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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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Marmalade Glaze

Percy had slept well and woken up feeling prepared for whatever emergency that might arise at work that day. Realizing he had slept in Percy skipped his usual morning shower and headed for the kitchen to grab something to eat. Walking through the living room Percy entered the kitchen to find Oliver crouching down so he was eye level with the counter staring at a jar of orange marmalade.

Maybe Percy wasn’t prepared for everything. Percy made an effort to keep his voice light as he stepped towards the fridge. “Is everything alright Oliver?”

Oliver didn’t look away from the jar at all, if anything his look of concentration intensified. “There’s something unnatural about this stuff.”

“Marmalade?” Percy asked as he poured himself some orange juice. Rethinking the bread he had put in the oven for toast Percy walked over to stand behind Oliver. “It looks fine to me.” As it should, Percy had just bought it yesterday afternoon.

“No there’s something wrong about it.” Hesitantly Oliver reached out to touch the marmalade before pulling his hand back at the last second. “It’s…menacing.”

Perfect, Percy was running late and now his husband was in the middle of some sort of condiment phobia. Definitely time for drastic measures. “Don’t you have practice today Oliver? And something about drinks with the team?” Normally Oliver would have been out the door over an hour ago especially if Percy was allowing him to stay out all night with his friends.

“Canceled, no one wanted to practice in a doxy infested field.” Slowly Oliver reached over to turn the jar of marmalade slightly to the left. “It’s inedible,” he declared.

“It’s fine Oliver. Have you really never encountered marmalade?” Striding over to turn off the oven Percy grabbed a well toasted piece of bread and set it on the counter.

            Oliver actually stood up to stare at him in horror when Percy grabbed a butter knife from the drawer. “Of course not, my mother actually loves me and would never bring that anywhere near her beloved child.”

            Percy looked at him in disbelief. “That is insane Oliver. We were at your parent’s house last week and there was marmalade right in the pantry. Your mother told me she loved to make it herself. Now hand me the jar.”

            “You’re going to eat it?” Percy might as well have been holding a jar of pixie guts the way Oliver was reacting.

            “Yes and I’m going to be perfectly fine.” Shoving past Oliver and ignoring his protests Percy opened the jar and stuck the knife in. Glancing up at Oliver he rolled his eyes at the terrified expression he wore. “This is ridicules.” Ignoring every part of his screaming sense of personal hygiene Percy made sure there was plenty of marmalade on the knife before pulling it out and licking it.

            “You-you-you really ate it!” Throwing the knife in the sink Percy grabbed another one so he could spread some on his toast as Oliver made various gagging sounds and expressed his disbelief.

            Things became to exasperating for Percy when his husband actually had to turn away as he slathered the toast with marmalade. After grabbing a spoon Percy put the lid back on the jar he placed it back in the fridge and walked towards Oliver. “It’s gone now. Are you happy?”

            “No-” Oliver would have said more except the moment he turned around Percy shoved the spoon full of marmalade in his mouth. Instinctively he swallowed and Percy withdrew the spoon. “That was pretty good. What was it?”

            “Orange marmalade you idiot.”

            Bermudan Blue

            He hated to admit it to himself but Percy made a near perfect spoiled housewife. Not that he would ever admit it to anyone out loud. When he had found out that Lucius had a mansion on a small island in Bermuda Percy had been more then eager to see it and now he had to call it one of his best ideas ever. The sun, water, even the trees seemed determined to make his stay there perfect.

            Lounging on the beach under an umbrella Percy sipped at his drink and occasionally napped with the knowledge that he had absolutely nothing to do. It was very pleasant after being a slave to the idea of being Perfect Percy for as long as he could remember.

            Looking out onto the water and contemplating a swim Percy looked up to see Lucius standing behind him dressed for a meeting of some sort. “Business?” It was a bit late in the afternoon but Percy wouldn’t be surprised considering the hours he used to work.

            “Unfortunately yes. It seems Severus was too harsh with a particularly dimwitted child and now I am obligated to testify at his hearing.” Lucius spoke as though it was a huge burden to him but they both knew he would gladly stand up for his old friend. After Lucius left it would probably be best if Percy forced himself to head for the kitchen if dinner was going to be ready in time for a grouchy Severus to join them. Yes, that was exactly what Percy needed, horror stories of spoiled children and the knowledge that dealing with the grown up versions was long behind him.

