- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- The Dark Arts
- Ships:
- Harry Potter/Percy Weasley
- Characters:
- Harry Potter Percy Weasley
- Genres:
- Drama Slash
- Era:
- Harry and Classmates Post-Hogwarts
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix Quidditch Through the Ages Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
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Published: 04/23/2005Updated: 04/23/2005Words: 13,275Chapters: 1Hits: 750
- Posted:
- 04/23/2005
- Hits:
- 750
- Author's Note:
- Thanks to my great and incredibly fast beta rubykate! Written for cave_canum.
"Percy? Percy Weasley?"
Only with a maximum of effort did Percy suppress his groan. He had really
thought at least in the Muggle world he would be safe. Something which was
getting less and less possible in his world.
Then he noticed that his name hadn't been spoken with the usual disdain and
aggressiveness, but rather with curiosity. He turned around.
Squinting at the figure in front of him - he couldn't have had that much to
drink already, could he? - he finally focused his eyes. The man before him was
perhaps in his middle twenties, black hair and green eyes that reminded him of
something, but at the moment his mind was too fuzzy to properly think about it.
The stranger lifted his fringe off his forehead and suddenly Percy remembered
where he had seen those eyes before. They belonged to Ron's best friend, Harry Potter.
Well, former best friend. He vaguely remembered that for some reason Potter had
broken off all contact with his family - actually the whole Wizarding world now
that he thought about it - and hadn't been talked about again by his family.
He had been too busy with something or other at that time to really notice.
He sighed thinking about what a debacle his life had become since then and
didn't even realise he hadn't said anything to Potter yet.
His depressing thoughts were only
interrupted when Potter slid into the chair next to him and looked like he was
about to make himself comfortable. Percy tried to decipher the expression in
his face, but Potter just wouldn't keep still, so he gave up. With unfocused
eyes he looked around, trying to find the barkeeper and order another drink,
but he couldn't find him in the low light. He frowned in confusion. Shouldn't
the barkeeper always be available?
Then a voice from beside him interrupted him once again. "So, what are you
doing in Muggle London, Percy?" He turned around once again, still trying
to find somebody to bring him more to drink and didn't really notice when he
answered the question.
"Gettin' drunk." Stupid question. At least his speech was still
working properly. But what was wrong with his eyes? Perhaps all this smoke in
the pub had affected them? He distractedly waved a hand in front of his face to
see better, but it didn't work. The barkeeper was still gone.
A touch on his arm startled him and he turned to Potter again. "Wha'
now?" He really had to find something to drink. Perhaps Potter could show
him where the barkeeper was?
"Are you okay, Percy? You look kind of panicky." Was that concern he
heard in that voice? No, that couldn't be, nobody ever was concerned about him.
He frowned in confusion. What had he been looking for again?
Oh, yes. "D'you know where the barkeeper is?" He could vaguely make
out Potter's eyes assessing him, but didn't pay him any mind. Probably didn't
know where the barkeeper was either. He looked around again. He was going to
have to complain to the manager about the miserable service around here.
"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" He looked at his
neighbour again. What was he still doing here? Then he realised that this man
wanted to keep him from drinking. He slowly shook his head.
"'M perf'ctly alright." He waved his hand in front of his face again.
The smoke in here was getting worse. Maybe he should go outside and look for a
different pub. Yes, that was a good idea.
Leaning heavily on the table he stood up, and then almost sat down again when
he realised he had landed in some kind of amusement park. Those idiots wouldn't
stop turning the room. He looked at the man next to him; where did he know him
from? - made one last attempt at getting something to drink
"Barkeeper!" - and promptly passed out.
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The next morning Percy woke up in a strange flat, in a strange bed and with a
hangover the size of Britain. Fortunately, the curtains were shut, so the sun
couldn't torture him, but it also gave him no clue as to where he was.
Then his brain caught up with him a bit more, and told him that the smell of
fresh coffee must have woken him. He took a long look around the room he was
in, discovering his glasses on the bedside table. He put them on and now he
could make out other objects on the bedside table. He blinked and then blinked
again.
There stood a strange contraption that could only be a clock, albeit a very
strange one, together with a glass of water and a small bottle.
His brain was finally fully awake, even though the pounding in his head still
distracted him and he remembered from his Muggle Studies class that Aspirin was
some kind of dehydrated headache potion.
Grateful to whoever had put that substance there, he took the cap off the
bottle and swallowed one of the white things.
When his head had somewhat cleared up, he turned his brainpower towards
figuring out where he was. He didn't think that he had just gone home with
somebody, and besides - he threw a sharp glance at the space beside him - it
didn't look as if anybody else had slept in the bed.
The room itself also gave no clue as to who lived here. There were no photos on
the wall and the yellow walls were so common that it didn't even give an idea
about the taste of the owner of the flat. The clothes that were thrown
throughout the room only indicated that the inhabitant was male and slim, but
that was it.
He would have to get up and find out. He sighed. This could be awkward if there
was something he was supposed to remember.
He got up slowly, minding his still hurting head. That was when he noticed he
wasn't wearing anything beside his boxers. He felt his body heating up at the
thought of what must have happened here last night. Then he discovered his
clothes neatly folded over a chair.
He swallowed. Surely, if he had had… sex with whoever lived here, they
wouldn't have folded his clothes, right?
He took another calming breath and quickly dressed in his trousers and shirt.
The smell of smoke and alcohol that emanated from his clothes told him at least
part of where he had been last night, as it did more and more mornings.
However, it still didn't explain everything else.
With a sick feeling in his stomach that had little to do with his consumption
of alcohol last night, Percy opened the bedroom door and stepped into a bright
hallway.
He was at the end of it. On his right side there was another door that probably
led to a bathroom. On the other end at the left side the hallway opened into an
open space and that was where Percy went.
The coffee smell was coming from there and Percy could also hear somebody
moving around.
He steeled himself for the embarrassment that was sure to come. He was sure
that his face was impassive when he entered into a similarly bright kitchen,
but this quickly changed when he saw who was standing there setting the table
with cups.
At first Percy thought he was still drunk. Harry Potter hadn't been seen by
anybody in the Wizarding world for years and at the Burrow nobody ever
mentioned him. Percy frowned. Now that he thought about it, that was a bit
strange.
Still, he cleared his throat and was surprised when Potter looked up and
smiled. It had been a long time since anybody had smiled at him. Disappointment
and anger on the other hand were very frequent expressions.
He tried to hide hid surprise by being polite, something he had always hidden
behind when he was unsure of his surroundings. "Good morning,
Potter."
Potter looked surprised at his words. Percy was still wondering why, when the
solution was given to him.
"You used to call me Harry."
Percy frowned again. Did he? Probably before the whole debacle with Fudge and
You Know Who and also before... he clamped down at that thought. There was no
use in getting upset about it now.
The situation had come out and he couldn't change it anymore. He was just going
to have to live with it.
He made an effort to relax his face and succeeded just in time to hear Harry
ask: "Do you want coffee or tea?"
His answer came automatically. "Coffee."
Harry added the black liquid to both their cups and motioned for Percy to sit
down. He was really quite hospitable considering Percy had just taken over his
bed for the night and considering the fact he was... well, Percy Weasley.
He sat down uncomfortably. No matter how nice Harry was being, he had better
not get used to it. That would only make it harder when he returned to his
life, or at least what used to be his life.
He made an effort to let go of these thoughts and instead surveyed the table.
It was covered in breakfast dishes, fortunately nothing that made his stomach
turn from queasy to nauseous. He watched as Harry poured some milk into a bowl
and then added some crunchy stuff that came from a box called Wheat Bix.
