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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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WARNING: There is some VERY strong sexual content in this one of the nonconsensual variety, if that bothers you scroll down to the next drabble now which I promise is fluffy and sweet.

Amber Afternoon

After many weeks spent thinking over it Percy decided he was ok with being the mostly stay at home ‘wife’ in his relationship with Marcus. Percy was of course perfectly capable of using the handgun kept by the kitchen entryway but more than secure enough in his masculinity to stick with washing floors and doing the laundry. That left Marcus in charge of all zombie slaying

Unsurprisingly Marcus was quite popular in town for his ability to get just about any job done. Vigilante style justice in particular held a lot of appeal for him which explained his current whereabouts and Percy’s worries.

Someone had been caught doing something. What exactly Percy didn’t know for sure but he trusted Marcus when he told him not to ask. Before the criminal could be punished (most likely executed) he had fled and Marcus had been the first of many to volunteer to track him down.

Now Percy was left alone to fret. Clearing a larger spot for the garden had kept him occupied until late in the afternoon but now all Percy had to do was curl up on the couch and try to read. Since Marcus had been disowned they hadn’t been able to afford a spacious house, instead the young couple had settled for a ‘cozy’ (smaller then a pincushion) ramshackle home away from the overpriced neighborhoods of the city.

It had its advantages, one of them being that it didn’t matter how silently the front door opened because Percy could feel the rush of cold air flooding past him. Finally! If Marcus thought he was going to just walk off into their bedroom he had another thing coming.

“Marcus,” Percy sighed in what he hoped was a properly martyred tone. “You could have been more honest when you told me how long you were supposed to be gone.” Percy quickly stood up to put his book away before turning around to face his husband.

Who wasn’t there. Damn it, this was not hide and go seek with Ginny. “Marcus!” Percy yelled as he stepped out onto the hallway and took a left towards their bedroom. “You can at least tell me if you were shot.” That actually had happened once and Percy had to practically tie him to the bed in order to dress the wound. Well actually, he did end uptying Marcus down but now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that…

Instead Percy opened the door to their bedroom just after it had been slammed shut and stepped inside. “Marcus?” Suddenly things didn’t feel right. In fact they felt very, very wrong. “Are you in here?” Percy asked as he edged back towards the hallway. He was nearly there when someone tackled him from the left and slammed him into the wall.

Percy was too winded to see the fist rushing towards his face until it was too late. Later Percy would determine that his nose wasn’t broken but in that moment as his mouth was flooded with his own blood he couldn’t convince himself otherwise. If whoever was attacking him noticed that Percy wasn’t fighting back it didn’t stop them from kicking him several times while he was on the ground.

When the blows stopped Percy opened his eyes to see who was standing over him and gasped.

It was a man, a rather large one, dressed in only a ragged pair of pants trying to catch his breath as he stood over Percy. What brought Percy to a new level of fear however was the blood. It was covering his claw like hands all the way up to his elbows, all across his chest and sickeningly enough layered around his mouth.

            The man smiled so Percy could see that his teeth had been filed to resemble some sort of monster from a horror movie complete with bits of rotting flesh stuck in between them. He was lumbering over to Percy when he tried to get back on his feet and make a run for it.

            Somehow he managed to get on his hands and knees until a foot slammed down on his back. There was a crack. Then a burning in his chest that meant at least one of his ribs was fractured. Between the blood from his nose and the pain everywhere it was getting harder and harder for him to breathe and all he could think about was how he didn’t want Marcus to be the one to find his body.

            The foot was still pinning Percy down when he heard the man start to laugh. “Yev barely put up a fight. Tha all ya got fer Greyback?” Since Percy was too terrified to speak Greyback continued, “To bad. Maybe this’ll put some sass in ya.”

            Percy wasn’t left wondering what Greyback meant for very long. Removing his foot Greyback grabbed Percy by the back of his neck and tossed him over the edge of the bed. Another blow to the kidneys stopped any struggling or screaming on Percy’s part when one hand held Percy down and the other started to undo his zipper.

            Things started to become fuzzy around the edges of Percy’s vision as he felt his pants being shoved around his knees. “Please,” he chocked, “don’t.”

            It was a mistake to expect any sort of sympathy from Greyback. “Don’t? Don’t what? Ya should feel flattered,” he cooed, “I don’t normally go fer the older crowd.” Dear God it was possible for Percy to feel more disgusted

            When he felt a hand reaching lower and lower Percy knew it was too late. He had survived a nuclear apocalypse and the rise of the undead only to fall into the hands of a cannibalistic pedophile.

