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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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Afternoon Glow

            As Percy prepared the coffee he tried to ignore the hammering noise coming from outside. They had been quick to agree it would be best to move to one of the abandoned homes closer to town and with more room. More importantly it was also closer to a scrap yard that Marcus combed for locks and various materials to build a fence out of that spanned the entire property.

            Percy had been quite reassured by it, fiddling with the padlocks on the doors and windows. Mrs. Figg had even sat by him in mutual silence as they watched Marcus stack cinderblocks. Of course when he did want to talk she was also there in a way that didn’t come naturally to Marcus or Percy. It was good to know that Fenrir was dead and nothing like that will ever happen again but very rarely Percy wanted to express the pain and hurt in an attempt to sort out his feelings.

            The wounds were still there of course but with the older woman’s help Percy was finding ways to mend them. Marcus on the other hand…

            A banging on the door signaled for Percy to take a look through the peephole before undoing the latches to reveal Marcus with tool-belt in hand and his shirt already soaked through with sweat. “You checked before you opened the door?”

            “Yes. I’m about to make breakfast, does anything sound appealing?” Even as Percy asked he knew Marcus would say no.

            Of course Percy had to be right. Not bothering to step into to doorway Marcus set his tools on the porch and pulled Percy into a tight embrace. “Gudgeon, that dumbass, thinks he found an old map leading to an army supply center.”

            All Percy could do was sigh as he was let go with the reminder make sure everything was locked and that he wouldn’t be alone for long. It was definitely going to be a long day, most likely alone.

            Tea and Honey

            It was the summer Charlie celebrated his third year on the reservation and the start of July when Percy showed up on his doorstep with a bag bursting at the seams. Barely sparing him a glance the younger Weasley strode inside as if he owned the entire reserve. “I’ll make some fresh tea then,” Charlie yelled after him. Percy just flung his bag in a corner and headed for the sofa.

            Over an hour later Charlie was still in the living room trying unsuccessfully to pry the reason for Percy’s foul mood and sudden appearance out of him. Not that he expected to get very far in the first place, no one in the family could really communicate with Percy except Ginny on occasion but that was becoming rarer and rarer as she grew older.

            That left Charlie staring at his younger brother as he stirred a spoonful of honey into his tea. “I could always send an owl to Mum you know. Or just send you home because she’s probably sitting by the clock worrying to death.”

            Percy didn’t bother looking up from his tea. “I already told Mother I was leaving. And if you ask her what happened I’ll tell her about you getting drunk with your friends off fire whiskey before coming home to feel me up.”

            Charlie flinched at Percy’s matter of fact tone knowing he was cornered. That had been one of the stupider moments of his life that really had no explaining without exploring some scary parts of himself. The only option he could see was to completely avoid the topic of incest and go on the offensive. “You’re acting awfully petulant today.”

            He might as well of gone all the way and said childish the way Percy glared at him before stomping off to the study that he had crammed a cot into. The door didn’t slam and the honey pot’s lid had been placed perfectly but this was still the closest thing to a fit Charlie seen in Percy since he was five.

            Well, except for the morning after when Charlie had woken up in the broom shed with a killer headache, a half empty bottle on the ground and Percy glaring at him in the doorway. Charlie still had no idea why Percy hadn’t rushed off to tell their parents the moment he was coherent enough to attempt standing.

            He suspected he had told Bill because a few minutes after Percy left he was there to help clean up the mess and scold him for being an idiot.

            After that summer Bill had returned to his rented out flat and Charlie had went back to work in Romania. Things had been awkward but fine, Percy never wrote and they avoided each other during the holidays. Except for the times they had caught each other staring.

            Now Charlie had his teenage brother staying with him and refusing to explain why. He looked at the hallway with dread, deciding to spend a few extra minutes washing dishes the muggle way and think over a better approach for the morning. The twins and Ron were easy, just use a little humor and offer to play a game of quidditch. Actually that mostly worked with Ginny to.

            Why did Percy have to be so difficult? Sure he was a bit neurotic and self important but he also had a contagious drive to succeed and the need to go above and beyond. When you considered looks to it was no wonder that Wood kid was always hanging around…

            Charlie left the last cup and saucer in the sink and sighed in frustration. Good older brothers did not stand around thinking about their brother’s arse. Instead they come up with a plan to get them out of the house.

