”

            Out of habit Percy tried to move his hands in a dismissive gesture only to hit one of the hearts and scatter glitter everywhere. “I wasn’t even going to dignify that with any sort of response. People date traveling salesmen and loons that like to wake up at four AM for a run. Or jerks, people marry jerks. Then there’s people that like to lock themselves in their basements for a hobby-“

            “Or in live in their office,” Remus cut in.

            Percy agreed with a nod that left them back to being nose-to-nose. “Age is another one, Moody is more than old enough to be Tonks’s father and no one is complaining. Not to mention he’s also her superior and mentor. If people can put up with all that and even bring children into it then you should hardly be giving up.”

            “What about picky workaholics with freckles and red hair?” Remus asked without a trace of seriousness.

            “Maybe we aren’t entirely unlovable.” Percy suggested while trying not to laugh as one of the streamers started to tie itself into a bow.

            “Perhaps over coffee?” Remus offered as more streamers joined in.

            Now the sparkly hearts were starting to flutter along the walls, “Only if it’s far away from here and in a wide open space.”

            It wasn’t until nearly an hour later that Molly came home and forced Bill to unlock the door to find the two entirely happy with being locked in a closet together. At least until Lee Jordan told the twins about the muggle meaning of ‘in the closet’.

            Satisfaction

            More than anything else on earth Percy wanted to disappear. Dying would solve a lot of his problems as well but the small vial he had been given was hidden in his dresser. Damn it he should have known better than to have shown up in this sleazy inn. The war was over, what sane Death Eater would be contacting Percy for one last visit?

            No, Percy had to respond by slipping on an outfit modest by his usual standards and obscene everywhere else and not bother with a loose set of robes or a cloak to cover himself. He just couldn’t listen to his intuition screaming at him to ditch the room key and run. Instead Percy had opened the door to find a very angry Fred and George standing in front of him.

            Roughly pulling him inside and locking the door Percy was to nauseas to notice who spoke first. “Are you satisfied Percy? Rookwood came by the burrow looking for you, gave us all the details.”

            “Merlin” Percy gasped. This couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t. Feeling his legs give out Percy barely made it to the bed before collapsing. “Is everyone alright?”

            Now he was fairly sure it was George speaking as he stared at the carpet and tried not to vomit. “Everyone’s fine, we took him out, and called the aurors. The rest of the family was having dinner with the Lovegoods. But why Percy? What in Gryffindor’s name possessed you to do something so-so-”

            “Dirty?” Percy supplied. “Or disgusting.” It felt like his stomach was being pumped full of lead. “Carrow had a thing for red hair, I found out when he visited the Ministry. He was chatty afterwards and let it slip that they had found someone’s safe-house. I tracked down Kingsley and told him. That’s all I wanted to do I promise.” Liar, Percy had wanted to curl up in his bathtub and drown. He still felt the urge to, not so deep down inside. “However a friend of Carrow’s found me at my flat the next day; he didn’t connect Carrow’s visit with the safe-house but he did offer me some galleons. Things went forward from there I suppose. I even became fairly popular, Lucius Malfoy hired me a few times, and he liked to bring up Arthur. He had a habit of leaving letters around though, that’s how we found Nott.”

            By the end of his undignified rant Fred and George were both standing in front of him with identical looks of shock. “Percy…we didn’t know. Are you- are you alright?”

            “No, I’m not alright. But I will be when I get home.” Pulling himself from his brother’s grip Percy started for the door, the twins had never locked a door he couldn’t charm open.

            Before he could get three paces away two hands reached out for him. “You have to talk to someone Percy. Get help at Saint Mungo’s.” Since when had Fred been so responsible?

            “I signed an agreement with Kingsley and that’s how I want it.” It was true, Percy would much rather be the traitor with a last minute redemption then the former prostitute. “Besides I’m talking to you and it’s hardly helping.”

            Ignoring the last part of what Percy had said George spoke up, “Fine, you’re talking to us, will you keep doing it?”

            “Regular like, so we can say something to Mum so she won’t worry” Fred continued. “Percy you have to let us help you. We were wrong, jerks to.”

            Percy relaxed slightly as he thought about it. “You won’t tell anyone?”