            “Tell ya what. Why don’t ya ask me real nice and I’ll see about bein gentle?” Greyback teased. “Give ya some nice memories?” Leaning over Percy Greyback moaned as Percy tried to escape the finger entering him roughly. When another pushed in almost immediately after Percy couldn’t help but cry out. “Poor thing,” Greyback mocked, “mustn’t have gotten any decent cock in a blue moon.”

            For a moment Percy’s hatred of Greyback outweighed his fear. “Go to hell,” he cursed. It seemed as though Greyback hadn’t heard him until pulled out and spit on his palm and smeared it over his erection.

            “However ya like it.” That was all the warning Percy got before Greyback was pushing into him. Percy was on fire, screaming and clawing at the mattress while his rapist stopped halfway inside of him. In complete contrast to Percy Greyback was completely calm and at ease while he moved both his hands around Percy’s waist. “Might have to start makin more exceptions.” With that said he shoved inside of Percy completely and began thrusting in and out at a rapid rate.

            Every single movement for Percy was pure agony. Gradually the short, jarring pace took on another layer of agony as Greyback was able to use his blood as a lubricant and pull out almost completely before slamming back in. When his voice gave out Percy buried his face in the sheets and sobbed. Sand and gunpowder, they were on Marcus’ side of the bed.

            Percy almost welcomed the feeling of semen inside of him because it meant Greyback was finally finished with him. Exhausted and filthy Percy could only moan when the monster roughly pulled out of him. Adjusting his pants Greyback smirked as Percy trembled on the bed. “Feel better knowin yer place bitch?”

            Without a word Percy moved his legs onto the bed so he could curl up on the opposite end. Eventually he steadied his breathing enough to speak. “Leave.”

            This struck Greyback as hilarious. Lumbering over to lock the door he removed his pants completely and approached the bed. Panic renewed Percy began yelling and struggling anew while Greyback climbed on top of him. Quick work was made of his shirt while Percy struggled to stay conscious from the pain in his ribcage. Greyback soon had Percy’s legs thrown over his shoulders as he ran his hands over Percy’s body. “Think I’ll stay.” Staring up at Greyback Percy tried not to think about what was happening, had happened and was going to happen again.

            Then the door was slammed off its hinges and a shotgun went off. Percy couldn’t help but yell when Greyback’s nails tore across his stomach before he lunged towards Marcus. Unable to move fast enough Marcus was tackled into the hall and out of Percy’s sight as the two fought. He heard the shotgun go off again along with several crashes and yelling before the house became eerily silent.

            Percy had managed to sit up and was leaning against the headboard when Marcus stood in the doorway. It was obvious Marcus hadn’t come from the fight completely fine but at least he could still stand. Their eyes met, catching Percy off guard when he realized he wasn’t the only one crying. “Marcus?”

            He didn’t need to say anything else; Marcus was holding Percy in his arms before he could flinch away. “I’m sorry Percy. That bastard is dead and anyone that’s ever known him.” Marcus continued on the same vein and held Percy tighter against him.

            Dirty. That’s how he felt. Dirty, used, scared and so many other horrible things Percy knew in the very back of his mind weren’t true that he couldn’t stop repeating to himself. He wanted everything to be fixed and make the pain stop. Starting with letting Marcus burn the mattress and spend the next several days building a fence with a locked gate and reinforcing the doors and windows.

            Wild Grapes

            It was so kind of Oliver’s uncle Adam so allow Percy to get a closer look at the grapes in his vineyard. Percy didn’t get to leave the country very often and he planned on enjoying this vacation before having to return to the dreary weather of England.

            So, while Percy had a wonderful time meandering about outside Oliver was locked in the house. It was unfortunate to hear Oliver pining away but Percy was hell bent on not getting lost for another eight hours. Besides, his boyfriend still hadn’t explored all the hidden passageways his uncle had hinted at. No guilt whatsoever on Percy’s part was needed.

            Fine. He might have felt slightly bad walking among the grapes (with the house in sight) without a familiar chattering clawing at his ears. Percy leaned down to take a small rest, perhaps if he found a new rock or something Oliver would stop sulking over dinner.

            That’s when he was tackled into the dirt, just barely avoiding several vines. Oliver was on top of him with Percy in a hug that would have put Hagrid to shame.

Staring up at the sky while trying breath Percy realized he no longer felt sorry for Oliver. Instead he wished he had locked him in a closet. “You’re crushing me Oliver. Very thoroughly.” The only response was for Oliver to curl around him further and bury his face in Percy’s neck. “I can’t breathe Oliver.”