            Nearly an hour later Charlie was sliding into bed still clueless. Sleep didn’t come easily and was often interrupted by dreams. The disturbing kind that Charlie thought he had vanquished months ago. After ages of tossing, turning, waking up and forcing himself back to sleep Charlie checked the clock to find only two hours had passed and he felt like garbage.

            Fumbling around in the dark he found a sleeping draught leftover from a bad flu and chugged it down without a second thought. Sleep came in an instant just as Percy was stumbling out of the cot and heading for the bathroom.

            Hours later Charlie woke up to the sound of water sloshing in the tub. Right. Percy. Best to take things one step at a time, starting with breakfast. Not bothering to change out of his nightshirt Charlie headed for the kitchen area. Stopping in front of the bathroom door he knocked a few times before calling out, “Breakfast in half an hour Percy. Then we have to talk.”

            No response, not that Charlie was surprised. He continued on and started gathering ingredients for something simple. Of course growing up with Molly Weasley for a mother something simple ended up taking the better part of an hour before everything was set on the table and Charlie was yelling for Percy to get out of the tub. No response again. Ten more minutes than Charlie was banging on the door. “Foods gonna get cold Percy and I have to leave for work soon.” He could always eat quickly and leave before he had to see too much of his brother but that would leave him a nervous mess if he didn’t do anything to resolve this. Nervous wrecks do not do well around dragons.

            More banging on the door until finally Charlie was forced to open the door and face Percy still huddled in his ancient claw-foot tub. “Go away.” If Percy was anywhere else that would have sounded very intimidating but soaking wet and squinting without his glasses Charlie was far from put off.

            “Just come out and eat some breakfast Percy.”

            Percy looked at him as if he was a dimwitted toddler. “You can’t make me.”

            Charlie quickly went over his options. Yes technically he could force Percy but that would most likely mean grabbing him and somehow wrapping him in a towel at least. Without meaning to his eyes wandered to where Percy’s legs dipped under the water.

            Weak, weak person that he was Charlie turned around, “Fine. But we’re still talking when I get home.”

            Skipping breakfast he was halfway out the door when he heard Percy shout out. “About why I’m here or the unresolved sexual tension?”

            Taking several deep breathes Charlie walked back to the bathroom, keeping the door shut this time when he spoke. “Both I think.”

            Several moments later and after the sound of water splashing against the floor, “I think…the two might be closely related.”

            “Maybe.” Charlie stood next to the door leaning more on the wall as he imagined Percy rummaging through his cabinet for a towel. “I should go. We’ll talk later.”

            “Later then,” With that said Charlie all but ran out the door.

            Work was alright. Several times his coworkers asked if he was completely over that nasty bout of flu. Charlie muddled his way through with unusual impatience.

            Soon enough he was home. Of course all the food from that morning was put away and Charlie would have never been able to tell the bathroom had ever been used if not for his own memories. That left him to find Percy in his bedroom looking through the junk on his dresser.

            Being the older one Charlie felt obligated to break the silence. “Where do you want to start?”

            Of course being a perfectionist Percy would want to lead things. “How about with me not thinking you were that drunk and me not doing anything to stop you?” Abandoning a charm bracelet Ginny had made when she was seven Percy sat on the bed and invited Charlie to join him. “I’m sure we could go further back if we tried but that sounds like the best place to begin.”

            The rush of terror and excitement as he sat down next to Percy reminded Charlie of the first time he had approached a dragon. “Sounds perfect.”

            Ruth’s Best

            It was two weeks before Ruth’s eleventh birthday and she was playing in the garden while Daddy was at work and Father was in the kitchen fixing them lunch. Kneeling in the dirt her new buckled shoes from Grandma were getting dirty as she held a carefully chosen stick and concentrated on a row of ants below her.

            Ruth was in the middle of trying a new way of waving her hands when she heard the gravel crunch behind her and Father setting a plate on the rickety little table kept outside. “I’m almost done playing. Promise.”

            It certainly got harder to try when Father’s shadow loomed over her and mostly blocked her view of the ants. But it was worth it when she was picked up and carried over to sit with him with her sandwich. “What were you playing Ruth?”

            “Magic. Last time Aunt Ginny and Uncle Harry came over they told me Lily accidentally turned her puppy green. So I’m going to make those ants over there purple. On purpose.” Reminded of her goal Ruth quickly ate her lunch while Father stayed quiet and she rushed back to work. She only had a couple more days until Lily was coming over and she wanted everything to be perfect.

            Barely any time had passed before Father was telling her it was time to go back inside to finish her reading. When Ruth asked politely she was allowed to follow downstairs to her comfy chair in the corner where she could watch Father make potions for people.