            Busy planning a menu Percy almost forgot that Lucius was still there until he was being pulled up and held against the older man. With a smile Percy returned the embrace before speaking up, “I’m covered in sand you know.”

Instead of pulling away Lucius held on tighter. “Yes and not much else I’ve noticed.”                   They were on a private island getaway with perfect weather and Percy had never swum nude before. The fact that he was even wearing a towel was amazing. “I’ll make sure I’m dressed when Severus arrives.”

With a practiced ease Lucius stepped back from Percy but kept a grip on his upper arms before replying, “Don’t bother; I am sure we will both be in need of some entertainment after a day at the Ministry.”

Percy was aware that Lucius was watching his shocked expression closely as he realized just what the older man had said. “Are you implying..?”

“I never imply Dear.” Judging by the smirk Lucius was having a great deal of fun with a befuddled Percy. Kissing Percy on the cheek Lucius reached for his wand to apparate, “Everything is up to you of course, we will be home shortly.”

As the confusion cleared and Percy began walking towards the mansion he re-thought the benefits of being a housewife. Obviously he was far from discovering them all if his husband was telling the truth, something he definitely planned to investigate later tonight…

Lavender Bounty

It was warm in Severus’s personal rooms, perfectly cozy for a winter in the dungeons. There also wasn’t an ounce of clutter in sight as every spare potions ingredient and crumbling book was safely put away or hidden from appraising eyes. Looking in from the doorway to where Severus laid alone on the bed the man looked peaceful and completely content with the world.

Draco could only conclude that something was horribly wrong. Ever since his first year the blond had often visited his godfather and found things to be the exact opposite. Cold, dreary, and messier then Hagrid’s hut Draco normally walked in to see a grouchy Severus glaring at him over a cold cup of tea while crouched over some dusty tome no matter how early the hour.

To suspicious to walk inside Draco continued to look around, noticing that there was a crackling fire in the once filthy fireplace. A rug that was normally rolled up in a corner had been spread out underneath a table and comfortable looking armchairs that simply had to be new.

Resisting the urge to check for hexes or other traps Draco stepped into the middle of the room and noticed something else. Lavender, the smell was barely noticeable but still there. Yes, Draco was used to the rooms smelling like something with the constantly rotating potions and ingredients but normally it was more of a musky foul smell that left the blond gagging.

With a quick glance Draco confirmed that Severus was still sleeping with an actual smile on his face. Eager to look away from the bizarre sight he almost missed the sound of the door opening. Using the natural Malfoy poise Draco turned to the entrance only to find it still shut.

“Over here Malfoy.” Startled Draco jumped before he could stop himself. Almost spinning he turned to the opposite door that led to the bathroom to see Percy Weasley clad only in some old robe casually polishing his glasses. “He’s still asleep but I can tell him you came by,” the redhead whispered while pointing to Severus. Now Draco noticed that along with the look of contentment he was also reaching towards the other side of the bed that had obviously been slept in. Merlin he felt like an idiot.

More than that however Draco felt a sense of outrage. How dare some blood traitor seduce his godfather? Making sure to stay quiet he strode towards the little tart. Taking advantage when a surprised Percy took a few steps back Draco joined him in the bathroom and shut the door. Of course this room was also completely re-done for the better. As Draco closed the space between them he realized that the lavender smell must be part of whatever soap Percy used. Or perhaps his shampoo? Obviously he wasn’t using whatever cheap goo that Draco would normally expect someone with no class to use.

“Get out of here now! How dare you- you filthy traitorous-” Draco continued along the same vein for a few minutes especially as Percy made no room to interrupt him, only flinching a few times when Draco forgot to keep his voice lowered. Finally the younger boy was finished sneering as he expected Percy to crumble “Well?”

Far from an emotional wreck Percy only moved to tighten his robe around his waist as Draco noticed how short it was on him. Blushing slightly when he caught Draco staring Percy quickly composed himself and tried to pull the robe down only to have it fall over one of his shoulders.

Ignoring it Percy finally got around to addressing Draco, “It’s good of you to tell me how you feel now Draco. Mother and Ginny talked about my sister-in-law behind her back for over a year.” When he actually smiled with perfectly white teeth Draco had to resist the urge to strangle Percy, “You have nothing to worry about Draco. I don’t plan on taking your place at all and understand if you want to spend time with Severus. I was actually just about to get dressed and go fetch us some breakfast if you would like to speak with him alone. Would you care for anything?” Draco could tell by the sugary sweet tone that Percy obviously didn’t consider him any sort of threat. That would have to be remedied, soon.