            “No one” Fred agreed.

            “And we don’t talk about nothing you don’t want to.” George finished. “Just try for us.”

            “Not that we want you to be perfect or anything.”

            “Or think you’re a pinhead.”

            “Alright, alright,” Held up his hands in defeat “I’ll talk, occasionally. However you have to give me some warning and let me dress in something more appropriate.” Percy wouldn’t lie to himself he still felt anxious and more ashamed then he could understand. But for the first time since the Ministry was taken over Percy felt just a little optimism that things would get better.

            Band of Gold

            Waking up in Malfoy Manor completely nude was nothing new for Percy. Finding a gold band around his ankle with a chain connecting to the foot of the bed was. Giving the chain a good pull Percy guessed it must have a few fortifying charms on it. Turning to the open bathroom door Percy called out, “Draco? Did you do this?”

            The water turned off before moments before Draco walked in the doorway in only a towel. “Yes.”

            “And?” Percy led.

            “What?” Shedding his towel Draco joined Percy on the bed. It certainly was tempting to let Draco curl up against him. Percy even gave in for a few minutes before pulling away just enough to look Draco in the eyes.

            “I’m already late for work and I’m having lunch with Father today.” If Percy expected Draco to care he was quite disappointed. Ignoring the fact that Percy said anything Draco rolled on top of him and sat up.

            Absentmindedly he began tracing a pattern along Percy’s stomach. “I was thinking fruit for breakfast.” With a sigh and just as Percy was relaxing Draco shuffled over to lie on his stomach and still half on top of his lover. “Or maybe just chocolate. Do you still want your coffee Dear?”

            “I need to get to work Draco” Percy pleaded. Before he could become too distracted he grabbed Draco’s wandering hands in his own. “Come on Love, you promised me one day to wrap everything up before we go on holiday.”

            Taking advantage of his position and Percy’s occupied hands Draco not so gently bit his neck, choosing a place high above any collars. “I lied. It happens. Very often I’m told.”

            Percy gave in and let go so Draco could continue groping him while he checked for blood. There wasn’t any but Draco didn’t have to look so smug when they both knew it would leave a huge mark. He could already imagine the clueless concern and snickering. “Sadist,” Percy murmured. Anyone else and Percy would have asked how they would like it if someone bit them but he already knew he would only get a cheeky ‘yes please’ and it was too early in the morning for that.

            “I do like tying you up a bit much don’t I?” Draco asked. Pretending to think for a moment Draco presented his conclusion. “I really don’t mind.”

            Giving one last glance at the clock Percy gave up. Yes work was very enjoyable for him but he knew to appreciate being trapped in bed with a crazy blond every once in a while.

            Ladybug

            Poor crazy Oliver, the heat had obviously driven him insane as he wandered the hills in search of bugs. Percy was smart; in order to conserve energy he was resting in the shade of a large, grassy hill and trying to see if there were any trees nearby. Of course there wasn’t, they had finally made it to Oliver’s uncle’s house and there was a heat wave.

            Normally this wouldn’t bother Percy at all because this was precisely the reason why cooling charms where invented. But no, Oliver just had to go outside to explore while they were under aged and Mr. Wood was busy in town meaning once the charms wore off they were left to suffer. Unless of course they could manage to find their way back to the house without getting lost.

They couldn’t, once again the teens were hopelessly lost. Not that you could tell by looking at Oliver he still had enough energy to be climbing around and digging in the dirt. Speaking of which where was Oliver?

“Oliver! Could you at least stay nearby?” Percy yelled. This was much too similar to babysitting Ron and Ginny for his liking.

“Argh. No need to yell Percy I’m right over here.” Turning around Percy found Oliver standing only a couple yards away with his hands cupped in front of him. “Look what I found.”

“I’m not looking at any more worms Oliver.” Was it sad that he even had to tell his boyfriend that? Yes, it definitely was but Percy let Oliver take a few eager steps forward and lean down to show off what he had found

“They’re ladybugs.” At least five or six of them content to crawl along Oliver’s fingers. “Do you want to hold them?”