He noticed a plate and bowl in front of him as well and deducted that he was
invited to eat breakfast. However, he only took a dry toast and bit into it
lifelessly. It really wasn't his priority to eat. He wanted to find out what
had happened last night and then disappear as quickly as possible.
"So, Percy, did you sleep well?"
He nodded slightly, not sure what Harry was getting at. Was he making fun of
him? The answer came pretty quickly though.
Harry looked at him seriously. "Ah, I see you're still the silent
type." He nodded to himself. "You know I really never pictured you
for the kind of guy to get pissed in a Muggle pub."
He didn't let Percy even try to explain himself and instead just went on.
"But then you aren't exactly the type everybody thought you were,
right?" He put his spoon down and leaned forward. Involuntarily, Percy
moved back. He had an idea what this was about and it couldn't be good. What
was Harry playing at?
"You don't know why I left the Wizarding world, right?" Percy just
shook his head. He was wondering when the derision would come and already
steeled himself for it.
"I had the same problem you have."
Percy's head snapped up. There was somebody else like him? No, that couldn't
be. Harry had to be talking about something different. Just what?
He seemed to be reading his thoughts. "Yes. That problem."
Percy felt himself start to shake. How had he found out? Or rather what was he
going to do about it?
Again, Harry seemed to read his thoughts. If Percy had been in a proper state
of mind, he would probably have realised that his face was like an open book,
no sign of the impassiveness he had tried to achieve at the beginning of this
conversation.
"Leaving the Wizarding world, didn't mean I also left all my friends
behind. I still have contact with Hermione, Luna and Neville." His face
clouded over for a moment. "Unfortunately, Ron and your family didn't see
my... choice as acceptable."
Percy didn't bother to ask who those three people were. He vaguely remembered
two of them as being part of the group that had broken into the Ministry years
ago, something that he had had to work on afterwards. And Hermione Granger still
was a friend of Ron, even though he had seen more of her at the Ministry than
at home.
But what was Harry trying to tell him? Then for the first time, he replayed
everything Harry had just said. He had had the same problem as Percy had? But
how could that be possible?
Harry continued his monologue. "When I realised that I would never have a
chance in the Wizarding world, being the way I am, I decided that I would move
to the Muggle world. After all, I wasn't really missing anything... I had
already lost most of my friends and my NEWTs hadn't been good enough to start
working as an Auror anyway."
Percy still remembered. It had been the talk of the Ministry for days that the
great Harry Potter had only got two NEWTs, and that in Defence and Care of Magical
Creatures. Fudge had laughed about him for days.
"Percy, are you listening to me?"
Percy jerked out of his thoughts. He really had to do something about this
problem of his absent-mindedness. He reacted irritated. "Yes, I am.
However, I don't know why you're telling me all this."
Harry looked at him imploringly. "Because Hermione is worried about
you."
Hermione Granger was worried about him? She certainly didn't show it. But then
associating with somebody like him would decrease any chances she had in
climbing the ladder in the Ministry; it was hard enough with her being
Muggleborn and all.
"Yes, Hermione." Was Harry a mind reader? "Of course she heard
about your problem and she also noticed that you can't find a new job after you
were fired at the Ministry. And she also noticed that you spend a lot of your
time drinking yourself into oblivion in Muggle pubs."
Percy scowled. That was not what he had been doing, he had just... "I
don't drink myself into oblivion! I only... I..."
Harry had the gall to nod at him. "Drink yourself into oblivion,
exactly." He crossed his arms over his chest. "So, Hermione thought
it would be a good idea for you to try something different."
"Hermione thought? What has Hermione got to do with my life?"
Harry shrugged. "Nothing really. But you know her. She always makes other
people's life her business."
"So what does Hermione think I should do?"
Harry grinned. "Good, that you already give up. Wouldn't stand a chance
against her anyway." Percy wondered if he hadn't noticed the sarcasm in
his voice, but he probably only hadn't reacted to it. "So, Hermione
thought you should consider moving into the Muggle world."
Percy gaped. He should do what? He couldn't move into the Muggle world! He had
lived as a wizard his whole life - he couldn't just change that. True, at the
moment he was having a few problems, but he couldn't just throw everything
away. That was his life they were talking about! He had responsibilities. There
had to be a reason that he had been the best student of his year!
"I can't do that!"
"Well, of course not right away. You could test it for a while."
Percy lifted his eyebrows. "Test it?"
"Yes. My sofa can be used as a bed and then I could introduce you to
Muggle life. You did take Muggle Studies at school, right?"
Percy nodded. This idea was insane.
"See? So it won't be too difficult. Once you get used to it you can see
about getting a schooling license from the Ministry and then finish your Muggle
education." Percy was surprised. That was possible? "I did that
myself. And you've always been a good student, so even if you have to work
part-time, you should still be fine." He leaned closer. "And be
honest. Do you really want to live the same life you've lived for the last
months for the rest of your life?"
He sat back and looked at Percy expectantly. As if Percy would just jump at the
chance! There was so much to think about. He noticed Harry getting up and
lighting a cigarette. Percy could see him inhaling the smoke, but his mind drifted
off once again.
As if Percy could just leave his whole life! He had never had anything to do
with Muggles and he had... responsibilities. He hadn't worked all those years,
just so he could give up now and start all over again. Do his school education
again! That was insane! He couldn't. It just wasn't possible. He was Percy
Weasley and he would not give up this easily! And as if he was dependent upon
the goodwill of somebody he hadn't seen in years, had barely talked to in ten
years. He was going to show everybody that he wasn't the monster everybody
thought he was. He was going to do this on his own!
Percy stood up. His impassive demeanour had returned. "Thank you for the
offer, but I think I'll go now. I'm sure my parents are already worried."
He didn't look back when he walked out the door, otherwise he would have seen
the amused look in Harry's face.
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Percy went down the stairs quietly. From the kitchen he could hear the voices
of his family, loud and boisterous as usual. How any one of them could make out
what the other was saying was beyond him.
He opened the door without making a sound. He had become good at that. Still
catching the last words from one of the twins, "... absolutely
soaked." and the laughter that followed, he felt his skin prickle
uncomfortably when every noise died as he sat down.
He could feel their eyes on him eyeing him as if he was going to start throwing
Avada Kedavra around any moment. Feel their stares drilling into him, asking
him what he was doing here, why he was interrupting their good time. Why
couldn't he just leave?
Percy tried to ignore their looks, their unasked questions and instead hid
behind his usual mask of impassiveness. There was nothing new to this. Ever
since The Incident, he had been treated like this. And really, if he thought
about it, even before he had never been comfortable, had never felt at ease
around his family.
Still, he tried to act normally, not show them any weaknesses. This was the
last place he had, he would just have to endure it.
He quickly looked up, then down again, asking in a falsely cheerful voice:
"Could you please pass me the salt, Fred?" At least he was pretty
sure that it was Fred he was sitting next to. Not that it mattered. They both
hated and treated him like he was a waste of space, why should he feel bad
about not knowing them apart.
No salt was being thrown his way. Apparently, he even wasn't acknowledged
anymore. He looked right at the twin next to him this time, intending to ask
again, but his brother moved away quickly, not meeting his eyes, none of his
usual jokes or even teasings on his lips, only contempt in his eyes.
Great, they weren't even going to look at him anymore. Perhaps afraid of being
contaminated by whatever they thought he had done that night. He looked closer,
absently noticing that the whole table was following his movements, and found
that it wasn't only the usual disdain in Fred's eyes, but something more.
What... fear?