“Not a word Draco.” Catching them both by surprise the students found Severus by the doorway, dressed thank Merlin and looking none too pleased. “And stop eyeing him as if he is one of your parent’s conquests.” Cutting of any protests Severus turned around and headed for one of the armchairs, “If the two of you are finished waking me the house elves delivered breakfast already. Draco there’s earl gray for you and coffee for Percy.”

Summoned and dismissed in only a way Severus could do Draco leveled one more glare at Percy before rushing ahead to grab the chair closest to Severus while Percy stayed in the bathroom to get properly dressed.

Settling down in his favorite chair Severus silenced his godson with a look of exasperation. Imagine when he would have to explain the wedding.

Lynne’s Acres

Barely missing the neighbor above them dumping her garbage from her window Percy stepped off of the freezing streets and into their modest home to find Oliver already waiting for him. That certainly couldn’t be good, a new order for furniture had arrived just last week and his husband should be much too busy to be home in the middle of the day.

Seeing Percy Oliver stopped his pacing to run up and nearly tackle him in a hug. “I got fired!”

“What?” Oh please no, they were already just barely supporting themselves and if they only had Percy’s job as a clerk to rely on they’ll be out on the street soon. With a shove to pry Oliver off of him Percy looked at his husband closely. “You must be lying to me Oliver. Stop laughing like a loon and tell me you are.”

“Nope!”Obviously the pressure had gotten to him because Oliver seemed to be overjoyed by their imminent starvation. “Told the boss where to shove his table leg and walked out.” Oliver actually had to catch Percy as his legs went out. Panicking slightly he continued, “But look! Look at the flier and the papers I got.”

“Papers?” Debt collectors already? Percy still felt woozy as he looked over the papers Oliver had been holding.

GO WEST AND SEEK YOUR FORTUNE!

BE THE FIRST TO SETTLE NEW LANDS!

OPPORTUNITIES FOR ALL!

FAMILIES RECEIVE HUNDREDS OF ACRES!

On and on the headlines went, each seemingly more unrealistic then the last. “Oliver, we can’t just leave for some empty promises.”

“Why not? I hate my job, you hate your job. It’s like magic! There’s a wagon train leaving in a week, plenty of time to sell the stuff we can’t bring.” Anyone would have easily been carried away by Oliver’s enthusiasm. Except for Percy of course, he had the cynicism to repel rainbows dancing in a field of four leaf clovers.

“Oliver I want you to listen to me. Are you listening to me?” Percy made absolutely sure that his husband’s attention was on him. “I want you to tell me something. Do you know how much it costs to make it west? The danger, Oliver people die walking thousands of miles to something that might not even be all that great. What are you going to do once we get there? And where specifically are we going?”

Catching the serious tone of Percy’s voice Oliver did look serious for all of three seconds before naturally perking up. “The Oregon territories of course. I’m gonna be a farmer. Come on Percy, please? I don’t want to stay in a crowded city barely making it when we could be out adventuring.”

Adventuring. That’s how Oliver saw up to a six month journey where they could be robbed, maimed and/or killed before reaching what might as well be somewhere in the stars. Obviously he hadn’t married for common sense. But Percy did think about it long and hard for the next few days as Oliver jumped around not so secretly selling various things around the house.

Finally the day before the wagon trail was supposed to leave Percy confronted Oliver in their tiny kitchen. “You’re going to spend every moment of spare time learning something about farming. I grew up on a farm so yes; I know what I’m doing so you’re going to listen to me. Actually, you’re always going to listen to me for the rest of your life regarding everything you ever vaguely consider thinking about occasionally. I don’t want to end up in a worse situation then we already are in. I don’t want to end up turning back halfway there and I certainly don’t want to get killed so I expect you to dive in front of any rattlesnakes. Do you understand?”

Before Percy could launch into the warnings for what would happen if Oliver in any way failed he was being tackled against the doorway. “You are amazing. Let’s go!”

Well, at least that would be some comfort if Percy ended up accidentally eating hemlock.

Luscious Berry

It was a quiet day at Malfoy Manor; particularly in the gardens where Percy and Lucius were enjoying a brief lunch before they resumed planning for Draco to visit with news of Severus and his latest experiment.

