Don\'t You?

A/N: Thank you MissM for the wonderful beta!
Disclaimer: I don\'t own the characters. If you didn\'t know, they are from the Harry Potter Universe, authored by Miss Rowling. I don\'t get paid a dime.

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Don’t You?


“Pardon me,” Percy called out as his fellow prefects began to recess out of the small classroom. “A word if I might?” The annoyed looks of the Head Boy and Girl were lost on him as he made his way to the front of the classroom, pushing against the flow of his peers as they retreated to their houses. “Yes, I wanted to bring to your attention…”


As Percy prattled on about the increasing disregard for the rules with each new class of students, the Head Boy and Girl continued packing up their belongings, paying no attention to the facts as he presented them. It was a Friday night and bothersome enough that this was the only time that they could ensure all prefects were available, but to discuss the harmless trysts and kitchen raids of the student body with one as unyielding to protocol as Percy Weasley was positively maddening.


The Head Girl finished packing her belongings, nodding as if interested in his case, waiting patiently as she ignored the glares that her counterpart sent her. When her opening arose, she smiled and nodded thoughtfully before speaking. “Excellent points, Percy. Alas, I think that your next course of action would be to schedule a meeting with Professor McGonagall. Faculty involvement is a must,” she nodded thoughtfully as the Head Boy took her elbow and pulled her out of the room.


“Faculty involvement?” Percy questioned incredulously as he lifted the parchment outlining the modified patrol routes. The goal: to increase the prefects’ efficacy in catching miscreants seeking to test their authority. “Faculty has never shown concern as to which hallways prefects monitor,” Percy thought in confusion as he reluctantly placed the scroll back in his satchel, careful to place it in a manner such that it would not get creased.


As he shouldered his belongings and turned to the door to make his way back to Gryffindor Tower – ‘Perhaps I’ll stop in to see Professor McGonagall first –’ Percy stopped short as he observed the witch standing in the doorway.


Clearing his throat, Percy straightened his stance before nodding, “Miss Clearwater,” he said in acknowledgment with a curt nod. “I wasn’t aware that anyone remained behind.” As he continued towards the door Percy slowed, as the curly haired witch did not move her position. “I’m sorry, is there something that I can help you with?” he asked, his voice impatient. It was getting quite late and if he hoped to see his Head of House he should certainly do so before it was too late for even a Gryffindor prefect to be out.


Penelope lowered her eyes slightly, unclasping her hands from their place in the small of her back. Stepping towards Percy, she pulled the door shut behind her. “Your observations were quite astute,” she commented softly before raising her eyes to his, “and your presentation flawless.”


Percy felt his cheeks redden even as his mother’s voice rang out in his ears. “Oh honestly; do show some modesty, Percy. Smugness does not become you!”


Adjusting the strap to his satchel, Percy’s efforts to contain a look of satisfaction were aided when Penelope amended her previous statement, “…if not your timing.”


The dark haired witch fingered her curls before bringing them in front of her mouth and giggling. His ire rising, Percy replied indignantly, “I hardly see what is amusing you.” The sharp tone of his voice had little effect on the witch aside from bidding her laughter to ring free, her hand falling from her face as her blue eyes sparkled. Irritated, Percy moved to shoulder past the witch, stopping short as he stood beside her. “I must say I’m surprised. I’d always thought, Miss Clearwater, that you took some pride in your duties. As it is close to curfew I am going to return to my house.” Turning his head and lowering his voice, Percy did his best not to spit the last words out at the Ravenclaw Prefect. “I would suggest that you do the same.”


As Percy’s hand landed on the door, another found his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” Penelope apologized, persistent laughter still evident in her voice even as she pulled him back to her. “I meant what I said, your presentation was brilliant. It’s just… Don’t you ever…”


Turning, Percy’s hand found Penelope’s, removing it from his shoulder. He’d been annoyed enough by the cavalier attitude of his fellow prefects, the lukewarm reception his proposal had received, and now, the duality of Penelope’s praise. “Don’t I ever, what?” he bit out, struggling to maintain his temper. If he’d learned one thing from his interaction with his siblings, it was that he had no desire to run off half-cocked, speaking without thinking. Fools, that’s what they ended up being half of the time.