            This was a special privilege that Daddy didn’t even get to do all of the time so Ruth was very careful with her reading before shutting her book and watching Father. It was still fun to go to work with Daddy but Father got to make things explode or turn different colors. Of course Ruth still loved animals best and sometimes wanted to join Uncle Charlie with the dragons except that would be too far away so she and Roxanne had decided they would run their own dragon reserve in England.

            Thoughts wandering Ruth still kept a close eye on her father as he carefully pulled a small cauldron from one of the higher shelves along with several jars and bottles. With great care Severus choose several other tools for potions making. Catching on to what her father was doing Ruth watched with dread until Severus motioned for her to come closer.

            “Do I have to?” Ruth had inherited none of Severus’ talent for potions making and no matter how often she practiced nothing ever went right. Beakers cracked, bowls spilled, care and precision didn’t matter because she always ended up with the same grey sludge anyways.

            It was a miserable experience for both of them but that didn’t stop Severus from insisting that Ruth join him at his work station. “Start by crushing the foxglove.”

            “I know what to do!” Ruth snapped Surprisingly Severus didn’t say a thing even as Ruth realized how unacceptable her tone had been. As always he stood on the other side of the table watching as she struggled through the steps of a basic stomach settling potion.

            Ruth knew from the start she would do her very best and she remembered Grandma always telling her that being the most important thing. They never told her but Ruth knew her parents disagreed. So that meant Ruth needed to do her best and succeed.

            And she could, Ruth was the best at maths, reading and history, even her teacher had to admit she had a head start on the Hogwarts curriculum. That wasn’t it either, Ruth practiced with the calligraphy set she had been given constantly.

            She couldn’t ride a broom but that was alright, she would be too busy with gobstones to waste away on sports. Nothing interesting happened to her either but she didn’t mind after Uncle Harry and Aunt Ginny had to replace the faucet in the bathroom after Albus blew it up. All Ruth needed was potions. It didn’t make sense; she followed all of the steps perfectly so she has to get perfect results.

            With extra focus Ruth held the newt extract over her cauldron while stirring clockwise. Two drops exactly and wait exactly twenty seconds. Then it would turn a light gray. Ruth held her breath as she started counting five, six, seven…

            “Go upstairs and say hello to your father.” One look from Severus stopped Ruth from insisting on waiting for the results and she scurried upstairs. Carefully shutting the door she found Daddy by the front door hanging his cloak carefully.

            Next it’s the stack of papers that go on the table and Daddy turns to her with a smile and hug. “Hello dear, its curry for dinner tonight.”

Ruth grabbed his hand before Percy could turn off into the kitchen. “I made another potion Daddy. Except Father wouldn’t let me see how it turned out.”

“Oh? Is he still downstairs?”

“Yes Daddy.”

Percy handed her a bag and headed towards the lab. “Why don’t you put this away while I get him then?”

“Yes Daddy.” Ruth went into the kitchen and did as she was told then waited patiently. After several minutes sitting at the table she looked around the spotless kitchen for something to clean before giving up and heading down the hallway.

Without hesitance she knocked several times before announcing, “Daddy, Father, I’m hungry.” She knocked twice more before Daddy opened the door and quickly picked her up to her surprise. Peering over Daddy’s shoulder Ruth saw Father with a tightlipped smile.

Daddy is the one to speak as the three of them head for the living room. “Then why don’t you go to your grandparent’s house? Everything will be ready and you can be eating in a few minutes.”

“What about you and Father?”

Percy didn’t answer as he set her down near the fireplace and sat down at the table to begin writing a note. Instead Severus spoke up while rummaging for some flu powder. “We are going to talk about mundane, adult things that a little girl wouldn’t be interested in.”

Ruth looked between her parents and frowned. “But I’m not a little girl I’m your little girl.”

Percy stood up next to his husband and spoke to Ruth, “We know that, which is why you’re the best.” Severus handed her a pinch of flu powder while Percy kneeled in front of her to put the note in her pocket. “Now be good alright?”

“Alright,” Ruth was still suspicious as she stood in the fireplace up until she was flying by and realized it. It was almost time for her to go to Hogwarts with all of her cousins and friends, and her parents had to plan for that.

Whipped Butter

Percy sat at the kitchen table staring at the tub of butter he had helped make that morning as the rest of his family stood around him arguing. It was odd really because they all seemed to agree with each other and Percy already knew they needed to save the best of their reasoning for when he disagreed.