“I’m fine Oliver but they’re very nice. I didn’t know they lived around here though, where did you find them?” Now could he convince Oliver to put them back? Most likely no, their dorm was already covered with various leaves, rocks, twigs and other things that had caught Oliver’s interest. It was getting ridicules as they kept having to find new places to cram things and Percy had seen Oliver eyeing his pristine desk in a way he certainly didn’t like.

“Can’t remember.” Sitting down Oliver shoved his hands right under Percy’s nose. “But I’ve already named them, here’s Milly, Carmen, Ragu, Lysander the Good, Ray, and the one with the busted leg if Fuzz.”

They have names. Joy. Now Percy would have to learn what they eat and track down some sort of container. Those bugs had better live longer than a lion turtle as well because that was one thing Percy wasn’t going to deal with. With a sigh Percy stood up and grabbed the glass jar they had used to contain water. “Here, we can put them in this until we find our way back.”

Oliver stood up reluctantly and held the bugs against his chest. “I’d rather hold them, they’re delicate ya know? `Specially Fuzz, I worry about Fuzz.”

“Just help me find our way back to your uncle’s. I think it was this direction.” Not bothering to wait for Oliver Percy started walking in a random direction. If worst came to worst they could wander into a village and look like a couple of loons.

“Wait! I can’t find Carmen! Oh wait, there he is.” This was going to be a long walk.

Dusk

Percy stood in sat in the kitchen resisting the urge to run to the front door and fling it open. Marcus would be home when it was safe for him to be and not a moment sooner. ‘Safe’ was becoming a very different and rare thing lately though and Percy was terrified. Marcus was doing fine of course. Part of being a predator for so many years Percy guessed, even if his husband was competing with the undead now.

Nuclear fallout and roaming dead aside they were actually living quite comfortably. Plenty of clean water, a garden and only the occasional roaming band of looters easily taken care of. Why was Percy even worrying? Marcus was the one with the shotgun. That’s right; everything would be perfectly fine it was only dusk after all.

Still Percy couldn’t help it, the moment he heard a familiar pounding against the deadbolt he was flinging the door open and clinging to Marcus for dear life. “It’s dusk where have you been? Its nearly dark out, you know they can see in the dark perfectly fine while you’re trying not to trip over a mutated scorpion.”

“You’re the one that wanted to move to the middle of the damn desert. Now get inside ya didn’t even check to make sure I wasn’t some murderin scavenger.” Picking Percy up and moving him aside Marcus unstrapped the shotgun from his back and set it by the door and sat on the couch. “Get me a beer would you?”

With a quick glance outside Percy shut the door and re-did all the locks before turning to Marcus who was lazily discarding his boots and jacket. “A beer? I was worried sick and that’s all you have to say?”

“You knew I would be fine.” Why did Marcus always have to be so right? Percy just wanted to worry in peace and have Marcus come home and comfort him.

“So? I couldn’t be absolutely sure. Did you listen to the radio today? They’re reporting radiation poisoning everywhere now. You didn’t re-fill your canteen at the creek did you? A whole family was wiped out just a week ago and that’s the reason why.” Percy could have gone on for hours if Marcus didn’t wave him off.

“Some of us were actually out getting chewed on by giant lizards today and could use some cool refreshment.” Fine, Percy would be a good housewife but he was the one that fixed the stupid generator in the first place.

Muttering to himself Percy walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. One odd thing about a nuclear apocalypse, there’s alcohol absolutely everywhere. Setting the can on the counter Percy was busy washing his hands when Marcus snuck up behind him. “You didn’t actually think I was dead somewhere did ya?”

Percy didn’t shrug off the arms wrapped around him but he didn’t do much else. “Maybe, it is dusk. You were supposed to be back before it got dark.”

“It’s not dark at all you can still see the sun out.” Right next to the moon of course but Percy wasn’t going to point that out. Instead he shut off the faucet and handed Marcus his drink who promptly started walking back towards the living room before rethinking and sitting at the table while Percy started wiping down the counters. “Thanks for fixing the window boxes, makes the place homey.”