He almost laughed when he realised his obnoxious little brother was afraid of
him. It was either that or cry, but he kept his facial muscles in check, he had
had enough training doing that after all. Still, he couldn't stay here.
The chair scraping against the floor echoed loudly in the noiseless room, as
did the ringing of his voice. "For Merlin's sake, Fred! I'm hardly going
to... to ambush my own brother! At the kitchen table no less!"
He left as quickly and quietly as he had come, locking the door to his room.
His last heaven from the hell his life had become.
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"Well, Mr. Weasley," the manager looked at him over his half-moon
glasses, "I see that you are absolutely qualified for the job. Rather more
than we expected actually." He threw a smile at Percy. "But that's
nothing that we will let stand in our way, won't we?"
Percy tersely nodded and tried to smile just as jovially as Mr. Bumbleton, the
manager of the 'Bottoms Up - Cauldrons In All Materials And Sizes' in Diagon
Alley.
"I'm only waiting for the owl from the Ministry with your recent
records-" he must have noticed the worried look on Percy's face, "-
don't worry. It's a pure formality. Couldn't hire a murderer after all!"
He laughed again.
Percy smiled back, even though he felt as if he had suddenly been dunked into
ice water. He had thought this was finally going to work, a small shop, tucked
away in a corner of the Alley and an old manager who looked as if he hadn't
seen the outside since the riots of '64.
He almost left before the manager could get his record, spare himself at least
some embarrassment, but just then a small brown owl tapped at the window,
carrying a file with the official Ministry seal on it.
Mr. Bumbleton gave another one of his brilliant smiles and hurried to the
window. "Here we are. Let me just give it a quick once over and then we
can get to the signing of the contract."
He pushed his glasses further up his nose and started to read, nodding from
time to time, smiling all the while. After a while he paused and said:
"Really, Mr. Weasley, your achievements are impressive. I'm never going to
understand why the Ministry let you go."
Percy didn't answer; instead he watched on, feeling dread coil in his stomach,
and finally coming to a stop when Mr. Bumbleton turned to the last page.
Percy felt like watching a Quidditch accident. Too bad to look at, but at the
same time unable to look away. He saw Mr. Bumbleton's smile fade, turning into
a grimace, finally looking at Percy with a fearful little glance and eventually
crumpling the parchment in his hand and banishing it with a flick of his wand.
A small feeling of hope began to unfold in Percy, perhaps he had finally found
somebody who didn't care about... it.
Then his hope was dashed when Mr. Bumbleton squared his shoulders and turned to
him. He cleared his throat. "Well, Weasley, there were some unexpected...
problems..." He looked almost apologetic. "I'm sure you understand
that I can't hire you under these circumstances." He moved towards Percy,
hand held out to shake Percy goodbye, but in the last moment, he stopped and
turned away. "I'm sure you remember where the door is, Weasley."
Percy only nodded, too numb to do anything but leave quietly. Damn the Ministry
for blacklisting him!
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Percy got the same responses in Eeylops Owl Emporium, the Magical Menagerie and
even Borgin & Burkes. He had thought that at least the last would yield
some results, and he wasn't quite sure if he would have got that job if his
name wasn't Weasley. Still, it was depressing.
The way he was going he wasn't even going to get a job as the driver of the
Knight Bus. After all one couldn't leave him alone with all those male guests!
He snorted as he made his way upstairs, to tired to even feel angry at his
mother's disappointed frown. He hadn't asked to be like this!
Since he was small, he had always wanted to be the best, to be recognised for
his achievements, and now everything had gone down the drain.
His marriage with Penelope had been a disaster from the beginning to the end
and if he was truthful, he was glad that he didn't have to fulfil his marital
duties anymore. And hadn't that been the first sign?
Percy opened the door to his room and laid down on his bed.
The first sign of his destruction. He had thought all his worries and feelings
had been normal, only to find out that he was far from normal. Of course, he
had also noticed before that his tastes were somewhat... eccentric, but he had
tried to suppress it as much as possible and blend into the life he had planned
to live.
Only his plan hadn't worked out. Over the years, the relationship with Penelope
had become strained, had contained less and less love and more habit. In the
end, they had only lived their own lives, barely interacting with one another
and certainly not sharing their bed.
He still felt horrified when he remembered those nights were they had tried,
but he just couldn't function. He had never felt so humiliated in his life, not
even when the twins had strung up half his underwear in the Gryffindor common
room in their second year.
Eventually, Penelope had been the first to utter those devastating words,
telling him he just didn't find her sexy... or perhaps no women at all. Of
course, she hadn't known how true that idea, shouted in the middle of an
argument, was.
That had been the beginning of he end for him. For days and weeks after their
last argument, Percy had sat brooding, thinking about what his wife had said,
what he felt, what he knew.
In the end, no amount of thinking had been able to help him.
His biggest mistake in the whole affair had been to think that he could keep it
quiet. He had thought if he was just hard-working enough, if he loved his
family enough everything would be fine.
Then Penelope had left him.
She had been very decent about the whole thing, hadn't told a soul about his
problem, had only told everybody that they just didn't match anymore and that
she was only glad they didn't have children who would suffer under a divorce.
He hadn't taken the whole thing so calmly and had drunk himself into a stupor.
He had never drunk a lot before and within an hour he was so oblivious to
anything around him that he didn't even stop to think before he hit on one of
the guys in the bar. Within days, everybody knew that Percy Weasley was a
wandbanger.
At first the whispers during his work had only been annoying, until he was
ordered to meet his Head of Department. He had been informed that his contract
had been revoked because of indecent behaviour and he was going to be
blacklisted.
His Head of Department had assured him that his listing wouldn't have any
repercussions. It was only a preventive measure to insure that with his
unhealthy behaviour he couldn't work in a hospital or school or wherever else
helpless people were vulnerable to his personality disturbance.
Percy snorted when he remembered how naive he had been. He had thought with his
experience other employers would fight to have him in their business, instead
he had to walk from door to door and ask for a job. It was humiliating.
His family had reacted less than well, much less. He had had to move into the
Burrow and while his parents reluctantly accepted him back, the atmosphere was
almost suffocating. His parents didn't talk to him and only looked at him
disappointedly, his brothers avoided him as much as possible and when they met
they looked at him with distrust.
He didn't know what else he could do.
Hermione thought you should consider moving into the Muggle world.
He hadn't even thought about taking Harry up on his offer, but was there really
anything else he could do? Was there any form of decent life for him in the
Wizarding world?
Do you really want to live the same life you've lived for the last months for
the rest of your life?
No, he didn't. He couldn't. Was his only chance really in the Muggle world? A
world he, even though he was the son of Muggle-fanatic Arthur Weasley, didn't
know nearly enough about to live in. A world he had condescendingly thought of
as somewhat primitive, as something interesting to study, as something that he
would never actually have to use.
I had the same problem you have.
Could Harry really help him? He had lived as a Muggle before he ever came to
Hogwarts after all. Would it be possible for Percy as well? Was he flexible
enough to change his whole life?
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In Percy's ears, his knock sounded loud enough to bring the whole house down
around him. He stood nervously in front of Harry's flat, wishing at once that
he would open the door and that he wasn't at home.
He was clutching a bag with some spare clothes and his toiletries to him, but
other than that he had only brought the few galleons he still had, hoping that
he wouldn't have to rely on Harry's charity.
Then the door opened and in front of him stood a smiling Harry Potter, his
smile brightening even more when he saw who was in front of his door. Percy
hadn't been greeted this friendly in ages.
"Percy, hi. Good to see you." He looked Percy up and down, noticing
the bag he was carrying. "Come on in. " He moved away from the door
and motioned Percy to follow him. "I suppose you changed your mind about
my offer." It wasn't even a question.