Oh that would be messy, tears from his mother and Ginny included. Fred, George and Ron would most likely refuse to speak to him except insults while his older brothers and father would try and fail to understand.

Was it really that complicated? Percy had been born on a farm but he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life in the countryside. Marcus, no matter how crude and socially inept provided that opportunity. A servant of the Flint family had just left minutes ago after explaining the offer: Percy would accompany the Flint heir to a prestigious academy in the capital and in return it would be his job to keep Marcus ‘entertained’ and away from houses of ill-repute that could cause a scandal or worse, such as an unmentionable disease or child.

Fine, Percy didn’t feel entirely comfortable with it but it was his only chance for a real education and it wasn’t an uncommon arrangement. He could see that it was going to be another dry year and even with everyone working they were going to go hungry. One less mouth to feed and with Percy’s physique they weren’t exactly losing anything in labor.

Right now it wasn’t looking like the rest of the Weasley family shared his view. In a rare show of rage Arthur Weasley was banging on the table as he yelled for everyone’s attention. When all was silent he spoke at a more reasonable volume. “I have never,” THUMP, “Been so insulted,” THUMP, “In my life!” By then the table was creaking from the impact.

From behind Percy, Ginny’s unusually quiet voice spoke up. “Are you ok Percy? What do you think of all this?”

Percy looked up from the floor to meet the eyes of his family. “I think, if father keeps that up with the table we’re going to be cleaning this week’s butter off the floor.” Now it was time to get the hard part out of the way before someone stormed Flint manor with a torch. “Also I’m going.”

Later that night, after Percy had locked himself in his room and kept his mind off the sobs of various family members with careful weighing of benefits he couldn’t help but feel that Ron grabbing the butter dish and throwing it against the wall had been a little over the top. He would make them see after he had left that it was all for the best. Someday they would admire him for the sacrifices he made to better the Weasley name. Until then he would have to be content on his own.

Moonglow

“I will ruin you.”

Most men would have withered under the intense glare of Lucius, especially given the resemblance he bore to a king lying against the headboard of his appropriately elegant bed. Percy was tempted to as well, even as he stood back against the window across the room a part of him wanted to crawl next to his lover, kneel between his feet and beg for forgiveness.

It was terrifying how much power the man had over him. Of course Percy knew Lucius was a driven man prone to possessiveness but he never expected to fear the person he was in a relationship with. But he did, which gave him all the motivation to look Lucius in the eyes and speak. “I know.”

If Lucius was surprised by Percy’s tenacity he hid it well behind his contempt. “I will never forgive you or cease to make you regret this.”

Even as Percy realized the threats being told to him by someone he loved were very true he couldn’t help feeling a weight that had long ago settled in the pit of his stomach move to the more comfortable place across his shoulders. Doors shut in his face despite his outstanding performance and abilities? Whispers and rumors where ever he went? It would be just like old times.

The nostalgia for his younger more innocent days actually allowed Percy to manage to tense smile. “I’m still leaving you Lucius. I can’t do this anymore.”

Percy waited patiently, seeing flashes of confusion and even sadness. Not for the first time he felt sorry that Lucius never allowed himself to be anything he perceived as weak. Yet he couldn’t lie to himself any longer and deny that more than a small amount of cruelness was a part of Lucius, one he couldn’t bend to anymore without breaking completely.

The tenseness in the air spiked when Lucius suddenly and quickly left the bed to stand by Percy next to the open window looking out the moonlit garden. There was an unfamiliar tenderness that kept Percy from running when Lucius reached for him, wrapping him in his arms completely.

It was deception Percy reminded himself, pure and simple deception, even as he leaned into the embrace and allowed Lucius to put their foreheads together. “I am willing to forget this Percy. Come back to bed now.”

This was it; Percy could see how easy Lucius was making this and ached to obey him. Cold words and minds games in exchange a warm bed and the occasional tenderness, an indulgence in Lucius’ eyes. He had endured for so long would it be that difficult to keep going?

Now it was Lucius’ turn to wait as Percy rethought his actions. Eventually Percy pulled away from his grip and took several steps back towards the door.

“I love you Lucius.” With that said Percy left, not doubting for a moment that Lucius would follow through with all of his threats. He may be forced from his job eventually, find it difficult to find a place to live. But at least he knew his actions had an impact on Lucius, that after so many years his leaving could hurt the older man.

Perhaps that would be comforting someday. Or fuel his regret, either way it would take time that Percy couldn’t spend trapped in something toxic.