The hold was loosened somewhat. “I can’t help it. I’m weak, you there, all cute and outdoory and I couldn’t resist. I love you a lot. So much it hurts.”

“So you have decided to strangle me?” As an afterthought Percy added, “I love you to.”

            “No. I just had to hug you.” Percy relaxed slightly and let himself forget the dirt smeared on his clothes. Oliver, bless his heart, is more than a bit loony and mostly it’s best just to ride these things out. Besides, it’s nice to be told you’re loved every once in a while.

            When Oliver was satisfied he let go and sprawled on the ground in front of Percy who sat up to stretch some of the kinks out of his neck. “Happy?”

            “Very.” They sat in peace sometime before Oliver spoke up again. “Did you ever think about what if you had ended up dating someone else?”

            Percy laughed, “Oliver, between living together for seven years and you stalking me in between Quidditch practice I never thought about being with anyone else.” It was true; Oliver had actually gone as far as to enroll in seventh year potions with Percy. He wasn’t sure who wanted to die more, Professor Snape or Oliver.

            “What about that bloke in fifth year?” This was unusual; Oliver wasn’t one to act insecure in anything let alone their relationship. If anything Percy was the one having to remind himself that soon to be famous athlete or not Oliver was very much faithful to him.

            When Oliver shuffled over lay his head in Percy’s lap he let him. “He wasn’t interested in ‘dating’ and I turned him down quite firmly.” The wind started to pick up and Percy looked at the house with longing. Hoping Oliver was feeling better he prodded him, “Did you find any of those passages?”

            That perked him up. Percy was on his feet and being dragged towards the house before he could blink. “Several, one of thems a bedroom.”

            “Similar to the room we’re staying in?”

            Oliver’s eagerness nearly tripped them up on the stairs to the back porch. “Nope. This one has a door and it isn’t facing the living room and doesn’t have Granny Wood’s portrait anywhere.

            Despite behavior and protests to the contrary Percy is definitely a young man in love. Needless to say he caught onto Oliver’s intentions. Whether or not he was going to act on them was entirely up to if Oliver could dispel the image of his grandmother scowling down at the pair from Percy’s mind.



            Garden Shed

            Creeping downstairs Percy was very careful in avoiding Ginny’s open door as he snuck out the back. Wincing at the frost in the air and snow on his bare feet Percy headed for the broom shed. Hopefully no one felt like a midnight ride.

            Shuffling across the cold and slush Percy shoved the door aside and stepped in. Marcus Flint looked very out of place against miscellaneous pieces of his father’s collection strewn about and worn brooms thrown against the wall. He could see the look of disdain quite clearly. “Marcus?”

            “What?” The older boy snapped.

            This confused Percy, he had just been settling down to bed when a note had flown almost straight towards his eye. It had been a note from Marcus telling him to get outside and soon. Percy tried asking again, “Why did you need to see me? Wont your father-“

            “Forget about the old bastard.” Percy was more then used to Marcus and his disrespect, perhaps even hatred, for his father. But he knew despite this that Mr. Flint commanded fear and authority in his household. The thought of his son running off in the middle of the night to see his ‘whore’ would not go over well. Percy could only be grateful that as far as Mr. Flint knew Marcus was sleeping with several Slytherin girls. Well actually Marcus was but no one needed to know that a certain redhead was also on that list.

            Percy ended up standing against the door awkwardly while waiting for Marcus to stop sneering at the shed and say something. Eventually he turned to Percy but kept a rickety table between them. “What’s this about you being invited out to New Years?”

            Suddenly the memory of the snow and wind outside seemed downright cozy compared to the atmosphere in the shed. “With Emil Adlam? He invited me to his house next week.”

            Marcus began to move around the table and Percy found himself struggling to keep it between them until their positions were switched. “You’re going?”

            Percy replied quickly. “Of course, he was very polite and asked if I have a date for New Year. I told him I didn’t and that I would love to join him.” It had all been very sweet; Percy could have sworn that the blond was going to trip over himself in his eagerness to follow him everywhere.

            Before Percy could get out of the way Marcus had him cornered. Towering over him Marcus moved both hands to rest against the wall beside Percy’s head. He leaned forward before asking, “As his date?”

            “Yes. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

            Apparently this was the worst possible thing that Percy could have said. Before he could try squirming away Marcus had Percy roughly by the shoulders so his arms were pinned at his sides. But he didn’t say anything. Oh no, he just glared at the terrified redhead and started to squeeze harder until Percy was sure there would be bruises tomorrow.