Suddenly as Percy was pouring himself another cup of tea the air grew cold. The atmosphere of the lovely summer day merged into something menacing. Panicked Percy looked up to see if Lucius noticed it to only to see that Lucius had a look of great exasperation. “Lucius? Do you know what’s-”

Percy couldn’t finish asking as everything was drowned out by a large explosion of glitter and pink smoke right in front of them. “Remain quiet and try to ignore it,” Lucius ordered.

He desperately wanted to ask what it was but Lucius only shushed him. Percy’s question was answered soon enough anyways when the smoke cleared to reveal a…girl?

To be perfectly honest Percy wasn’t entirely sure. It appeared to have a somewhat humanoid shape except for the pencil thin waist and chest area that would put most quaffles to shame which made the head simply look unusually sized. The hair, there was definitely something off with the hair as well. Was it actually sparkling? It also couldn’t seem to stay one color for more than five seconds either.

Obviously it wasn’t a witch based on its clothes. Percy honestly didn’t want to think about the thing’s wardrobe beyond ‘goffic pole dancing eyesore’.

Perhaps it was an animagus under a particularly nasty curse?

Percy didn’t get the chance to ask because the…whatever seemed to recover from its dramatic entrance and immediately launch into a speech. “MY LUV LUSCIOUS I AM YUR LONG LOST LUVER JEZABEL-KRZTAL-SUNKNEE-STARLIET! WE MET IN SCHOOL AND I LUVED U LONG TIME BUT U FORGOTED ME CUZ MY FATHER LERD VIOLAMURT DIDN’T LIK U SO HE MADE ME IMURTAL SO WE CULDNT BE 2GETHER 4EVA BUT NAW WE CAN CUZ I AM ACTUALLY PRINZES MOOHARP-LUVYNESS-SERENA-MOON AND THE GRUNGARS ARENT MY REEL PARANTS MY EYES ARE FILED WITH LUV AND SORROW FER U LUSCIOUS CANT U SEEEE?!?!?

Oh Percy could see something alright. Something terrifying. Percy tried to move slowly so he didn’t startle it. Hopefully Lucius would survive and Percy could make it to a house elf so he could alert Saint Mungo’s.

This proved to be a big mistake as the thing’s eyes (cycling between various unnatural colors as well) narrowed in on him. Percy braced himself as the screeching resumed. “OH NOES IT IZ PECRY WEZALY! HE RAPPED ME IN HUGWARTS WHEN I WUZ A TEAHCER TREEING TO PROTK HARY FRUM LARD VODDLEMART HE IZ EVIL AND WURKIN WITH THE DETHETZERS1111”

What? It certainly took Percy a while to figure out what it was trying to say but once he somewhat understood he was far from happy. It took all his effort not to run away as Percy turned to confront it and Lucius looked on in amusement. “You are insane. In less than two minutes you have claimed you are the daughter of Voldemort, the Grangers and some sort of bizarre royalty. You supposedly have eight different names and went to Hogwarts with someone named ‘Luscious’ yet you barely look like you’re thirteen. You never taught at Hogwarts at all as well and to be perfectly honest you look like a freak.”

Tears(?) welled in the things eyes as Percy continued to point out its contradictions until it finally yelled out. “U IS JUZT A HATR AND JELLAZ THAT U CANT DOES BUTTER! AND IM ACTUALLY PRINCESS SERENTITY RAWANA GORDRC SLITHER THE FERRY-ELF-UNICARN AIR TO ALL THE HUWARTZ FONDERS AND WAZ GOING TO KEEP IT A MR.E BUT U RUINAD IT CUZ UR MEAT11!!1”

Percy merely glared at it now, perfectly aware that the thing is harmless. “I assure you, whatever you are that I am absolutely human and in opposition to whatever you’re supposed to be.” Preparing for another round of insane troll logic Percy was pleasantly surprised when Lucius intervened with a stupefy.

A house elf was soon summoned with the directions to ‘dump it with the rest’. At ease and poised as always Lucius calmly resumed eating as Percy still stood flabbergasted. When Percy didn’t immediately recover Lucius finally offered an explanation. “Some of the writers are less skilled than others.”

“Oh.” Well that was certainly an explanation. Trying to ignore the feeling of being unsafe Percy joined Lucius once again.

Fortress Brown

Despite the tower being windowless and far removed from most of the fortress Percy could still tell something was happening. The last few days as well, the servants had been more subdued then usual and Percy hadn’t seen either of his parents.

