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maraudersaffairTitle: You're a Ginger. So What?
Author:maraudersaffair
Pairing: Percy/Harry
Rating: General
Word Count: 450
Summary: Percy doesn't believe Harry actually wants to date him so he tracks Harry down to confirm.
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weasleyjumpers's 31 Days of Weasley. The prompt I used was Auror office.
Part One
Percy spent the next week obsessively thinking about Harry. And it was an obsession. He thought of very little else.
Percy was consumed by self-doubt. The man was Harry Potter for crying out loud. He was a living legend. A hero. He was utter, utter perfection.
In comparison, Percy was a lonely, awkward person with very little going for him. Sure, he had friends. He had his family. But did he have charm and grace and looks? No. He was painfully average, at least in his own mind.
By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, Percy couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to speak to Harry. He needed to confirm that the man had actually asked him for a drink.
It feels almost as if I made it all up, Percy thought.
Agitated, Percy left the solicitor’s office he worked in and headed for the Ministry. Ever since the war, he hated being around the Minister's government, but he was too desperate to wait any longer.
The DMLE was strangely empty. Still, he fiddled with his spectacles and fumbled through conversation with multiple secretaries. None of them believed he was friends with the Harry Potter.
“I’m a Weasley,” he urged. “Damnit, just look at my hair.”
The young man was not impressed. “You’re a ginger. So what?”
He was finally saved when Harry emerged from the office kitchen holding a cup of tea. Harry stumbled to a stop.
“Percy?” Harry said in astonishment. “What are you doing here?”
“I—I needed to speak to you.”
Harry licked his lips and nodded. “Yes, all right. Follow me into my office.”
His office was cluttered with mess. There wasn’t a single cleared surface. It made Percy’s hands twitch for his wand. All it needed were a few well-aimed Cleaning Spells …
Blushing, Harry shut the door. “Sorry … I’ve been too busy to tidy up. I hope you don’t mind.” He hurriedly shoved off some files and robes to free up the visitor’s chair.
Percy sat down. It took everything in him not to worry his hands in his lap. “I’ve been thinking about our last conversation,” he told his shoes.
Harry leaned against his desk, muscular arms crossed. “Oh?”
“Yes … I … I just wanted to clear up some things.” He forced himself to raise his gaze. “You weren’t asking me out, were you?”
Harry blinked in confusion. “Of course I was asking you out.”
“Oh.”
Laughing, Harry said, “I think you’re fit. And I fancy your glasses. I just want a chance to get to know you better.”
“Oh.” Percy licked his lips. “Very good.”
“Will you let me take you out?”
Percy’s heart hammered. “Yes.”
Harry smiled in triumph. “Good.”
Author:
maraudersaffairPairing: Percy/Harry
Rating: General
Word Count: 450
Summary: Percy doesn't believe Harry actually wants to date him so he tracks Harry down to confirm.
Notes: Written for
weasleyjumpers's 31 Days of Weasley. The prompt I used was Auror office.Part One
Percy spent the next week obsessively thinking about Harry. And it was an obsession. He thought of very little else.
Percy was consumed by self-doubt. The man was Harry Potter for crying out loud. He was a living legend. A hero. He was utter, utter perfection.
In comparison, Percy was a lonely, awkward person with very little going for him. Sure, he had friends. He had his family. But did he have charm and grace and looks? No. He was painfully average, at least in his own mind.
By the time Friday afternoon rolled around, Percy couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to speak to Harry. He needed to confirm that the man had actually asked him for a drink.
It feels almost as if I made it all up, Percy thought.
Agitated, Percy left the solicitor’s office he worked in and headed for the Ministry. Ever since the war, he hated being around the Minister's government, but he was too desperate to wait any longer.
The DMLE was strangely empty. Still, he fiddled with his spectacles and fumbled through conversation with multiple secretaries. None of them believed he was friends with the Harry Potter.
“I’m a Weasley,” he urged. “Damnit, just look at my hair.”
The young man was not impressed. “You’re a ginger. So what?”
He was finally saved when Harry emerged from the office kitchen holding a cup of tea. Harry stumbled to a stop.
“Percy?” Harry said in astonishment. “What are you doing here?”
“I—I needed to speak to you.”
Harry licked his lips and nodded. “Yes, all right. Follow me into my office.”
His office was cluttered with mess. There wasn’t a single cleared surface. It made Percy’s hands twitch for his wand. All it needed were a few well-aimed Cleaning Spells …
Blushing, Harry shut the door. “Sorry … I’ve been too busy to tidy up. I hope you don’t mind.” He hurriedly shoved off some files and robes to free up the visitor’s chair.
Percy sat down. It took everything in him not to worry his hands in his lap. “I’ve been thinking about our last conversation,” he told his shoes.
Harry leaned against his desk, muscular arms crossed. “Oh?”
“Yes … I … I just wanted to clear up some things.” He forced himself to raise his gaze. “You weren’t asking me out, were you?”
Harry blinked in confusion. “Of course I was asking you out.”
“Oh.”
Laughing, Harry said, “I think you’re fit. And I fancy your glasses. I just want a chance to get to know you better.”
“Oh.” Percy licked his lips. “Very good.”
“Will you let me take you out?”
Percy’s heart hammered. “Yes.”
Harry smiled in triumph. “Good.”