            Why did everyone underestimate him? With two older brothers and four devious younger siblings Percy definitely knew a few things about brawling. Ceasing his struggles Percy immediately went limp; forcing Marcus grip to loosen a bit which gave him the opportunity to bring a foot hard against his would be captor’s knee. Instead of fleeing Percy kept on the offense, getting another hard kick to his stomach before trying to run.

            A mistake, Marcus was far less willing to forgive the pain in his stomach and swept out to yank Percy by the ankle before crawling on top of him. “What the fuck is your problem!”

            “Problem! You’re the one that just grabbed me!” For no reason at all, “Why did you come here anyways?” Where was his family? Shouldn’t Bill or Charlie be rushing in to ‘save his virtue’ as they always joked about?

            Percy didn’t have much time to wonder about his family, Marcus had leaned back just enough for both of them to move into a sitting position. Of course the door was still blocked and Percy wasn’t going to be leaving anytime soon. “You said you’re meeting Adlam.”

            “So? It’s New Year. Everyone’s out with somebody. A certain Miss Gamp was overjoyed by your invitation.” Obnoxious harpy that she was it was no wonder she hadn’t thrown sparkling banners throughout the school to sing her praises. Not that Percy was particularly nauseated by the twit’s obsession with loudly proclaiming herself the perfect example of a pureblood woman. If anything he should be grateful. With Marcus occupied for half the week Percy finally had a few nights to himself.

            A swift knock to the head threw Percy from his thoughts. “That’s different.” Keeping a firm grip on the redhead Marcus dragged him up to a slightly more comfortable position between himself and the wall. “I have to have a date.”

            “And I don’t care!” Percy snapped. “Sleep with as many insane little girls as you want-”

            “Including you?”

            Taking the high road Percy ignored that. “Honestly, when we first started this…arrangement I did care but you told me no. So fine, we are companions in bed and nothing more. I don’t intrude on your private life and expect the same from you.”

            It took some effort for Percy to choke out the last part of his speech, and probably more for Marcus to resist the urge to strangle him. Instead they settled for the rather awkward middle of staring at each other until Marcus broke the silence. “So that’s it?”

            “So it would seem.” No this wasn’t painful, it couldn’t be. Percy had been preparing himself for this very moment for ages. Everything felt fine, not a single nervous twitch or anxiety out of place.

            When Marcus stormed out Percy managed to stay on his feet. Somewhat. Actually, he relied heavily on the wall for several minutes. Especially when he heard the back door of the Burrow creaking open and several feet scurrying outside.

            “Percy?” A voice called out, either Fred or George. “Come on! Mum’s already got the porridge on!” The shed door opened to reveal both the twins staring at him as if he had gone completely loony. “What are ya doing out in your knickers?”

            “Nothing.” Percy snapped, “Is Lee here yet?”

            The twins shared identical smirks, “No, but a letter from a cute Frenchie popped in with the post. Ginny was just about to read it.” They were off running before Percy could be properly horrified. He was halfway through the doorway before he stopped, slowly turning around to take one last look.

            If Percy expected anything he was sorely disappointed. It was the same shed as always, no secret love letters or gifts lying around. He turned back to look outside, nothing different there either. Well, he was standing outside in nothing but his underwear, which was certainly unusual. Slowly Percy headed towards the backdoor, trying to feel as exited for the New Year as he had been an hour ago.

            Thorny Branch

            Why did everything have to be so dark? It was the middle of the afternoon in summer for Merlin’s sake. For that matter, why did Remus insist on moving to the middle of some creepy, dark woods when there were plenty of nice and cheerful forests?

            Probably to detour him even further Percy thought as he tripped and several branches scratched him. He almost wished he had dropped the basket of homemade goodies he was carrying so Percy could go home.

            Molly, bless her heart, had sprung into action the moment she learned Remus was living alone. With the image of a poor, starving werewolf in mind a large wicker basket was summoned and stuffed with shrunken meals of every variety. Satisfied she had cast a heating charm and mothered a visiting Percy into delivering it.

            Of course the cottage wasn’t hooked up to the floo and the directions in the letter were too vague for apparating to the exact location. Lucky him, just on the edge of the forest was a tiny path for Percy to try and follow. The world couldn’t appreciate that he was already going far out of his way for his mother and a family friend. No, Percy had to trek through bushes, creeks and murderous trees while trying to remind himself that there couldn’t possibly be anything with sharp teeth tempted by the wonderful smelling basket.

            It felt as if Percy had been walking for hours by the time he stumbled upon an upturned tree for a rest. More damp then he cared for Percy was still more than happy to stretch out and stare at the forest around him. If he didn’t have to drudge through it this would have been a rather lovely sight.