Penelope’s hand floated in the air, as if trying to defy the pull of gravity as her head cocked to the side, curiously. “Don’t you ever…” she asked again, the words trailing off as her arm began to float again, pulling her up on her toes as she leaned in towards him. When her hand alighted on his cheek, soft and hesitant, their lips met; unmoving and painfully still as they just rested against one another.


Her lips on his were like a stunner to Percy. His thoughts were racing throughout his mind, yet the processing center was unable to contain a single one and he was rendered helpless, caught as if a fish on a hook by the witch’s lips. After a few moments more, Penelope’s lips flexed against his, the movement jarring Percy as she fell back to her heels. “Don’t you ever… do that?” she finished, her eyes glazed and wet as she looked up into his dazed stare.


And that marked the first moment that Percy was left without words. In retrospect, he was certain that his loss of a speech was a blessing in disguise as at that moment he was unable to form a coherent thought. And had he spoken without thinking, well Miss Clearwater most certainly would have left running as opposed to…


As Penelope watched Percy, his eyes dazed as his lips stayed unmoving, suspended in air where she’d left them, she realized that an answer was not needed. Percy Weasley most certainly did not do that.


“Quite a shame,” she said softly as she stepped in closer to him, one delicate hand finding the small of his back as the other rose to trace a finger along his lips. “It was quite nice. Doing that with you,” she amended before laying her head on his chest.


Standing there, Penelope smiled as she felt the drum of Percy’s heartbeat reverberating throughout his chest. How many times had she considered doing this? Being next to the wizard who took so much pride in his responsibilities, never settling for anything less than perfection. And yet, even as she lifted her chin, her lips seeking to plant a kiss on his jaw, she couldn’t help but wonder, “Will he take less than perfection, in my case?”


When Percy did not flinch from her kiss, Penelope pulled his arms up behind her, relishing in his embrace as she continued to plant kisses along his jaw. She could not help but smile as his head moved of its own volition, granting her access to the sensitive flesh of his throat.


“So brilliant,” she whispered as she dragged her lips along his flesh. “So perfect, so beautiful,” her murmurs soft as her hand tentatively moved up to stroke his chest. Pleased as she felt the beginnings of his arousal against her midsection. “You should definitely do that,” she breathed, reaching up to cup the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to hers.


And when Percy lowered his lips onto hers, any remnants of control that he’d held were gone. Penelope’s scent, light and floral, would have been enough to crack his resolve. But the added stimulation of her in his arms, small, delicate and soft as her curves molded into him was maddening as they pulled at one another seeking to seal the seam that separated them.


“More,” she breathed as their lips separated, both panting momentarily to get their breath before their lips met again, this time all uncertainty gone. There was no tongue bidding entrance to the other’s mouth, as they were both completely open, their tongues slowly sliding against one another in an effort to find the rhythm most stimulating to the other.


At what point he could not say, but as he was lost in a mix of groans and kisses, Penelope’s hands caressing his face delicately, Percy found the strap of his satchel being lifted and slid down his arm to drop to the floor. A flash of reason lingered in his mind long enough for him to pull away, but Penelope’s hand reaching down to brush against his erection quickly banished the bothersome thought.


She nipped at his lip lightly before pulling away from him. Holding her gaze upon him, Penelope’s hand returned to the front of his trousers, this time lingering to lightly squeeze his arousal. No words passed between them; rather Percy stood there looking quite simple, he imagined, his mouth parted as he strained to keep his breathing regular.


The smile that ghosted against Penelope’s lips was both the most beautiful and terrifying thing he’d ever seen in his life. Behind that smile were promises of pleasure, satisfaction, and release; gifts that in no way were considered appropriate for a Gryffindor prefect. But just as he found the resolve to lower his hands to Penelope’s shoulders, her hand made its way inside of his robes, finding the fastenings to his trousers.