By now Percy had been alone for several hours, quite distressing since he hadn’t eaten since last night. With some difficulty Percy managed to leave his chair to feed the small fire he had been able to start. It was the middle of winter and this tower was far from well maintained as Percy desperately hoped someone would arrive before he was forced to start taking apart furniture.

At seven months pregnant Percy highly doubted he could pry the chairs apart. Perhaps lifting the dresser drawers wouldn’t be to challenging?

Before Percy could continue Percy trying to distract himself from his aching back he heard several shouts coming from outside his door. Soon the noise evolved into the clash of swords meeting as Percy took this as a hint to move to the farthest corner from the entrance.

Weary but still willing to hold out that he wasn’t about to be murdered Percy kept a close eye on the door as things quieted down except for the heavy wooden bar keeping the door sealed from the outside being pushed aside. Soon Lord Draco Malfoy stood in the entry way with a please smirk. That was until he got a good look at where Percy had been staying for the last two months.

“They placed you here?” The disdain was obvious in his voice as Draco glided over to meet an overjoyed Percy.

“I am carrying the bastard child of my family’s most hated enemy.” Ah yes, that letter to his family after he had ‘mysteriously’ disappeared had been quite awkward.

Still, Percy hadn’t expected to be kidnapped! Perhaps his parents had been justified in their initial fears but after explaining dozens of times that although reckless, unexpected and unusual their relationship was consensual. Percy wanted to leave. Not be lied to about his personal safety and used against Draco.

With a last glance at his prison Percy was relieved to find everyone still breathing as he followed Lucius down the stairs and towards one of the Malfoy Estates. He had a wedding to plan for and very little time.

Warm Gold

It was a reminder and Percy hated it. The thick band of gold circling his wrist was different then a wedding ring simply meant to say he was married. Oh no, this thing was a very clear STAY AWAY to everyone that might even come near Percy.

At first Percy hadn’t worn it that often; gold doesn’t go with everything after all. Quickly he had realized that this put Marcus in a mood he didn’t want to deal with.

Stupid thing was impossible to ignore. Percy could remember quite clearly wearing a long sleeved robe as he went shopping. The shopkeeper, nice but more than a bit nosey, had seen the glimmer as he was reaching over to pay. Grabbing Percy’s sleeve she had pulled it back before quickly blushing when she saw the engraving, FLINT. Marcus and Percy’s names are engraved on the other side in a slightly smaller font. Overall very noticeable for a Ministry Official to be wearing.

Sitting alone with his lunch Percy found himself looking at his wrist instead of finishing paperwork. Fine, he would fire call Marcus right now to let him buy a damn ring.

Restless Sea

This was more than insane; this was ruining Percy’s life. Giving up a generous commission, his friends and quite possible his family all over again. It didn’t matter to Percy in the least; he knew the consequences the moment he stepped on the questionable ship.

The Light Earth was going where needed to be and the crew didn’t ask questions. Even in this increasingly restless weather the captain pushed on away from Europe.

Standing alone on the far side of the deck Percy watched the ocean with increasing anxiety. Severus, he reminded himself, this was all going to be worth getting the man back safe and sound.

Percy had noticed it after the Great War. He knew Severus had worked for various organizations and even across several borders on differing sides and not much else. Percy could still see the differences from after the war, the restlessness and vigilance. Insomnia and irritability wasn’t abnormal for the older man but not for not to this new extant. After several months of erratic behavior Percy had been eager to get help.

              Then Severus had left. Not a word or letter, barely enough to fill a suitcase was missing to signal it had been a planned departure. For weeks Percy had been sick with worry, he still was. Finally his enquiries and prodding had paid off. This was the ship following the same route his lover had taken.

            One of them at least, this was the third ship a Mr. Severus Snape had booked lodgings on and Percy could only pray he wouldn’t find himself on another train station. If Percy had to even think about another long voyage by train he was going to rip his hair out.

            He was getting closer though Percy could sense it. With no idea about what he was going to do it Percy’s thoughts drifted away to a few weeks before Severus had fled.

            Percy had woken up to an empty bed which told him once again that Severus had spent the entire night in his study. Not knowing what mood Severus would be in Percy had been cautious as he entered the kitchen to find Severus wasn’t there with his usual morning drink. He wasn’t anywhere in the house actually or any of the usual places Severus would rarely visit. Several hours later Severus had returned and Percy had set his worries aside. The walks continued, growing longer and more frequent while Percy stayed silent on the matter.

