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icarusancalion. More notes after the story.“Forget the rulebook,” the Seeker said, plucking the slim volume from Percy’s nerveless fingers and tossing it onto the green. “We’ll show you how to polish a broomstick...”
Percy tossed his head against the pillow and reached one hand down in a familiar movement. But instead of grasping his cock, his fingers brushed against a head of fine silken hair.
Blearily, he opened his eyes and tried to focus. Someone was... sucking him off! He tried to scramble to his feet, but his legs were trapped under the stranger’s weight.
Percy heard a light chuckle from behind his head. “Easy, Weasley...”
He looked up, and up, and suddenly recognised the long white hair silhouetted by distant street lights through the blinds.
“Mister Malfoy?” Momentarily, Percy thought he must still be asleep, but this seemed too surreal to be a dream. Besides, his fantasies never involved someplace as prosaic as his own flat.
“Pardon the intrusion,” Lucius Malfoy walked along the side of the bed so Percy didn’t have to crane his neck quite so far looking up at him, “and the short notice, but Draco and I had some business to conduct that couldn’t wait until office hours.”
“Draco?”
A muffled “Mmn-Hmmph!” came from his groin, the vibrations sending shudders up Percy’s spine.
“Draco! You know better than to speak with your mouth full!”
Percy could barely restrain a whimper of disappointment as the mouth released him with a slight pop. “Hello.”
Though it was hard to tell for certain in the darkened room, Draco appeared to be fully robed, making Percy all the more aware of his own nakedness. Without taking his eyes off the two blonds, he groped on the night table for his glasses, fingers briefly brushing against his wand.
Lucius laid a gloved hand on his wrist, “Oh, those won’t be necessary.”
Percy briefly wished he’d remembered what his father said about Malfoy père, but he had no time. “Fine,” he said curtly. He could sacrifice this particular pawn. Lucius released him, so he leaned back on his elbows with the most professional expression he could muster under the circumstances. “A business matter, you say?”
“A proposition. I couldn’t help notice the way you... ogle my son.” Percy flushed. He was more or less open about his proclivities, but hadn’t realised he’d been so indiscreet at the office. Although this did clear up the mystery of Draco’s orientation. With an effort, he wrenched his attention back “...to our mutual satisfaction.”
Lucius seemed to be expecting some kind of response, so Percy nodded for him to continue.
“I find myself in need of certain information. If you would be so kind as to provide it, I shall see to it that you’re suitably rewarded.”
“Rewarded?” his voice cracked. He didn’t need his glasses to know Draco must be smirking. Percy fought to keep his voice stable. “Sir, it’s late. I’m tired. What is it you want?”
“Answer a few questions for me and I’ll let Draco finish what he started.” Percy looked over at Draco, who grinned and licked his lips suggestively. Percy swallowed reflexively and tried to collect his thoughts.
“The Minister trusts me to...”
“Of course,” Lucius said soothingly. “That’s why I came to you. I already have most of what I require from other sources. I just need you to confirm certain details. A mere trifle. No one need know of your involvement, and I would be most appreciative.”
“And if I refuse?” he asked nervously.
“I’m sure you and your hand will have a long and monogamous relationship,” Lucius drawled, making what Percy normally considered a comfort sound like a comedown. “Make no mistake,” Lucius continued, “we will find what we need. The only question is your part.”
Draco blew a gentle stream of air across his privates, making Percy gasp as it chilled skin still damp from Draco’s mouth. His erection noticeably grew with the attention, and Percy realised with a start how much he wanted this.
Percy closed his eyes and let his head fall back upon his pillow. “Ask your questions.” There. He could always lie to them or inform the authorities afterwards.
Draco once again engulfed Percy’s cock in his mouth. Wholly surrounded by the warmth and the wet, Percy bit his lower lip, it felt so good. But Draco did nothing more than hold him that way, his only movement a slight rise and fall with each breath. Succor would only come, he perceived, once he satisfied Lucius. And that meant actually paying attention to his questions. Which were already underway.
“You handle the Minister’s correspondence, do you not?”
“I do.”
“And you manage his schedule.”
“Yes.”
“And arrange events and appearances.”
“Quite.”
“Were you responsible for last month’s charity banquet?”
“I was.” Even under the circumstances, Percy couldn’t help puffing out his chest. He was proud of how it turned out.
“That was a splendid evening,” Lucius murmurred. “There were, what, two hundred attendees?”
“Three hundred ninety. Out of nearly five hundred invited.”
“Indeed.”
Percy realised with sudden clarity that Lucius already knew the turnout, and was testing him. But before he could consider the implications, Draco did something with his tongue that took his breath away. And before he had a chance to recover, Lucius was already awaiting his next answer.
The questions seemed utterly banal. His daily routine. Trivial minutia about his previous assignments. What kind of preparations did he make for the Russian minister’s visit. Who truly wrote that gracious thank you for Malfoy’s recent donation (he did). Whether he was present for this meeting with the goblins (he was not). Which were the most outlandish demands before that foreign summit. How often Fudge would rehearse his calendar with him to ensure he wouldn’t forget an appointment.