“Haven’t you ever wondered why our prefects meetings end so hurriedly?” Penelope asked as Percy sharply inhaled, her delicate fingers opening his trousers. Her words washed over the pounding in his head like the descant to a melody, the meaning behind them lost even as her hand slipped inside; the heat from her hand more pronounced as she touched him through his shorts.


“Not everything is meant to be thought out,” she murmured as she found the opening in his fly, using her other hand to grab his, raising it to her fingers and whispering, “some things are to be felt.” Lowering his hand to her breast, Penelope again pulled his lips to hers, allowing her weight to sink down to the dusty floor beneath them and pulling him with her.


As their knees met the cold stone, Penelope lifted Percy’s chin to hers when it fell to observe the cold floor. “Don’t think,” she murmured, leaning into him again as her hand dipped down further to cup the sac between his legs. Percy’s hand squeezed awkwardly at her flesh, as she extended her neck, pulling his lips to her throat. “Mmm, yes.” Her hiss of approval lingered in the air as Percy’s lips and teeth nibbled along the delicate flesh, his own grunts of approval blowing hot as his hips thrust into her hand.


Smiling again, this time her lower lip tucked between her teeth, Penelope pulled away. Percy’s back arched as he sought to maintain the contact of her hand against his erection, a groan escaping as her hand freed itself of his garments, moving instead to her collar. “Trust me?” she asked as she sat back on her heels, her fingers slowly working the fastenings at her collar as they worked their way down until her robes hung open to her waist.


Penelope’s cheeks flushed as she slid her arms out of the robe, her hand rising again to her collar to loosen her tie. As she slowly slid the slim tail out of the knot, Percy’s hand rose, his voice hoarse as he spoke, “Leave it.” Penelope’s eyes danced as she nodded, moving to work the small clear buttons to her cotton blouse.


When the satin bow on her simple white bra became visible, Percy shuffled his knees, moving forward to place his hands over hers. Raising them to his lips, he lowered them to her side, cocking his head and looking at her pointedly as her hands stilled, acknowledging his silent request.


As his eyes wandered down again from hers, to the expanse of flesh exposed beneath the blue and bronze tie, Percy swallowed, raising his hands to either side of her face. Slowly, he allowed them to slide down, his fingers parting the fabric as he came to the remaining buttons. Looking into her eyes for permission his fingers nervously moved to finish the job that she had started.


Standing, Penelope stepped out of the robe, smiling, as she watched Percy hold the fabric absently as she lifted a leg to step out of it before leaning over beside him. “My wand please?” she asked with a grin. “I’d hate to be interrupted.” Percy’s eyes were affixed to her bare calves before her giggles registered.


Looking down nervously, he raised the robes in his hand, fishing to find the wand in an inner pocket before handing it to her. Percy’s breath hitched as his eyes followed swaying hips, Penelope casting a locking and silencing spell on the room before returning to him. “Care to join me?” she asked, sinking down to her knees at his side, her hands finding the fastenings to his robes as she leaned back to the floor, pulling him with her as he shrugged out of the robe.


She looked so beautiful beneath him and Percy’s faculties had long deserted him. Unable to think of anything beyond feeling the warmth of her skin against his, he sat up, quickly stripping himself of his shirt and trousers, until only his shorts remained. Percy nodded timidly as Penelope smiled up at him. \"I\'ll take that as a yes,\" she whispered as he leaned over to kiss her once more. The sharp stone beneath his elbow was uncomfortable as he held himself above her, his fingers idly toying with the curls that radiated out from her head.


And then her arms were around his shoulders, pulling his body to settle atop hers, her knees spreading for his hips as the uniform skirt rose up around her thighs. “Too heavy,” he protested, moving to lift his weight again only to be stopped by her lips reaching up to capture his again.