            Until he was gone overnight. Confronting Severus had only led to an argument and Percy watched as he was left alone for longer and longer periods of time before Severus disappeared completely. Of course he had blamed himself for driving the love of his life away, agonized that Severus must be dead somewhere. One good slap from Ginny had put an end to that.

            Now Percy was tracking him down. The sky was getting lighter as more men appeared on deck. Distantly he knew the shoreline should be within sight soon. Severus could be there; just a day’s journey and Percy could see him again.

            Desperately he hoped in that Severus would want him. If the older man didn’t want anything to do with him Percy that left him with only one option.

            Percy would have to repeat their courtship all over again. Complete with borderline stalking and bribery with musty old plants. Overall it was bothering Severus with his presence until he accepted it. Cruel but effective. Percy couldn’t let the best part of his life go. Now he just had to convince Severus of the same thing.

                Wine Tasting

            Percy’s first experience with alcohol was definitely ill-timed. He could hardly help it though; after Percy had realized exactly what Umbridge and most of the Ministry was up to he had fled. Arriving at the front door of Grimmauld with a slew of highly classified documents he had stolen from various offices and stayed there ever since.

Leaving of course wasn’t an option now that it was fairly obvious who had leaked various secrets to the Order but that hardly prevented Percy from going more than slightly stir-crazy.

            Late at night and sensing that he was alone in the house Percy had seen the wine bottle. Yes he knew it was reckless but that certainly didn’t stop him for once. Pouring a glass Percy had even found that he quite enjoyed the taste.

            Besides, Percy thought as he watched the bottle grow emptier, it wasn’t really his fault at all. Sure the Order could congratulate him for risking his life to get them information. Did that mean they could trust him with anything to do besides watch his hair grow? Merlin no! He’s the traitor, the bad son. The son that nearly killed himself to get perfect O.W.L.S and N.E.W.T.S The son that couldn’t be happy for his friend when he thought Oliver might become Head Boy because he was too busy having a panic attack.

            “The son who could never be the right perfect,” Percy muttered to himself as he emptied his glass.

            “”The son who’s going bonkers.” Startled Percy actually fell out of his chair out of shock. Standing in the doorway stood Sirius Black trying not to laugh as Percy slowly righted himself against the spinning room. “You were talking for a while. Didn’t know Crouch gave you the creeps.”

            Brilliant. Percy finally does something reckless and stupid and gets caught. At least it wasn’t any of his siblings. Not that they wouldn’t know soon if Mr. Black proved to be as chatty as always.

            In an attempt to spare the remnants of his dignity Percy made his way to the doorway that Sirius was still blocking. “Please move,” he mumbled.

            “Let’s chat, prisoner to prisoner.” Before Percy could move out of the way Sirius had him by the shoulder to spin around and lead back to the table. Sirius actually laughed when Percy felt a bit woozy. “Shouldn’t of gotten the good stuff out,” he chided like an older sibling having caught their younger brother with a girl. Vaguely Percy wondered if that had ever happened with Regulas although he was far from inebriated enough ask.

            Now that they were sitting close together Percy could smell something, whiskey? Whatever it was exactly Sirius just might have gone ahead and bathed in it the way it wafted off of him. Percy was far along enough to tell him this much to the older man’s amusement.

            Still laughing slightly Sirius grabbed the wine bottle and took a swig before offering it to Percy. Normally this would horrify him and every childhood memory of helping his mother clean and trying to prevent his infant siblings from sticking absolutely everything they could find in their mouths.

In that particular moment however Percy’s obsessive sense of cleanliness just couldn’t make its way to the front of his clouded mind. Instead he took the bottle and brought it to his lips as an amused Sirius watched. Somehow the alcohol seemed stronger without the glass. Magic at its finest perhaps?

Percy choked a bit as the wine was pulled away from him. “Save a bit would ya? Moony won’t notice it’s been watered down if we can keep the color mostly right.” Wavering slightly Sirius stood up with the wine to go turn on the kitchen tap and stick the bottle under. When he was satisfied with the water level he grabbed the cork off of the counter and shoved it back in. With a wink at Percy Sirius stumbled over to the cabinet secreted away where certain someone’s weren’t supposed to find it. “Where’d the wine go?”

            It took a moment for Percy to realize what Sirius was talking about before he replied, “Bottom one, third on the left.”