Percy cleared his throat, trying to get his equilibrium back. "Er, yes. I
would very much appreciate it if you could show me around a bit. I don't think
that Muggle Studies at Hogwarts really focused on the everyday life of Muggles
but more on eccentricities, philosophy and history." There that hadn't
sounded too dependent.
He was lead into the living room, from where he could see the passage to the
kitchen. Harry plopped down on a couch. "Come on, Percy. Sit down. You're
going to live here fore the next time, so it will be best of you make yourself
at home."
Percy perched on the edge of the couch. If he was to make himself feel at home,
he was going to be extremely uncomfortable, but it would be better not say
anything about that.
Now that he was here, he suddenly didn't remember the carefully planned
reasoning he had developed. He didn't want Harry to know how desperate he
really was, after all hadn't he always been the one who had thought he would
one day be Minister of Magic? How humiliating was it to be dependent upon his
parents to support him when he was almost thirty? And now to be dependent on a
basic stranger?
However, Harry made him feel more at ease right away. "Okay, I don't think
you're really into this whole partying and dancing thing, right?"
"No." Still, he was getting curious. "There are places where...
people like us can dance? After all, I've always enjoyed a nice waltz even if
my partner didn't have the right gender."
Harry grimaced and Percy wondered if maybe he hadn't understood him correctly
after all. Harry had meant that he also liked men, right?
"Er, okay, waltz... well, I thought I'd show you some cafés or book shops
first. That way you don't get thrown into the cold water right away and you'll
probably feel much more comfortable there." He grinned at Percy. "Of
course we could also visit a pub first, give yourself some liquid
courage."
Percy debated with himself for a moment, but then decided against it. Alcohol
had only brought him problems so far. "Okay, whatever you think is
best."
"Great!"
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"Percy, are you okay? You look terribly constipated." Percy could
feel Harry's worried eyes on him and really it wasn't that he was terribly
uncomfortable; it was all just so... strange.
They were sitting in quite a big café somewhere in Covent Garden and Percy
felt as if he needed about six more eyes to take in everything around him.
There were obviously... eccentric men everywhere, sitting and drinking coffee -
or something a bit stronger - laughing together, some even embracing and... he
swallowed, kissing.
It was strange and wonderful and confusing and he couldn't believe that he
could ever fit in here. He felt right and wrong at the same time; everything he
had been told about men like him coming back to haunt him and at the same time
he felt as if he had finally found his home. Only that he felt uncomfortable at
home once again.
He looked at Harry, who seemed absolutely relaxed here. He was holding a
cigarette loosely and looking at the other patrons as well, but he also threw
Percy concerned glances from time to time, probably making sure he hadn't fled
yet.
He remembered Harry's question and tried to smile reassuringly. He didn't think
he quite succeeded. "I'm fine. Just a little too much all at once."
Harry smiled understandingly and nodded. He leaned closer and started to talk.
"You remember Malcolm Baddock?"
Percy thought for a moment, but the name didn't rings any bells. He shook his
head.
"He was in Hogwarts three years below me, a Slytherin. He used to work
with Hermione in the Committee on Experimental Charms. She also sent him to me,
asking me to show him around the Muggle world a bit. You can imagine coming
from a Pureblood Slytherin family and having grown up with their values, the
whole thing was extremely difficult for him."
Percy was intrigued despite himself. "What happened to him?"
Harry smiled. "He studies law at university. It's almost certain he's
going to work in a small solicitor's office that specialises in minority
rights."
Percy was impressed. Becoming a lawyer wasn't an easy feat and if somebody even
more hindered than himself had managed to survive in the Muggle world, he would
be able to do it as well. Distractedly, Percy wondered how many valuable worker
and brilliant minds the Magical world had already lost because of their
close-mindedness, but then Harry brought him out of his thoughts.
"We can meet him sometime if you like."
"Yes, I would like to do that." He paused for a moment. "So, you
have done this kind of thing before?"
Harry shrugged. "A few times. There're more of us in the Wizarding world
than you'd think." He waved the hand with the cigarette in front of his
face. "If only there were enough to change something about the
situation."
Percy didn't miss the wistfulness in Harry's voice. "Do you terribly miss
doing magic?"
Harry looked surprised for a second, then he explained. "Living in the
Muggle world doesn't mean that I can't do any more magic." Percy was
surprised. He had assumed he would have to give up magic completely. "You
only have to be more careful. For example you can't have magical stuff lying
around your flat when friends come over. And you always have to remember that
for Muggles it takes longer to get from one point to another. So for example if
you're meeting a friend in West Ham and then are supposed to meet another
friend in the City, you need to leave enough time between the dates that you
could have got there by Muggle transportation."
Percy let those words work through his thoughts, thinking how complicated it
was going to be if he was really going to achieve this. However, he felt more
happy than he had in a long time. He hadn't been looked at strangely the whole
day, so he certainly was going to try. Something being difficult had never
deterred him.
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Their next stop was a book shop in Holborn where Harry wanted to get him some
books on homosexual culture and show him around. At first he had protested
against Harry getting him anything, but Harry had quickly shushed him and only
told him that he would read the books as well, so he wasn't getting them for
Percy, but Percy was getting them with Harry and then he would be lending them
to him.
Percy hadn't been a hundred percent convinced, but in the end he had let Harry
do what he wanted.
They entered the shop. Horrified, Percy backed away when a flurry and
colourful... something stormed at them and almost jumped Harry.
"Oh, Harry! So good to see you! You haven't been here in ages!" Percy
watched aghast, as the... man blew kisses onto both of Harry's cheeks. He was
holding him by his arms and beaming at him. Then he noticed Percy and cocked
his head at him. "And who is this handsome fellow?"
He stuck one hip out and put his hand on it.
Harry gave a small laugh. "Derek, may I introduce Percy to you. He's quite
new here, so don't frighten him off, okay?"
Derek lightly brandished his hand in front of Harry's face. "Me? Frighten
him off? Never!" He held his hand out with the back upwards. "It's
such a pleasure to meet you," he looked Percy up and down, while Percy
awkwardly shook his hand. "Or at least it could be."
He winked at Percy and then, like some tropical storm, he was gone again.
Percy drew in a shaky breath. He leaned towards Harry. "I... I don't have
to behave like him, right?" His eyes pleaded with his companion.
Harry laughed again. "No, don't worry. He's a bit... extreme. You know,
guys like us are like every other person. There are some that are totally
normal among and others are a bit eccentric."
He suddenly turned serious eyes at Percy. "And if somebody tells you
you're not enough of a homosexual because of the way you dress or behave or
anything else, just tell them to fuck off, okay?"
Percy swallowed and nodded slowly. He surely wouldn't forget such intense eyes
and the words that belonged to them this moment.
Harry put his hand into the small of Percy's back and steered him towards one
of the shelves. "Come on, let's have a look around."
At first Percy was extremely aware of where Harry's hand touched him and he
felt as if all eyes in the shop where on him. Then he noticed that a lot of
eyes actually were on him and he moved away from Harry. He didn't want to cause
another scandal.
Harry stopped in front of one of the shelves with the section title 'gay
culture'. Curiously, Percy looked around, only to find several other sections
with the word 'gay' in them. Perhaps meant something different in the Muggle
world than in the Magical. He lightly touched Harry's arm.
Harry looked up from the book he had been looking at, smiling when he saw
confusion in Percy's face. "You okay? I thought in a book shop you'd know
your way around."
Percy whispered back. After all he didn't want to know about his ignorance.
"What does gay mean? It's here in the description of almost every
section." He threw a glance around. "There are even gay
cookbooks."