            Oh wait, it was raining, cold, muddy, more than vaguely poisonous and Percy could hear something large rustling in the bushes. Never mind.

            Remus Lupin stepped into a clearing to rest while gathering some mushrooms to find Percy Weasley standing on a log with a wand pointed at him. He couldn’t help it, he laughed. Even when Percy scurried down red enough to match his hair Remus was still going. Eventually he stopped and noticed a very not amused redhead was shoving a basket in his arms that reeked of home cooking.

            “Molly sent you?” Praise the woman in all of her nurturing ways. No one in her thoughts went hungry if she could help it. When he received a nod of confirmation Remus turned to head home. “You’re welcome to stay for dinner.”

            “No thank you. I should be home by now.” The impatience in Percy’s voice was impossible to miss. “Mother is also expecting me any moment.” Only half a lie, he didn’t have tea with her until tomorrow.

            Unfortunately for Percy Remus possessed the same mothering tactics as Molly and he quickly found himself shuffled into a warm cottage with a cup of tea while Remus shifted through the basket. After the war Remus had been brave enough to begin working with the Ministry for werewolves’ rights and awareness. He had bought the isolated home mostly because others of his kind found it to be a more comfortable meeting place then Diagon Alley.

            Percy recalled having the opportunity to meet and even work with Remus in an official capacity on a few occasions and had been very pleased. Remus and his close knit group worked tirelessly and with an unending stream of resourcefulness when faced with even the most repulsive behavior. Perhaps with a new generation and better Ministry the wizarding world could abandon some of their more draconian beliefs and policies…Well, it would certainly be easier without Rodger sticking around…

            A warm bowl of soup being placed in front of him interrupted Percy’s thoughts. Remus joined him across the table with a large helping of shepherd’s pie. It was all delicious of course, a true testament to home cooking.

            “How is Molly doing?” Remus, always courteous of others, knew the few safe topics regarding Percy and his family.

            Percy briefly met Remus’s eye as he reached for some bread. “Fine, she’s been talking about leaving the house occasionally for volunteer work now that the nest is empty. I always did wonder what she did while we were at school.”

            Remus brightened significantly at the good news. “That’s wonderful. The world needs more Mollys out there.” Conversation flowed easily from that point and even long past their early dinner and dessert. They were both laughing over some chaos from the Marauder’s time in Hogwarts when the friendly atmosphere came to an abrupt end.

            For Percy it was because he felt a familiar fluttering in his stomach that had preceded Penelope, Marcus, Oliver, many (many) others, and that nice bloke from Flourish and Blotts. He would die before he admitted it in front of his mother but Percy actually carried a string of failed relationships. A long one that may or may not be decorated with the occasional ‘casual night out’ with a stranger and the agreement to part ways. To be having any sort of feelings for a close family friend threw Percy into a whole new ocean of anxiety.

            Remus on the other hand was completely oblivious to all of this. Instead he reflected a bit. He could say with some degree of certainty that he was at peace with his friend’s deaths. However something about laughing over the memory of a soaked Sirius and James dragging him into the lake struck him as incredibly surreal. It was almost impossible to explain. On one hand Remus could easily look over at the staircase and imagine his best friends as teenagers racing down them before finding some mischief. On the other that part of his life was over with an absolute finality that weighed heavily on him. Experiencing both of these feelings at once was just disorienting.

            The silence around them wasn’t particularly uncomfortable but it was heavy. Remus stood up to light several candles when they noticed the sun was setting. Opening a cabinet he turned back to Percy, “Wine?”

            Percy smiled, tempted to say yes, “I can’t I need to apparate soon.”

            This brought up an important question. “Could you now?” Before Percy could protest with his perfect score on the licensing test Remus held up a hand. “I don’t doubt your abilities but do you know exactly where you are? And where ever it is you’re going?”

            Damn it. Percy was far from reckless enough too apparated with only a fuzzy sense of direction. That’s how you end up without a foot in Saudi Arabia. “You wouldn’t mind if I just side apparated with you would you?”

            Remus pointed at the already open bottle sitting on the counter. “I had a couple of glasses right before you arrived.”

            Looks like Percy was staying the night. Quilts were gathered and the couch transfigured into a bed for him to settle in. Of course it was way too early for either of them to be sleeping so they found themselves chattering away reminiscent of sleepovers from their younger years. This wouldn’t end the same way it often did with Oliver, Percy was sure of that and Remus hardly expected to end up a sneaking off somewhere to plant some dungbombs. Still, the company was welcome and both men went to bed happily.