Percy fixed them because there wasn’t any space in the front yard and it was the only side of the house with direct sunlight for certain herbs. The flower seeds that had accidentally gotten mixed in were just a coincidence. Still, nice to know his work was noticed and appreciated by someone. Most of the people left in town were downright anti-social. Except for one man in particular but Percy was making sure not to mention him to Marcus. Without realizing it Percy had begun to look distinctly uncomfortable as he remembered catching the guy staring at him as he was pumping water out of the well that day. He hadn’t said anything or heaven forbid approached the house but Percy hadn’t left the house for the rest of the day.

“There was an accident today.” Marcus muttered more to himself than Percy. “Some creep named Jackson accidentally got his leg shot up.”

He shouldn’t feel as flattered as he did. Marcus had gone off and shot someone for looking at him without even telling him anything ahead of time. On the other hand Percy hadn’t been forthcoming with any information of his own meaning Marcus was observant and caring when it came to something besides slaying the undead.

Percy decided to finally call it a sweet act of kindness when he realized Marcus must have shown some restraint if he had only shot Jackson in the leg. Several times yes, but nowhere vital. “I found some canned peaches the other day. Do you want some?”

“Absolutely so long as they don’t grow teeth and try to eat me.” The end of the world with Marcus Flint, maybe it isn’t so bad.

Russian Sage

It was gone. After weeks of competing and losing against a stupid plant for Severus’s affection and the stupid weed was gone.

Oh it had seemed innocent enough, Severus’s normal ingredient supplier excitedly fire calling before rushing over and before Percy knew it his lover was refusing to leave the basement. Apparently some sort of rare variation of Russian sage had been found that had uses beyond his miniscule understanding.

At first it hadn’t been so bad, Percy used the time to get ahead an extra week on his paperwork and hire a new assistant. Then he had visited his parents and had dinner over at Bill’s a few times, went shopping for a wedding gift for Ginny and Harry and tried to fake surprise when Hermione and Ron announced their own engagement.

So Percy was still occupied and had plenty to do but he couldn’t help but feel a little lonely for Severus. Attempting to enter the lab several times Percy was practically hexed until he scurried out. Fine then, he was going to try ignoring Severus for a while. That was a miserable failure because Percy might as have been part of the wallpaper whenever Severus dashed upstairs long enough to eat and attend to any absolutely vital bodily functions. Showering apparently wasn’t one of them but Percy suspected that was partially to keep him away.

Well no more, around three am that morning Severus had stumbled into their bedroom, glared at him briefly and then rolled into bed before falling asleep. Waking up to find Severus still there Percy could only assume that the evil plant was gone. Overjoyed he had practically skipped into the kitchen to make some coffee and start making breakfast.

Humming to himself Percy smiled when he heard Severus walk in and grab his mug. “Good morning Severus. I don’t have work today.”

Percy didn’t have to look behind him to see the complete lack of surprise on Severus’s face. “Really, on a Sunday? Amazing.” With one last look of dismissal he moved to the sitting room where the paper should be waiting for him.

Ah, how he missed him.

Author’s Notes: On a sadder note the next few updates might take a while, the quarter is winding down which means a ~~lot~~ fuckton more work in all my classes. And I got Fallout 3: New Vegas that game is so incredibly awesome and can’t help but try and play it whenever a sparse opportunity presents itself. Don’t worry though, reviews keep me going and I will keep on writing whenever I get a free moment or so.

Springtime Bloom: Not very outdoorsy but I wanted to use a bright springtime color for someone other than Oliver and thought ‘eh, why not Kingsley?’

Fuchsia Kiss: Here you are KillianAngel. I love Remus so much I was a little scared writing him but your very nice reviews kept me going. I haven’t written anything with Neville but Sirius is in the next chapter or two. Hope Roomie reads this because there certainly aren't enough Percy fans in the world.

Satisfaction: I’m really nervous about it and had to keep re-writing it. Hope you appreciate the effort.

Band of Gold: For The Twin not much to say except this one was fun.

Ladybug: This one is absolutely for me and I had the time of my life with this one. Oliver is just to endearing for me to resist. Oh and all the outdoor Oliver/Percy ones can be vaguely connected and if I directly contradict myself its MAGIC!

Dusk: Channeling a lot of Fallout here and maybe a little Zombieland because I missed some non-angsty Marcus.

Russian Sage: I realized there wasn’t any Snape in here and needed to correct this immediately. Poor Percy, being snarked at is honestly what he missed.
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