Harry laughed, but strangely Percy didn't feel laughed at for his ignorance,
but rather anticipatory, as if he was about to be included into a joke.
"Yeah, some people go a little over the top and take everything, including
themselves, way too seriously." He came to Percy's first question.
"Gay simply means homosexual; especially for guys. The Wizarding world
doesn't use that term?"
"No. They say either eccentric or," he lowered his voice even more,
"wandbangers."
This time Harry's laugh did attract the attention of several people around
them.
Percy flushed, but Harry only patted him on the shoulder and showed him the
book he had been looking at. "What do you think of that one?"
They had stayed almost an
hour in the shop, fortunately ignored by Derek. In the end Harry had bought two
different books.
While they had been standing in line at the cash register, Percy had thrown
another last look around the shop. He would have to return here sometime. Then
his gaze had fallen on a stack of books that had almost glittered in the light.
Percy had looked at them and almost dropped them in shook when he had seen what
they were about.
"You don't need to get any of those." Harry smiled impishly. "I
have several of them at home."
Percy flushed. "I... I wasn't about to buy one. I was only...
looking." Then he remembered the last part of Harry's sentence. "You bought
books about... g... gay intercourse?" His voice had lowered to a whisper
again.
Harry hit him playfully. "Don't pretend to be so surprised! I do read
occasionally, especially if the topic is so interesting," he answered in a
suggestive tone. "But I didn't buy those. They were my eighteenth birthday
present from Hermione." He winked at Percy. "You can have a look at
them later."
Percy shook his head. He would never have pegged Hermione Granger to buy books
about... that topic.
"You look worried. Is something the matter?"
He looked up at Harry. "No problems. Just a lot for one day." He took
a sip from his drink and thought for a moment. He had been wondering about
something. "You said that you still had contact with Hermione, the
Longbottom boy and Luna Lovegood, why did they keep in contact with you? I
didn't think you had that much to do with them at Hogwarts - except Hermione,
of course."
Harry sat his glass of... cake, no coke down and settled in for what looked
like a lengthy response. "Well, Hermione was a given. For one she grew up
in the Muggle world and had a pretty liberal attitude anyway." He grinned.
"At least as long as it didn't have anything to do with rule
breaking." He paused for a moment and looked at Percy pensively. "She
was the first who I told that I was gay and she was really great about it, but
she also gave me the most important lecture on how the Wizarding world viewed
people like us. If it hadn't been for her, everybody in Magical Britain would
probably hate me, because I wouldn't have kept my mouth shut."
Percy could imagine that. Harry had always been very vocal about his beliefs,
without being sensible about who he told.
"Luna was a totally different story. She was wizard raised and I didn't
tell her anything. One day she simply looked at me and asked if I ever had
considered trying to date a boy instead of a girl." He shrugged his
shoulders. "I never really talked to her about it, but I think because she
herself isn't what you would call normal, she also doesn't care if the people
around her aren't. Or she simply believes in so many things other wizards and
witches don't that she has become extremely good at building her own opinions
and not listening to what everybody else has to say." He took another sip
from his glass and breathed deeply.
Percy could just look at him and feel a little envious. Harry had kept three
close friends through this whole disaster and he hadn't even managed to have
his family on his side.
"Neville found out by accident." Harry gave a short laugh. "He
literally stumbled upon me when he was walking through London." He gave a
rueful smile. "I should know better than to go about kissing guys near the
entrance to St. Mungo's." He looked at Percy. "At first I was terrified
that he was going to tell everybody." He shook his head. "I should
have known better. He has been called something or other all his life and he is
too much of a sweet person for that. He still isn't comfortable with it, and we
don't have close contact, but still write letters and meet from time to time.
I'm just not allowed to bring any boyfriends."
Boyfriend. Of course. Percy had never seriously thought about having a
boyfriend before. He had known that he only had feelings for other men, but he
had never in his dreams thought that he would one day have the possibility to
actually do something about it. He had never dared to even think about it.
Now it was actually possible for him to find somebody he liked and could live
with. He grinned. The possibility was elevating.
Percy started flipping through the book Harry had purchased at the shop,
content to just sit silently for the moment. What he saw amazed him. From
eccentric hairdressers, to eccentric doctors, to eccentric... no, gay lawyers,
the list seemed endless.
He looked around the pub, still astonished at the simple presence of so many
people like him. And at the same time so unlike him.
They all seemed so careless, so confident, so sure about what they wanted.
There in the corner were two guys who were putting on a positively indecent
display. Even from the distance, he could make out their mouths, how they were
sliding together and from time to time even how hands groped furtively.
He blushed and looked away. At another table there was a group of men, all of
them laughing at something or other and obviously having a good time. He
couldn't remember ever doing anything like that.
The next table brought one man alone. He was alternating between staring at his
glass and looking around. His gaze landed on Percy and he stared. Percy felt
himself turning red at the scrutiny, and forced his eyes to look somewhere
else.
He gaze landed on the group of men again and felt a stinging pain in his chest.
He would never fit in here.
Almost without his own volition, he looked at the man again, seeing him still
watching him. His breath started to come less easily. He looked away.
In front of him Harry was also looking around, but he seemed much more relaxed.
Percy was glad that Harry wasn't one of those people who needed to talk all the
time, but at the moment he would have welcomed a bit of distraction. He looked
at his glass and drank the last bit from it.
He looked up once again at the man who was watching him. He felt his skin
prickle uncomfortably under the stare and quickly looked away again. From the
corner of his eye, he thought the man might stand up and move towards him, but
he was quickly thrown out of his thoughts.
"Percy? Percy? Are you in there?"
He looked at Harry. Now he could make out the man coming towards him. He had to
get out of here! "Can we go? I think I've seen enough for one day."
Harry blinked a few times, probably surprised at the abrupt request. Then he
nodded. "Of course. I have to get to work soon anyway." He put out
his cigarette in the ash tray and moved to stand. "We can Apparate
outside. There is a hard to see place behind the pub."
They left the pub and inconspicuously moved to the back. With two small pops,
Percy landed in Harry's flat and Harry a street from the zoo.
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The next morning at breakfast Percy felt agitated once again. When Harry had
went to work his shift at the zoo, he had sat around the flat and read through
the book. It had disturbed him more than he thought it would and he had felt he
would have to talk to Harry about it.
Which he did over his second cup of coffee. "I just don't understand it! I
thought everything was better here." He pushed his hair back. "But
then why do I have to go to gay bars and gay book shops and gay doctors and gay
hairdressers?" He looked up at Harry, who looked perplexed.
"Of course, you don't have to. I just wanted to show you that all this
exists. And that there are other people like us - more or less." He
grinned, probably remembering Derek. "I wanted to show that you can be
certain that you're welcome there." He paused for a moment and became
serious. "And not everything here is as bright as it sounds. The Muggle
world has its problems with gays as well. It's just not as pronounced. And the
opinions are constantly changing. It's constantly getting better. And in the
Wizarding world there is no change." He shrugged. "We don't get a
perfect deal, but I still prefer it."
Harry lapsed into a thoughtful silence, giving Percy the time to let those
words go through his head. Percy took another sip of his coffee and absently
thought about the other topic that had been bothering him already yesterday.
At first he had only felt weird sitting there among those happy people, then he
had realised that he couldn't relate to them at all. He had never been this
way. He had always been serious, had had something to prove, had spent a lot of
time on his own where it wouldn't matter how he behaved.
If yesterday had been an indicator of what this world was, he was never going
to fit into it. This just wasn't where he belonged, he couldn't simply turn
into somebody so... frivolous.