            “Brilliant.” Percy couldn’t see Sirius but he could hear several bottles clinking together. “Vodkas the best. Doesn’t show the water and its kept up front.”

            Somehow Sirius made it back to the table with a large bottle of vodka and two shot glasses. Setting them down on the table was an easy task but somehow their chairs ended up shuffled together so Percy was almost on top of Sirius to avoid being jammed in a corner.

            Percy carefully poured the drinks and followed as Sirius immediately gulped it down. If he wasn’t already drunk Percy would have spit it back up. Instead his eyes watered and Percy let Sirius pour him another, taking small sips this time. In his opinion the wine was much better however the older man did have a point about an empty bottle being easy to hide.

            It wasn’t until their third (fourth?) glass that Percy said something, “You wo- won.” Confused Percy tried to shake the feeling that he was talking with a potato in his mouth. “Aren’t going to tell anyone?”

            “Anyone what?” There was a slur when Sirius spoke but only barely.

            “What I said earlier.”

            “Oh!” Sirius waved a hand, spilling vodka on both of them. “S`fine. I remember being young and under pressure.”

            “Yes,” Percy nodded. He had overheard more than once conversation about Sirius and how he fit into the Black family. “Thank you.”

            “No problem. Let me pour you another.” Back to silence they slowly made their way through another portion of the bottle before Sirius had Percy water it down and put it away.

            Only half awake it seemed like a good idea for them to move to a couch in a room far from the eyes of Mrs. Black’s portrait. Wait, never mind, it wasn’t a couch but a very small bed shoved against the wall. It didn’t matter much to either of them as they sat on the edge in a now comfortable silence.

            Suddenly Percy found himself the first thing that came to mind. “Did this house always feel like this? Like its- its.”

            “Eating you?” Sirius offered grimly. “Always, used to sneak out to get away from it. Don’t know why they won’t move us somewhere else, I’ve told Moony enough, he should remember.”

            Percy couldn’t see a solution but words of comfort did come to mind. “It must feel nice though, the Order being here and all fighting You-Know-Who.”

            Sirius laughed a little too loudly at that. “Nice enough. It’s fun to picture them rolling in their graves sometimes.” Quieting down slightly he leaned heavily against Percy who out of reflex brought a hand against his back to comfort him.

            It was memories of helping Ginny that brought the urge to change the subject, “Do you know where they went?”

            “No. They never tell me much. You?”

            Percy shook his head, “They don’t trust me.”

            “I’m too reckless `pparently.” A hand crept up around Percy’s waist as Sirius continued, “Moody? Fine, he wouldn’t tell himself if he didn’t half to. Moony and Dumbledore should though, I’m rotting in here. You too.”

            The words brought a chill down Percy’s spine but he couldn’t bring himself to disagree. Sure he loved awkwardly sitting down for tea with his mother most mornings as she eyed him wearily and watched her words. Eventually though Percy began to take the sudden hush whenever he entered a room a bit personally.

            Wandering along the different rooms alone he could always feel the muggy feeling of being slowly strangulated until it became too much and he had to find a window charmed to stay shut but still offering a glance at the outside. Recalling various walks something dawned on Percy, “We don’t run into each other very often.”

            “I avoid you.” It was said very matter of fact and Percy couldn’t help but feel hurt by it. They were hardly friends but they were at least in similar circumstances. Suddenly uncomfortable Percy moved closer to the headboard to wait out the fuzzy feeling in his limbs before he could leave.

Sirius picked up on Percy’s sulking and quickly corrected himself. “I didn’t want to do anything to get anyone mad at me.”

            Curious Percy let Sirius shuffle back over to lean heavily against him before asking. “For what?”

            Less than a second later Percy had his reply when he was being kissed fast and hard as he found himself pressing against Sirius. He had experimented with a few boys and Penelope in school but this was entirely different as Sirius started to pry apart the buttons on both of their robes. Pulling away from the kiss their eyes met as they were both trying to catch their breath. “Help me out would you?”

            That’s all it took for Percy to practically tear off his clothes and insist that Sirius do the same. Naked Percy didn’t have the usual amount of time to feel self conscious because Sirius had already pinned him down. Percy could still taste to much wine and vodka on himself and Sirius, he was about to lose his virginity to a near stranger almost old enough to be his father and all Percy wanted was for Sirius to keep trailing his hands downwards.