            They woke up to a hardy breakfast before Remus apparated Percy outside the forest with his thanks for Molly. Remembering a promise to report that the werewolf wasn’t maimed or starving Percy hurried back to the Burrow. She was of course overjoyed to hear her friend had been saved from a lack of home cooked meals. By next week when Percy arrived at the Weasley home for his usual visit there was another basked and assurances that Remus was properly connected to the floo now.

            Remus must have been expecting him because he already had tea ready as Percy came stumbling in. The basket was exchanged for the other before they sat down. Overwhelmed by his excitement Percy had barely poured his tea when Remus started talking, “Everyone must be eager to welcome Hermione and Harry into the family properly.”

            Percy shrugged, hoping to avoid a re-telling of his latest argument with his parents. “Of course, Hermione is brilliant and Harry has been part of the family since the year we met him on the platform.”

            Remus must have caught the hesitance in his voice, “But?”

            “War heroes or not I think they’re too young for this. Sometimes,” Percy hesitated as he remembered Ron glaring at him, “It almost feels as if this is just another step in rebuilding.” Remus was about to speak up before Percy continued, “Of course I know they love each other! I’m not doubting that at all.”

            “Witches and wizards often marry right after school. Two years out of Hogwarts your parents were already married and had Bill,” Remus pointed out. “Molly seemed to think you were going to propose to that girl from your final year.”

            Grateful for the change in subject Percy tried to sound properly torn up over Penelope. “We parted ways,” and the way his mother went on he and Penelope were lost halves of the same soul.

            Apparently he succeeded a bit too well. All concern and wanting to help Remus leaned in to ask, “Would it help to talk about it?”

            Well, there was the sex with Marcus Flint…

            “No,” Percy reassured, “It’s fine. I heard the werewolf registry might be going under review.” If Remus noticed the complete change of subject as an attempt to avoid that line of conversation he didn’t comment on it, happy to jump into an enthusiastic explanation. Still a part of Percy couldn’t help but look back.

            After their first few encounters he had broken things off with Penelope. Percy didn’t specify who but he did make their gender perfectly clear. It was an idiot mistake, the redhead had thought it would make Marcus more attached to him.

            That turned into a burning mess. Marcus was not looking for a boyfriend. He was looking for something else and was more than happy to tell Percy. Reeling from the experience Percy had dived into Oliver’s bed. Of course at the end of seventh year they had A Talk and decided it would be best to part ways. Thus a pattern had started.

            Best to take his mind off it, Percy stopped the occasional nod or hum to actually participate in the conversation. Hours later they separated to get a good night’s sleep.

            Two days later Percy noticed that he had left his cloak behind. A note was sent from his office and an hour later his assistant returned with a message. Remus had found his cloak and was going to be in Diagon Alley that afternoon. “I’ll be having lunch at Elby’s. Could you tell him to meet me there?” Wide eyed and eager the assistant scurried off.

            Everything was arranged, moments after sitting down at his usual table he was joined by Remus. The cloak returned in a slightly better condition and Percy insisted they have lunch together. After all, Remus was a family friend; it would be rude just to send him off. Right, if there was one thing Percy had ever succeeded in it was self denial.

            Their usual amount of conversation aside things felt different between the two. Remus certainly seemed less subdued, brighter even. Instead of bothering him every few minutes with longing looks Percy’s usual waitress had scuttled into the kitchen. People, very subtly and only occasionally were glancing at the two. What an odd couple they must make.

            Couple? Was this a date? The lurching in Percy’s stomach shifted through him and before he could get himself under control glasses were tipped over and Percy was busy apologizing to a soaked Remus. “Sorry! Please let me fix it.” By some miracle Percy was focused enough to cast the cleaning spell. Perhaps a bit too well considering he could have swore Remus didn’t have that tear in his robes before…

            Remus, in a moment of kindness that Percy could only be silently grateful for, didn’t seem too terrible concerned. Even as the redhead was trying to spontaneously combust he simply resumed eating. “The tea here is good. Do you think they import it?”

            “Possibly. It actually seems similar to what we had in Egypt.” Amazingly it only took a little while for Percy to once again feel at ease. Well, as at ease as Percy possibly could he just wasn’t a naturally relaxed person.

            When his lunch was over Percy regretted it terribly even as he said goodbye to a cheerful Remus. Months ago he been offered a longer lunch hour with his promotion but he had brushed it aside in favor of getting more paperwork done. Now he was kicking himself over it.