Even Harry, whom he remembered as a sometimes serious child, seemed to have
been infected with this virus. True, he had only been here for a day, but Harry
looked as if he constantly was in a good mood, going out, trying new things.
If he thought about some things written about in this book, it simply turned
his stomach. He didn't want an earring; it reminded him too much of Bill. Or
even one in his navel or anywhere else on his body. However, the book made it
sound as if some kind of body decoration was indispensable.
He told himself that it was impossible to feel at home in a totally different
world right away, it was obvious that he would have to overcome something of a
culture shock first. However, did it have to be such a big shock?
He shook his head at his own rambling thoughts. He would have to find a goal
and start pursuing that. This had always been a technique that had helped him
in the past. He only needed an aim and then he would be an absolutely different
person.
To start with that, he was going to have to find out more about what he had
seen yesterday and what he could do with his future.
"I was wondering if you could tell me more about this schooling license
you mentioned. I must admit I have never heard of it before."
Harry smiled at him. "I'm glad you aren't totally discouraged after
yesterday. You seemed a bit panicked at the end there." He lit a
cigarette. "Okay, the license is pretty easy to get. You go to the
Committee for Muggle Relations and request one. Only qualification is that
you're either Muggle-raised or had Muggle Studies as an OWL. Then you get a certificate,
telling you that you studied at a specialised private school and were exempted
from regular Muggle education. With that certificate you go to the Further
Education college - doesn't matter if it's day or evening classes - and can
start studying."
He shrugged his shoulders. "How long it actually takes to finish education
depends on several things. How much did you know beforehand? How good are you
at learning." He grinned at Percy. "I think you'll have little
problems with that point. Then you have to decide if you only want to do your
GCSEs or your A-Levels."
Percy looked perplexed. "What's the difference between them?"
"GCSEs are similar to the OWLs, while the A-Levels are close to the NEWTs,
of course in totally different subjects than at Hogwarts." He thought for
a moment. "I still have some of my books. I can show them to you and help
you with any gaps you have, because at the college they only teach the last two
years of GSCE preparation. Still, I did it; I'm sure you could as well."
Percy swallowed. A difficult task had never deterred him, yes, but he had never
been good at being instructed by somebody else. He always enjoyed learning by
himself better. With a mental sigh, he pushed that problem to the back of his
mind and instead turned towards Harry again. "You didn't do
A-Levels?"
Harry shook his head. "No. I was thinking about it, but while I was still
deciding, I was lucky enough to find a temporary job at the zoo." He
shrugged his shoulders. "I have always been good with animals and when
they offered me to get a bit of a more long-term contract, I didn't say no. If
I want to I can still do my A-Levels at a later point in time. At the moment
I'm happy with what I do."
Percy let all of this go through his head. It was going to take him a while to
get his OW... no GCSEs, because he would have to work at the same time. Harry
probably had had enough money left from his parents, but he had less than ten
galleons left. Still, at least he knew what way awaiting him.
Now, he only had to decide if he actually wanted to do this.
"And Percy," Harry halted for a moment. "Don't worry if you
don't find a flat or job right away. You're more than welcome to live here for
a while." He held his hands up, staving off Percy's protest. "I know,
I know, you don't want any charity, but I know that without my parents' money,
I never would have made it. And you could just consider it a loan or something
if that'd make you feel better."
Percy nodded reluctantly. That really had been a problem on his mind. He
continued with something else that had been on his mind since yesterday.
"About the pub last night..." He faltered. How could he explain this
without sounding like a total prude? "Is it expected of people like us to
behave like that?"
Harry looked confused. "Like what?"
"Like... like they were crawling all over each other." He breathed
deeply and suddenly all his worries about what he had seen around him and what
he had read about flowed out of him. "It's just, all of them were touching
and when they were... together they were holding hands and kissing and... and
in the book there was a whole chapter on," he lowered his voice, even
though there was nobody else to hear, "intercourse in public places."
Harry laughed and this time Percy felt laughed at. He scowled. After a moment,
Harry stopped, and only interrupted by a small snicker, said: "Sorry, but
your face when you talk about sex was too funny." He turned serious.
"Percy, I already told you yesterday that every gay person is different,
in the same way every straight person is different." He waved his hand
through the air. "Some are very expressive and constantly touch and others
are more reserved. There is no way to be correctly gay. You just are
yourself."
"But all of this only seems to be about... copulating with as many people
as possible!" Percy felt the panic from last night returning.
Harry gripped his hand over the table. "Percy, look at me. It's not all
about sex. It's also about human touch and affection and caring, depending on what
the different people want. Some only want a quick fuck, while others are
searching for their life partner."
Percy sighed. "I just... I don't' like that. All this touching and kissing
and... I'm not a very tactile person."
Harry looked at him unbelievingly. "Somehow I find that very hard to
believe." He smiled. "I have met your mother. I'm sure when you were
young, you got loads of hugs and kisses."
Percy looked at him, floored.
"I mean, don't try to tell me she didn't hug you when you got home with a
scraped knee."
"I never had a scraped knee." He was disturbed. "All the others
already constantly ruined their clothes and I knew we didn't have enough money,
so I always made sure to be careful."
Harry sighed. "Okay, then she gave you a hug when you had a nightmare,
right?"
"Yes." He didn't know what Harry wanted to tell him.
Harry gestured with his hands. "See, this isn't any different. It isn't
all about the sex and the melodrama around that. It's just about a bit of
affection."
He got up and motioned Percy to follow him. "Come on. I'm going to show
you something." He walked into the living room and sat down on the sofa.
He patted the seat next to him. "Here sit down. Now, you know I would
never do anything to you, you don't want, right?"
Percy sat down uncomfortably and nodded.
Harry made himself comfortable. "Okay, so I'm just going to lay my arm
around your waist, nothing more."
Percy nodded tersely. He could feel Harry's arms snaking around his waist and
tensed. There was no way he was going to get used to this. He had always been a
bit of a loner and nervous when he was together with other people. When those
people wanted to touch him - not that a lot of them wanted to - it was even
worse.
"Percy, relax. You sit there as if you have a broomstick up your
arse." Harry bumped his shoulder against Percy's. "Let your shoulders
slump a bit."
Percy wanted to protest. He didn't want a bad posture, but instead conceded. He
let his shoulders drop, holding them down uncomfortably. How could everybody
sit like this every day?
"Not pull them down; relax the muscles!" One hand touched his
shoulder and started to move in circles, kneading the tensed muscles. He gave
an involuntary sigh and let his shoulders drop. "That's it. Okay, now
don't even think about my arm, just enjoy the feeling of human touch,
okay?"
Percy had always been good about following orders.
He relaxed against the back of the couch. The warmth from Harry's arm around
his waist was slowly spreading throughout his whole body. He leaned his head
against the couch, closing his eyes and for once only listening to what his
body had to say. He tried to stop thinking about the future, about what he was
going to have to do, about everything, but the feeling of somebody touching him
for no reason. No reason other than that he wanted to.
He sighed and could feel a smile playing across his lips. This was nice. He was
going to have to do this more often.
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They went on like this for the next days. During the day Harry would show him
around, careful to include non-gay localities and at night he went off to work,
leaving Percy to explore Harry's Muggle equipment in his flat.
His first evening he had spent watching TV, getting to know the functions of
the different controls and the video recorder. He really was glad that he had
always had a good memory. Simply all these technical expressions could have
driven somebody else insane.
That night he was going to have a look at the kitchen appliances. The
refrigerator wasn't really that different from the ice cupboards wizards used.
The other things were much more complicated. However, he still remembered
Harry's reasoning about him having to learn how to work with all this
equipment.