And then Percy was lost. In a pool of sweet kisses and throaty moans Percy swam; Penelope’s hands running along his back insistently raising gooseflesh, until the scratch of her fingernails made him arch, his pelvis pressing into hers. “Mmmm, Percy,” she groaned, her neck straining as her lips sought an erect nipple, her teeth adding the faintest of pressure before the flat of her tongue laved the small knot. “That’s it,” she whispered, Percy’s hips mindlessly flexing against her own as she blew, her air cold against the wet bud, before moving to shift her weight from beneath him.


As Percy’s back met the cool floor, Penelope’s leg swung to straddle his hips, her hands rising to open the clasp between her breasts. With a sly grin, Penelope cupped each mound before pulling the white fabric baring herself to him. She slid the straps slowly off of her shoulders, arching her back enticingly. “Touch me,” she whispered as her hips started rotating against his, the heat of her center beckoning him to thrust upwards intermittently.


Percy’s hands rose, the pads and length of his finger’s resting on the sides of her flesh as his thumbs tentatively moved to brush across the top of her nipples. The light touch solicited a hiss of approval encouraging his movements. One arm moved to encircle her waist, pulling her down flush against him as he lifted his head, kissing the tops of her breasts, his hips moving more determinedly against her core.


His mind screamed out, wanting to feel the slick heat that he knew was waiting for him, even while his mouth denied him voice. When he felt the tips of her fingers tickling his side as they slipped beneath his shorts, his head fell back, hitting hard against the stone floor as he anxiously thrust upwards.


“Anxious,” Penelope chuckled as she slid down his legs, dragging his shorts with her. Her fingers rolled down the elastic of his grey trouser socks as she stifled a giggle, shushing him as he voiced protest. Sitting back on her heels, Penelope allowed her eyes to wander across Percy’s nakedness before nodding her approval. “Quite brilliant,” she breathed before placing her hands on her thighs. Sliding the fabric up, Penelope rose off of her heels and moved her thumbs to hook into the waistband of her knickers at her hips.


Percy moved to sit up, but Penelope’s pointed look quieted his motions as she lifted first one knee and then the other to slide the scrap from her legs. She bit her lip nervously, and though the question floated through her mind, she couldn’t bring herself to ask for Percy’s approval. Instead, she again lowered her center to Percy’s, their groans ringing out in unison at the feeling of flesh on flesh.


“Gods, Penelope,” he breathed as his body stiffened, his hips again rising against her. “You’re… so…” but his thoughts were lost as Penelope’s hands moved between them, her hips lifting as her hand took hold of his erection. “Gods.” Was the hiss of approval as Penelope’s hips flexed back, moving his tip slowly against her entrance.


Percy’s neck was arched, his eyes closed as he held his breath, waiting for the warmth that was promised to engulf him. He groaned as she again slid his aching member along her wetness, his hands reaching up blindly to wind the length of her tie as he pulled her lips to his. As Penelope’s hands reached up to thread in his hair, Percy’s hips thrust upward burying themselves in her warmth, stilling as her neck snapped back and a cry escaped her lips.


“Pen…” he started, his eyes flashing his concern as he looked up at her, a tear sliding down her cheek. “Oh gods, I’m sorry,” he started apologizing in horror as he tried to move from beneath the witch. “I didn’t mean… got carried away…”


As the momentary pain dissipated throughout her limbs, Penelope looked back down at Percy before lowering her lips to his softly. Shushing him with her kiss, she rolled her hips experimentally, a burst of feeling jumping from deep within her as his lips moved carefully against hers.


“All right?” Percy questioned, his hands brushing back her hair as her hips rocked slowly against his. Penelope’s smile was timid as her hands steadied themselves on his chest, a flush creeping across her chest as one hand fell from her hair to cup her cheek. “So perfect,” Percy murmured as his other hand sought out the swell of her breast.


Penelope allowed her tears to fall freely as Percy’s hand caught each one, wiping the salty dew from her face as they gently rocked into each other. Neither the perfection of their academics or prefect duties could compare to the beauty they now shared. And though the tears fell from her eyes, the emotion flowed between them both.