            Returning to work actually didn’t grant him an immediate sense of relief. Instead he waited out the day until he could rush home and pull apart every word and gesture from that day. Lounging on his couch he felt the stress and tension piling on him. Briefly he thought about going to the quiet little bar just a few blocks down the street.

            He didn’t, not that night or any other that week. Percy wanted to say it was simply because he was too exhausted from his hectic work days but that was impossible. What Percy chose to do was throw himself into replying to the letters he started receiving from Remus. Safe topics dominated most pages but occasionally more personal bits and pieces snuck their way in-between the lines.

            Remus actually was the first person to see Percy’s new flat after he got a raise. They ended up drinking way to much wine and waking up squished together in the tub. With all of their clothes on which made the experience twice as bizarre for Percy. Of course they had just managed to freshen up from their hangovers when Ginny decided to walk in for an early breakfast.

            Shortly after Molly insisted the Remus be required to join the Weasley Sunday dinners. As always they sat together and no one seemed to question it. Well, not in front of them anyways. The general consensus was that they were a very private couple. Fred and George were of course banned from so much as opening their mouths about the two.

            When Percy became important enough to warrant bringing a guest to Ministry gatherings Remus seemed like the natural choice. After all with no official position Remus couldn’t always warrant an invitation of his own.

            So nearly a year after Percy dragged himself through the forest nothing seemed wrong with flooing over for a nice, quiet evening. Remus only briefly looked up from his book as Percy settled next to him with his own. When an hour passed they both rummaged through the cupboards for some food.

            The rest of the evening was just as casual. Hardly a word was spoken between them until it was time for Percy to go. After saying his goodbyes Percy was just about to step into the fireplace when Harry came smashing into him. Luckily they managed to stay standing and Harry was stuttering out an apology. “Sorry to ruin your romantic evening. I’ll just…wait upstairs.” Faster than a snitch he was bounding up the stairs, leaving two very confused men behind.

            “I’ll go upstairs to correct him.” Remus suggested.

            “No! I mean-” Merlin why was he talking and when did he become such an idiot? “I mean you don’t have to. Correct him I mean.” Finished speaking, hopefully for the rest of his life, Percy stared at the floor by Remus’s feet.

            In the middle of wishing a meteor would crush him a hand reached out to cover Percy’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”

            Seeing that he was still alive he could only answer one way, “No.”

            “No?”

            “No.” Percy did not want to have his feeling surfaced. Ever, because it would surely mean adding yet another name to the long list of people to avoid for the rest of his life.

            The hand on his shoulder moved slowly until Percy’s face was being turned to face Remus. “I would have enjoyed a romantic evening,” he said shyly.

            It felt as if his throat was being stuffed with moss when Percy was finally able to speak. “With me?”

            Remus smiled and for the first time Percy noticed the slight creases around his eyes alongside various laugh lines. “Yes you.”

            Oh. This was someone that not only actually liked Percy but also happened to be an actual friend. They had better hurry up and get rid of Harry then.

            Woven Basket

            If Severus could get away with it Percy knew he would be dead. Instead the potions master settled for slowly going over every aspect of how being separated from his lab for a few hours could doom them all. It was when he went into a tangent about poppies boiling over that Percy finally intervened.

            “Severus, you do not have a cauldron of poppies waiting to explode. You hate poppies and always use milkweed instead. Now try to enjoy this would you?” Really, it was a beautiful day out. Severus didn’t have to act as if Percy was dragging him through a dragon’s den to save a group of first years.

            A picnic that’s all he wanted. Was that so much to ask for? Percy had even waited for the best springtime weather and watched his lover’s syllabus like a hawk for a break in grading. Most couples would be out having the time of their lives. Not trying to sulk under a tree and avoiding Percy as he spread a blanket out and set the basket down to begin opening it. “You do realize you’re eating off the dirt.”

            Percy didn’t stop spreading the food out; he had gone through to much effort to pack favorites to suddenly be fearful of germs. “No, we’re eating off of a blanket cleaner than any surface in your own home.” When Severus didn’t make a move to come any closer Percy rolled his eyes, “You’re the one sitting directly on the dirt with all of the damp worms and beetles.”

            For several minutes it seemed as if Percy was going to be eating his salad alone until Severus quietly spoke, “This isn’t like you.”

            “What? I drag you out all the time Severus. Just last week I coerced you into lunch with Mother at Hogsmeade.” Of course he had been moody for hours afterwards but Percy wasn’t going to look like a loon with an imaginary lover.