"I could simply cast a grilling charm and have my toast done." He
really couldn't understand the benefit of all these gadgets. He had never
understood his father's fascination with them either. The wizarding way was so
much easier.
"Yes, when you're alone at home. But what do you do when you have a Muggle
guest? What do you say when somebody tells you to switch on the coffee maker
and you don't even know what one is?" Harry looked at him seriously.
"If you're really going to do this, then you have to know these things.
People would think only strange the first few times, but after a while they
would get really suspicious. And after all, you want to blend in as best as
possible, right?"
After that explanation, he had plunged himself into his studies. He was going
to know everything there was to know about Muggle technology and Muggle life.
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"Come on, Percy! Work with me here!" Percy heard the words, but
really, he wasn't at work, why should he work with Harry? His legs felt like
somebody had hit him with a hex, but that didn't make sense at all. He shook
his head. They had been in a Muggle club, there hadn't been any wizards there.
Perhaps Muggles could hex people as well?
The warm body next to him felt nice. He leaned against Harry's shoulder, but
the other man just wouldn't keep still. Slowly, he lifted his head of Harry's
shoulder and tried to see where they were. He only saw a few blobs around him,
Harry being the biggest.
Right, Harry had taken his glasses. He scanned Harry's breast pockets for his
glasses, but came up empty handed. Just when he had decided to look in the back
pockets of Harry's jeans, he was jostled around.
Harry had better been leading, he had never been good at dancing. But where was
the music? He tried to give a few brave dance steps, brushing against the body
- Harry! - next to him. Hmm, he smelled good. He snuffled at Harry's neck and
tried to kiss it, surprised when he was pulled back.
"Percy! Please, just walk into the flat, okay? I'll keep hold of you so
don't worry if you think you fall." He bumped into something, and then he
couldn't keep his body from moving and bumped into Harry.
This felt nice. More than nice. He could suddenly feel this urge to feel more
of him. Much more. He looked around. First he needed another one of those
drinks. But everything was still moving. Strange. There, there was something he
knew! The kitchen! He could get something to drink in the kitchen.
He moved in that direction, but something stopped him. "Wanna go!"
The grip around his waist tightened. "No, Percy. We're not going anywhere
but the bedroom. And there you're going to sleep off that stuff."
Percy nodded. That sounded good. The bed was nice. Warm and soft, but sometimes
it got really lonely. "You gonna sleep there with me?" He leaned
against the body again. He felt great! He grinned. Better than he could ever
remember.
He stumbled through the room. Why wouldn't the bloody room stand still? Oops.
He giggled. He had used a bad word. He giggled some more.
Then he landed on something soft with a dull thump. Oh right, his bed.
"C'mere." He held his hands out. But the blob that he knew was his
Harry, just turned around. "Good night, Percy. Sleep well."
Percy pouted. Harry hadn't wanted to go to bed with him. Then he remembered
something he wanted to say. "Harry, you're my best friend in the whole
wide world, you know that, right?"
The blob stopped. "Yes, I know. Goodnight, Percy."
"G'dnight."
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"Harry... Harry..." Ah, there. That lump over there had to be the
couch with Harry on it. Percy stumbled towards the dark shape.
Then he stood in front of it. What was it again that he had wanted to do? Oh,
yes. He looked down at the sleeping form of his best friend, grinning when
thought about what he wanted to do.
Now, he only needed to... yes. Clumsily, he crawled onto the couch and lay
down. Oh, the heat coming from Harry made him all tingly, and there, yes there
was that beautiful piece of neck he hadn't been allowed to kiss earlier.
Why hadn't Harry allowed him to do that? He shook his head. Didn't matter. Now
there was nothing keeping him from it. He pressed his lips down on the spot and
started to thoroughly lick it. He giggled. He felt naughty. He had never been
naughty.
A moan from below him, made him stop, but then he went on when nothing
happened. Nothing was going to keep him from his Harry this time.
Still suckling that beautiful spot, he pushed away the sheet Harry was covered
in. He whimpered. Harry slept naked. Stupid light didn't let him see
everything, but still. There were two, he giggled at the word, nipples and one
belly button and further down... he pushed at the sheet some more and frowned
when a hand came into his field of vision. Where did that come from? It didn't
belong to him.
"Percy! What the hell are you doing?"
Confused, he looked up into Harry's lovely, green eyes and grinned. He looked
even better without glasses.
"Jus' wanna kiss you." He bent down to go on with his task. But Harry
stopped him again. He frowned. Why wasn't he allowed to kiss Harry?
"You... you don't like me?"
Harry sighed beneath him and Percy could feel the movement against his fingers;
it felt good. "Percy, let's talk about this tomorrow. When this stupid
drug isn't in your system anymore." Harry lifted Percy's hand away. He
really didn't like him. "Now, go back to bed."
He tried to push Percy off of him, but he didn't want to. It was nice here.
Warm and comfy and there was a naked Harry nearby. "No! Wanna sleep here
with you." He snuggled down again.
Harry sighed again and then Percy felt all tingly when he put his arm around
Percy's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Okay, but you keep your hands to
yourself." Percy nodded happily and drifted off to sleep.
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The next morning Percy woke when the sun shone onto his face. Had he forgotten
to pull the curtains closed last night? Reluctantly, he opened his eyes and
found himself staring at the sleeping form of Harry, an obviously unclad Harry.
His face heated up. How had he got here? Percy quickly scrambled from the
couch, trying to put as much distance as possible between an indecently exposed
Harry and himself. Really, why did he have to sleep in nothing but a sheet? A
sheet that hardly covered the bare necessities.
How had he landed here anyway? He remembered the two of them going out to this
club. Percy had held true to his resolution and wanted to learn everything
there was to learn about Muggle life, and this had been on his list since Harry
had mentioned it the first day. However, after that everything got extremely
fuzzy. He hadn't drunk that much, had he? And why had he been on the couch with
a naked Harry.
Belatedly, he checked his clothes. But no, he was still wearing what he had
been wearing last night. He frowned in confusion. He hadn't even changed, which
was really strange.
Just then Harry moved and Percy jerked his head up. He watched, embarrassed,
but still unable to look away as Harry stretched and the sheet slipped even
lower. Just a few more inches and he would be able to... no.
Almost giving himself whiplash, he looked back up at Harry's face. Harry's eyes
were open and they were looking at him with a strange expression on his face.
Percy tried to hide his discomfiture by clearing his throat. "Good
morning, Harry. I trust you slept well?"
Harry grinned at him. Had he seen through his tactic? "Yes, very well.
Thank you, Percy. What about you." The grin was almost devilish now.
"Er... I think, I slept well." He had to be beet-red by now. How
embarrassing.
"Oh, I'm sure you did. I've been told I make a comfortable pillow."
Harry grinned and then sat up and pulled the sheet up around him. He patted the
couch next to him. "Don't stand there as if you're about to be led to your
execution. Sit down."
Percy perched himself on the edge of the couch-bed and looked at Harry
hesitantly. What did he want to talk about, did he want to send him away? What
had he done?
Harry looked at him searchingly. "Percy, do you remember what happened
last night?"
Wordlessly, Percy shook his head. Harry sounded angry. Perhaps he really had to
go. With a start he realised that he didn't want to. He hadn't had so much fun
in his whole life, as he had had in the last week. He was seriously considering
moving into the Muggle world. And know Harry would send him away. He was going
to have to move back into the Burrow and be subjected to the distrustful looks
of his family and he was going to have to go begging for a job somewhere and...
A touch on his arm brought him out of his panic. "Percy, look at me."