Agave

Percy huffed in annoyance when another flurry of wet leaves decided to attack his book, forcing him to once again pick them out of his way while silently complaining about the wind. It was all Oliver’s fault of course. Percy knew this was no weather for going outside but Oliver had insisted that the summer was slipping away from them after their return from Italy. Of course Percy had pointed out that this was September in England, summer had long passed. Somehow he still ended up outside, miserable and just trying to stay mostly dry under a tree with his book while Oliver ran around like a madman.

Speaking of Oliver had popped up behind Percy to wrap his arms around him just as Percy was settling back into his book. “Do you know what Agave is?”

“The daughter of Cadmus and Harmonia.”

Percy could feel the confused blink behind him. “Who?”

“Also an Amazon and one of the Danaids.” Answer given Percy assumed he could safely ignore Oliver and return to his book.

Unfortunately Oliver wasn’t satisfied with that information and felt the need to sit in a more comfortable position with Percy in his lap before offering his answer. “It’s a type of plant, well, a bunch of plants. And they all grow in the desert somewhere in North America.”

Giving up on his book Percy leaned back and decided to humor his boyfriend. “That’s nice Oliver.” No it wasn’t because Percy knew where this was going.

True to Percy’s knowledge Oliver was soon crawling in front of him with an eager look in his eyes, “I bet it’s really warm there to.”

“We don’t have time Oliver.” That was more than true, with less than a week until their last year of school and Percy’s mind was already craving the structure. Not to mention other things keeping him home, “My parents are already mad enough over Italy. We should have told them we’re dating.”

Far from sorry over their deception Oliver just shrugged and sprawled out on the grass in front of Percy. “They never would have let you spend the summer living in sin. And you deserve it for not telling them when we started dating last year.”

Percy caught the slight hurt in Oliver’s voice but he still felt completely justified in his decision. “After what Bill went through? It’s no wonder Charlie, Fred and George are single.”

This bit of information took Oliver’s mind off desert plants. “I think Charlie’s straight up asexual love, and what do you mean Fred and George? I’ve seen them in Hogsmeade with Lee and-”

“No. Stop speaking now Oliver or I will be obligated to care about my siblings’ love lives; which is something I’m just not willing to do at this point in my life. Not with N.E.W.T.S this year. Then I have my career in the Ministry, and hopefully a long, agonizing death before I have to care about whose dating who.”

Oliver nodded in agreement then got a dreamy look on his face. “You forgot marrying a world famous quidditch star and having lots of kids.”

Somehow the two had gotten to the point where Percy was pulled down to lay half on top of Oliver. Percy sighed in contentment before making some shifts in his outline for life, “You have got to be the only teenage boy that doesn’t wake up in a cold sweat at the thought of babies.”

“Only because I’ll be really far away when Snape learns he has to teach a Weasley and Wood all in one.” That was an appealing thought, Percy could never disrespect a teacher but he could resent horrible treatment based on his name and house.

Book completely forgotten Percy gently set it aside and wrapped an arm around Oliver, “N.E.W.T.S first, have you even thought about a study schedule? You’re going to need a plan for after quidditch you know.”

“Ugh. What about the agave?”

“Study and I’ll get you a cactus for Christmas.”

Author’s Notes:

So, I have a free pass on August, I was moving, then fall quarter started and I became the Spanish language’s bitch and…I kinda suck. I’m sorry. This chapter is also shorter than the last few but I think this is about the length most of the next chapters are going to be which should mean more updates.

Afternoon Glow: This was somewhat hard, definitely the last drabble in the series coming back to bite me in the ass because I don’t believe a serious topic such as rape should just be brushed off. That said I do appreciate the challenge and can’t wait to write more.

Tea and Honey: Incest. Didn’t think I would go there but what the heck, so long as it’s written well enough I will and have read just about every pairing. I only hope I did alright with Charlie, I remember so little of him I pretty much had to wing it writing him.

Ruth’s Best: O.o This entire drabble just feels bizarre to me. And incase its not clear Ruth is a squib. Not sure about any sequels…

Whipped Butter: Every time The Twin draws a paint sample and I think “Damn it, I’m going to write something with Marcus and it will be CHEERFULL! Then I get done and contemplate my failure. Why? Is it some sort of compulsion?

Moonglow: Quite possible my favorite for this chapter. Lucius was quite fascinating to write, and I’m proud of how Percy turned out.

Agave: This one ran away from me, just like everything with Oliver does.

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