            Tired of having to look directly into the sun to face Percy Severus finally walked over to join him. Waving away an offered sandwich he picked at a loose thread on the blanket. “I seem to recall lukewarm tea and a screeching child nearby. But I meant the picnic, neither of us is the outdoors type.”

            “I like this, the weather is nice, the food is good and we’re alone for once.” Alone. What a lovely word. With a castle full of children Percy liked to think he had a good idea of how his parents must have felt for all those years. Curfew didn’t even stop them! Half of Slytherin house just ignored it or waited for Severus to show up at the dorm.

            Knowing he was in love with a man capable of being incredibly dedicated to his students was fine with Percy. Except when he also had to compete with potions while still finding the time to keep an entire department of the Ministry from exploding into chaos. That was the final straw that meant demanding some time away from both of their places of work.

            So facing the complete destruction of his peace of mind Percy had resorted to extremes and dragged a disgruntled Severus outside. Normally he would hate this as well but the redhead was too busy enjoying the lack of conspiring students or teachers in need of assistance.

            With complete Serenity Percy poured himself a mug of lemonade from the thermos. “We should do this more often.” Severus was too busy glaring at him to give a proper reply. “I’m not trying to kill you Severus, just get some alone time with you.”

            “Then charm the door shut. Do all Weasleys lack common sense?” The poor blanket now had a growing hole in it thanks to Severus’s efforts. Well, at least he took a break to occasionally fiddle with the clasp keeping the basket closed. Percy was one of the few people that knew the extent of the older man’s fidgeting. He thought it was endearing, even if he was met with fierce disagreement.

            “Well yes I did try that a few times. Do you remember what happened? It was past ten o’clock, I had finally fixed Rostin’s complete failure to follow proper procedure that is there for a reason,” Percy had to take a deep breath to stay calm and on topic. “And you had finally graded all of the students midyear tests since you’re insane enough to have every class take them at the same time. Finally we are alone-”

            “Are your insane ramblings going anywhere?”

            “Of course. Now just eat something would you? I practically sliced a finger off to get the crusts right. Now, we were alone for the first time in weeks with no interruptions so I charm not only the entrance to your rooms shut but every other door as well. Mr. Malfoy still finds a way to ‘innocently’ walk in on one of our more…intimate moments. Then his father the week after that. What does that prove to you?”

            “The Malfoys are a long and ancient line of voyeurs,” Severus answered dryly.

            Percy watched the man he loved take apart and reassemble his cucumber sandwich trying to guess just how much sarcasm verses misunderstanding was in that sentence. Either way it was best to give up. Flopping backwards into the grass Percy looked up at the sky with great patience. “Absolutely. So if we want any sort of privacy its best that we convince everyone we are the type of boring and mundane couple that goes on picnics.”

            To Percy’s surprise Severus sprawled out to join him. “Only if a nap is part of your plan. If I have to look at another dimwitted Gryffindor I can no longer claim responsibility for my actions and you’re going to have to explain to Minerva why her entire house has been stranded in the lake.”

            “Fine. But only if you don’t judge to me harshly when the papers learn about me smuggling Rostin to Reykjavík or somewhere equally cold and out my way.” Hmm, plans of revenge and sleep. Percy could only stare dreamily at the clouds even while Severus went off about some idiot’s mistake with his latest order of ingredients. Some things just couldn’t be neglected.

Authors Notes: I suck…But in my defense this month is handing me my ass. But I’ve decided a much more realistic goal would be to update once a month. I know it sucks but life is starting to catch up to me. To make it up to you guys you might have noticed that each chapter is just a little longer than the last one.

Amber Afternoon: 0.0 I scared myself a little with this one. Originally Marcus was supposed to bust in right in time but I kept pushing it back thinking it would be a little cliché…On the other hand this is the same Marcus/Percy universe as Dusk so this is my way of saying that time colors now belong to this series more or les

Wild Grapes: My immediate attempt to nosedive into something cheery. Poor Oliver, last chapter I feel guilty for making him a little dim and now I’ve added a little crazy to it.

Garden Shed: Damn it! I was trying so hard to get some not angst Marcus in here but that crap just writes itself. More effort will go into next chapter I swear.

Thorny Branch: This sucker took the most time out of just about every drabble I’ve written. That’s because the pairings I’m the most insecure about always end up being the longest somehow.

Woven Basket: Thought I’d end on a high note with something The Twin asked for. After she corrected most of my grammar, tense, spelling and other things I thought she deserved it. Really, the sentence up above you was originally “This sucker took was the most time out” before she stopped me. Thank her or else this would resemble the ramblings of My Immortal.
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