His excitement mounting, Percy flipped Penelope over, granting his hips the range of movement they desired as his thrusts quickened. “So beautiful, so perfect,” he murmured breathlessly as he continually planted kisses on her face, the feel of her hands gripping his buttocks to pull him into her only heightening his pleasure. “Oh gods,” Percy groaned, the tightening at the bottom of his scrotum telling of his impending release, his hips unable to still in an effort to guarantee his witch’s pleasure.


As Penelope held him tight against her, Percy’s hips jerked sporadically, seeking that final stroke that would spend his release, her words finally bidding his undoing. “Let go. Come undone for me,” Penelope breathed as her fingers dug into the flesh of his bum, a bead of sweat splashing from his nose to her cheek as his back arched, his seed filling her as a hoarse cry escaped his throat.


Percy’s body collapsed against hers as he expended the last of his energy within Penelope’s body. Making no effort to dislodge him, Penelope smoothed back the damp strands of his hair as Percy slid down her body, nestling his head on her chest. Raising a hand he lightly stroked a damp breast. “I’m sorry that I…” he started, the words catching in his throat as her fingers fell to the curls at the nape of his neck.


They lay there in silence, simply breathing and stroking each other lightly until the coolness of the floor and room overcame them. Standing, Percy looked down upon Penelope splayed on the floor, her dark curls circling her head like a halo before reaching down to help her up. “I really am sorry,” Percy repeated, as he pulled her close for a kiss. “I hope that I was not too much of a disappointment,” he said softly, his forehead resting against hers.


Penelope’s hand rose to cup the side of his face before pulling him down for a chaste kiss. “You were brilliant, Percy,” she smiled, her eyes dancing as she looked into his. “Though, mere brilliance won’t be tolerated next time,” she added with a grin as she bent down to retrieve her blouse. “I believe perfection is your personal measuring stick,” Penelope asked quirking an eyebrow as she shrugged on the white cotton, her fingers fastening the buttons lazily.


Percy chuckled, his eyes shining uncharacteristically as an uninhibited smile crossed his lips. “Perfection,” he mumbled as he began to dress, pulling Penelope to his lips once again for a leisurely kiss when she laughed as he stumbled trying to pull on a sock. “Well, even my brothers have had occasion to call me ‘Perfect Percy’,” he chuckled as he released her, fastening his trousers and pulling his robe on. “Though, I do believe that you and I are both out after curfew,” he said arching an eyebrow.


“So we are,” Penelope nodded as she moved to gather her belongings. “Though I believe imparting on you the significance of timing in making such a brilliant presentation falls well within our duties as prefects. I’m sure that our Heads of House would agree that our transgressions are negligible,” she said with a grin.


“If I didn’t know better, I would question whether my brothers put you up to this,” Percy countered, leaning over to pick up his satchel. “They would be quite pleased to find me out after curfew engaged in a tryst.” Penelope’s questioning of their meeting being considered a tryst was lost as Percy gasped in horror. The presentation he’d spent all week pulling together was horribly creased where he or Penelope had rolled over the fabric in their passion.


As he pulled out the parchment, Penelope walked over slowly, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “Don’t worry Percy. We have plenty of time to draft another copy before making your presentation.”


“But, I was going to see Professor McGonagall first thing,” Percy protested, spinning to look at Penelope in disbelief. How she could be so relaxed about the situation was beyond him.


Penelope laughed, as she took the parchment from him and tucked it in her bag. “See McGonagall about patrol routes,” she questioned. “Don’t be silly. We will present your ideas to the Head Boy and Girl next Friday. There’s no reason to bother a professor.”


“Right,” Percy nodded absently. He wasn’t sure why Penelope thought that next week would be any better than this, but after tonight, he was willing to trust her judgment; for the time. “So next Friday after the prefects meeting…”


Percy was cut off by a whoop of laughter. “Honestly, Percy. You are impossible, next Friday before the prefects meeting. Everyone will be otherwise obligated afterwards. Most students have plans for Friday evening,” she said with a smile as she walked towards the door and opened it. Turning with a smile, Penelope cocked her head and asked, “don’t you?” before making her way towards Ravenclaw.