Hesitantly, he glanced up. Harry had moved closer to him and looked at him
worriedly. "Percy, what do you remember?"
"Are you going to send me away?" As soon as he realised what he had
said, how needy he had sounded, he tried to get up, but the hand still on his
arm kept him firmly in his seat. He looked at Harry slowly.
"Percy, I'm not going to send you away." He looked incredulously.
"Why would I want to do that?"
Percy didn't know how he could explain his fears. He settled for just waving
his hand between him and Harry and the bed and hoping that Harry would
understand. Fortunately, he did.
"I certainly don't blame you for anything you did last night." He
settled back again and tried to pull Percy with him. With a still careful expression,
Percy settled next to him. However, he didn't dare to look at Harry. This whole
thing would be either if he didn't have to see the disappointment in Harry's
face. "I'm just glad that I was with you and nothing bad happened."
Percy looked at him sceptically. Percy had done Merlin-knew-what and Harry
wasn't angry with him. Even more, he had been worried. Why? Percy had always
taken care of himself. He had never wanted anybody to worry about him.
He quickly looked away again when Harry stretched to get his cigarettes from
the table and he could see part of Harry's backside. Perhaps Harry should get
dressed before they talked. However, as soon as he had leaned back and had lit
his cigarette, Harry started to talk. "You remember that we went to that club,
right?" He looked over at Percy and Percy quickly nodded. "Okay, do
you also remember that guy who tried to chat you up?"
There had been a man who had tried to... oh, Merlin. Percy shook his head.
There really had been a man who had been interested in him? He felt strange.
His stomach was seemingly jumping up and down. Was he going to be sick? Perhaps
the substance from last night still had an after-effect?
Harry continued. "Well, I don't know for sure, but I think he mixed
something into your drink when you weren't watching." He pushed his hand
through his hair. "I'm really sorry, Percy. I should have warned you about
people like that."
Percy was confused. What was he sorry about? "What was it that he put into
my drink?"
Harry sighed. He looked more downcast than he had all the time Percy had been
here. "It must have been some kind of drug to get you into bed. You
started to behave really strangely after a few sips, so I brought you home. And
you were really clinging, so I suppose he wouldn't have had a hard time doing
anything he wanted to you."
Percy swallowed. He had almost been... No, better not to think about it. Harry
had been with him and everything had turned out fine. Except that he had made a
total fool of himself. He hid his head in his hands.
The hands on his shoulders were unexpected and he jumped when he noticed them.
He looked up slowly, taking in Harry's serious face. "You remember what I
told you that first day?" Percy tried to remember, but Harry had told him
a lot. "The thing about some people thinking you're not gay enough if you
behave a certain way?"
Oh, yes. Those eyes would probably stay in his memory forever. He nodded.
"And I told you all this is bullshit. Because all people are different.
There is no right way to be gay. And just like there is no right way, there is
no wrong way. And just like there are good guys who are gay, there are also bad
guys who are gay. Your character isn't what is influenced by your choice in
sexual partners." He took a deep breath. "It's only important that
you like who you are and what other people think is their problem. Because if
you don't like yourself then you have a really difficult life cut out for
you." Harry leaned back and again he looked at Percy with those intense
green eyes. "So, I hope that you won't that one negative experience keep
you from trying to change your life." He leaned back next to Percy.
"Of course, only you can decide if you want to live your life here, or in
the Wizarding world. I'm sure if you went back to the Wizarding world you could
change many things, but I don't know if that would be the best for you. Only
you can know that." He made to stand up, but turned to Percy once more.
"However, I really hope you'll stay. I enjoy having you here."
Then he went towards the bathroom. Percy was so perplexed and... touched he
didn't even blush staring after a naked Harry.
He hadn't even thought about giving up just because of the incident last night.
He had feared that Harry wouldn't want him here anymore; and he still hadn't
told him what had happened later on! However, as Harry wasn't opposed to his
presence, he certainly wouldn't give up this chance.
Since he had been young, he had always fought for everything he wanted. He had
always succeeded despite the odds. He had been a prefect even though the twins
constantly ridiculed him about it. He had been Head Boy despite the crisis he
had had about his... tastes that year. He had worked his way up the Ministry
even though he had been hindered by preconceptions about the Weasleys. He had
survived despite the hatred he had been subjected to.
He was going to do this as well. Despite his reservations at first, he had
found he liked it. He liked Harry's company. He liked to learn something about
a totally new culture. He had never felt so much part of something ever before.
Here he wasn't just Percy Weasley, third son of Molly and Arthur Weasley and
all-around failure, but somebody totally new. After he had experienced this he
knew he couldn't go back to the distrustful looks and hurtful words or the even
more hurtful silences.
He swallowed. That was it, wasn't it? That was his decision. He was going to
stay. Tomorrow he was going to start his new life. First he had to go to the
Burrow and get the rest of his possessions and then he had to get the last of
his money from Gringotts. Finally, the Ministry to get his schooling license.
Then he was going to continue learning. He was going to be the best magical
Muggle anybody had ever seen.
Epilogue
"...and the inverse function of ex is ln(x)?"
"Yes, Percy. C'mon. You know your math. Just relax and everything will be
fine." Harry moved behind Percy, who was sitting stiffly in a kitchen
chair. He started to massage the muscles in Percy's shoulders.
However, he just couldn't relax. Today was the first day of his GCSEs and he
wanted to do well. Since Hogwarts he had almost forgotten how stressful a day
full of exams could be, but now he was reminded of it. Mathematical functions
were flying through his head, sometimes colliding with literary terms and
dates, so that whenever he remembered one and couldn't directly place it, he
would shoot out of his chair and run to the appropriate book to check.
He looked at his watch. Only ten more minutes until they would leave. He tried
to relax, but the slackening of his muscles just wouldn't come.
Percy got up for the sixth time in three minutes and went over to the couch.
Harry followed him and sat down beside him. With a small sigh, Percy snaked his
arm around Harry's waist and had to smile when Harry did the same. This had
always helped him to relax in the last two and a half years.
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the couch. Even though he was
nervous, he felt happy. He knew he had come a long way in the last years.
In the evening he had been busy studying for his GCSEs and during the day he
worked in the book shop Harry had taken him to the first day. He was so glad
that he had dared that final step towards a totally new life.
His new life that included not having to be afraid of one's own family or
having to hide his true nature. His new life that had yielded a different side
of his nature, he had never acknowledged before. A side that was full of
laughter and happiness and that sometimes even overrode his usual serious side.
However, most of all, he appreciated the new life that included a handsome,
clever and charming boyfriend.
The afore-mentioned boyfriend leaned over him and started to place light kisses
over his face. Percy smiled even broader.
"I thought I would give you something else to think about for the last
five minutes." Then he proceeded to place his mouth against Percy's and
sneaked his tongue into Percy's mouth.
Percy savoured the well-known feeling of Harry against him. He moved his arm
from around Harry's waist to his neck and tangled his fingers in Harry's hair.
In return, he could feel how Harry moved one hand from Percy's shoulder to lean
it against his chest.
Eventually, Percy reversed roles and his tongue snaked into Harry's mouth,
playing with its companion it found there. He groaned. Somehow, he always got
lost in Harry's kisses.
A chime brought him out of his bliss. He wrenched his mouth from Harry's and
turned around to look at the clock on the wall. Damn! He shot up and was on his
way to the door, before Harry had even pulled himself up from the floor.
"Come on, Harry! We're already five minutes late!"
Harry muttered something, but then he followed Percy out the door. Outside, Percy took his hand and together they set off to the examination centre. Percy smiled. The old Percy Weasley would never have been almost too late for an exam because he was too caught up snogging.