            No, Percy thought as Sirius started to move frustratingly slow, actually stopping to trace along his hipbones, he wanted the other man to hurry up.

            Thinking he could coax Sirius into action Percy tried moving his hips forward only to have the more experienced of the two hold him down with a laugh. “Patience.”

            It was half agony as Sirius kissed, licked, nibbled and refused to move where he was needed. Belatedly Percy realized he should be doing something, contributing to this somehow, although Sirius seemed content to let him grip the sheets harder as he tried to keep his pleading to a minimum.

            Finally it seemed as if Sirius would take pity on him. Keeping a firm hold on Percy’s waist he moved down until Percy forgot all efforts to be quiet as Sirius took the head of Percy’s erection in his mouth.

            Percy had never felt anything like this before and Sirius was all too happy to let him melt into a blithering mess. Moving back and forth on a whim he made up for his erratic behavior by reaching a hand to further distract Percy while the other moved behind him. They didn’t have any lube on them but Sirius guessed that they would be fine as he slipped a finger in Percy.

            It hurt slightly, especially when Sirius was quick to add another to stretch him further. The pain stayed on the edge of his mind until Sirius pulled away with a look that showed he enjoyed Percy’s groan of frustration too much. Especially when a hand went from stroking his erection to tracing his inner thighs.

            When Sirius began scissoring him with three fingers Percy gasped. Whatever Sirius had done he needed to do it again, many times. “More,” he begged.

            “More?” Sirius teased, pulling out completely. “You sure?”

            “Yes!” It didn’t take any more to motivate Sirius as he spit in his hand to lubricate himself before maneuvering Percy’s legs over his shoulders. Two attempts later and Sirius was pushing into Percy and trying to remember he was dealing with a virgin to resist going too quickly.

            That wasn’t an issue for very long when Percy began to thrust against Sirius and urge him to go faster, especially as his toes curled and he felt a haze from his prostate being continuously hammered by their increased pace.

            Considering their not completely sober state the two lasted quite a while before the tension in Percy gave out and he slumped over in exhaustion while ignoring the sticky mess around and inside of him from Sirius.

            Percy was already asleep while Sirius pulled out and used an abandoned pillow to clean some of the mess before pulling the sheets over them. Even in his addled state he could guess some of the reactions they could get in the morning. Not to mention the hangover.

Author’s Notes: It's finals week! Which means I am completely fucked... I am so incredibly stressed out I think my heart is going to explode...So I’m going to try and update before then as I feed off your reviews. Oh, and if anyone has noticed the weird formatting blame AFF. I don't know what the hell is this websites problem but it seems to have random issues with indenting paragraphs. Sorry, don't quite have the time/motivation to go through and fix it every chapter.

Marmalade Glaze: The Twin and I had never tried marmalade before so our Gram-Gram gave us some. I liked it, Twin didn’t. Either way I thought this was fun although I’m starting to feel a little guilty for making Oliver a bit of an idiot all the time.

Bermudan Blue: Threesome? Yes, I just really wanted to spoil Percy and thought Lucius would be the best at it.

Lavender Bounty: The biggest problem in this was the robe. Damn that robe to hell. Originally it was worded slightly different so that he had borrowed it from Severus until The Twin asked why Severus would have a robe that’s to short on Percy when we’re pretty sure Severus is the taller of the two. So I scrapped that but that still left the question of where in the hell did that robe come from?

Lynne’s Acres: Can anyone tell I’m missing my old copy of Oregon Trail 5? And I’m really liking the AUs and if anyone else is there is a big surprise in the next chapter for you especially if you’re a fan of Marcus.

Luscious Berry: Because I hate Mary-Sues but also find them very amusing on occasion. Not to mention I always read Luscious as Lucius and apparently many Mary-Sue writers do as well since they can’t get the spelling right.

Fortress Brown: Sorry to anyone that doesn’t like mpreg but The Twin really wanted one and I might just happen to like it as well…

Warm Gold: Just a little Marcus/Percy or else I start to miss it.

Restless Sea: Someone was giving a presentation of PTSD when I started writing this so I went with it.

Wine Tasting: Smut! I’ve written it a few times before but I’ve never posted anything before so I’m ok with it for now. Besides I actually quite like Sirius in this one and originally it was so long I was going to post it as a separate one shot but though ‘eh, it’s not like there’s a limit or anything’.

Whew, I’ll shut up and start writing now. Thanks for reading and please review.
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