Not many people appreciated the minor triumphs and tribulations that assistantship entailed. Fewer still were interested in hearing the details. After all, if he did his job right, which he did, nobody should notice.
The questions kept coming.
And Percy wasn’t. All the while, Draco cupped Percy’s cock in his mouth. Every so often, he’d slide his tongue from side to side, or swirl it up and down, or he’d draw in his cheeks so the suction tightened around his shaft. And Percy would twitch or gasp or moan or flex. And once he had provoked some reaction, Draco would revert to a neutral repose. Then, after an indeterminate interval, he would do it again. Excruciatingly unpredictable. Percy could no more anticipate Draco’s moves than he could follow Lucius’.
Lucius walked around the room as he talked, often standing maddeningly out of sight behind the headboard. And something about Draco’s gaze made him uncomfortable. With nothing to look at, Percy closed his eyes, surrendering to the sounds and sensations.
He tried to focus, to ensure he gave away nothing confidential, but given the lateness of the hour, it wasn’t long before he began to drift off. His erection drooped and his mind wandered, until Draco’s tongue suddenly started moving and both came to attention. Lucius repeated the question.
“You helped organise the Triwizard tournament?”
He nodded. “Mmm-hmm.”
“You worked with Ludo Bagman?”
“Yeah.”
“What did you think of him?”
“A fool.” By now he had begun to mumble.
“And how long has he been owling with the Minister?”
“’bout two months.” Percy’s eyes flew open, realising his error just a moment too late. ‘Oh fuc-ngggh!’
“Easy, Draco. We don’t want him to come too quickly.” Draco’s tongue slowed to a metronomic flick - flick - flick - flick, back and forth across the sensitive underside of his cock. Percy twitched with every move as he tried to catch his breath. Not too quickly? He would either be in a puddle or in pain before much longer. But he didn’t dare let his guard down if Lucius was nosing about...
“Fudge and Bagman...” Lucius mused. “Oh, I already knew they were writing one another. You didn’t give that away.” The pat on the arm hardly felt reassuring. “I’m even aware they’re planning some private parley.”
Percy tried to stifle his gasp of surprise, or at least make it appear to be Draco’s fault.
“So why is Bagman risking a return?” It took Percy a few seconds to recognise this wasn’t rhetorical, but directed at him.
“I don’t know.”
“Don’t be tiresome!” Lucius snapped, looming over him. “I think we’ve established quite well that this is exactly your area of expertise. You can’t plead ignorance now.” For a brief moment, Draco’s teeth sank into the base of his cock -- it didn’t hurt, just a warning bite -- before he resumed his ministrations.
Percy tried to choose his words with care, but Draco’s tongue was playing havoc with his concentration.
“Bagman didn’t say. Wouldn’t put it in writing. Insisted it had to be done in person.”
“He must have offered something to convince Fudge to actually see him.”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“But he is coming to London.”
Barely audible, Percy whispered “yes.”
“When?”
Percy turned his head away and spoke to the wall. “Tomorrow morning.”
“It’s past midnight. Do you mean this morning or the next?”
“Today.”
Percy closed his eyes and held his breath. Time seemed to stop in the long pause that followed. Even Draco froze in mid-stroke. Percy didn’t mind. He wasn’t feeling terribly turned on any more.
Finally, he felt long leather-clad fingers run through his hair. “Are you expected to meet him?”
Percy never felt so grateful to be left out. “No. He would only see the Minister.” Lucius released his scalp.
“But you did work out his itinerary.”
“Yes.”
Lucius Summoned a chair to the bedside and took out a quill and notebook. “Tell me everything.”
Percy took a deep breath to calm himself and, when he shuddered doing so, another. He was exhausted, outnumbered and unarmed. They had him, quite literally, by the balls. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he pulled himself to a seated position, dislodging Draco, squared his shoulders and turned to face Lucius.
“After a final security check, the safe house will be connected to the Floo Network at 5:45 AM for precisely thirty minutes. The aurors will leave at that time. Bagman is expected to arrive from his undisclosed location shortly before six, Fudge slightly after from the Ministry. The two men will be alone for the morning; an assortment of pastries and beverages have been left for their convenience. At noon, the fireplace will be reconnected to send them lunch and in case they have any messages to get outside.”
It was just like any other daily briefing he gave the minister. He recited the order of events as matter-of-factly as possible. For the first time, neither Malfoy interrupted.
“...and finally, at a quarter to four, Bagman will depart using a Portkey he has already prepared. The minister will leave by Floo and the aurors will return shortly afterwards for one last sweep of the premises.”
Then Lucius hit him with a barrage of questions.
“Which safe house are they using?”
“I don’t know.”
“How many aurors will be there?”
“None while Bagman is around.”
“Who will be accompanying Bagman?”
“Nobody.”
“Who will be taking the call at noon?”
“Madam Bones.”
“Why are the aurors leaving the house?”
“Bagman insisted.”
“What other protection does the property have?”
“It’s a typical safe house, sir: Unplottable, anti-Apparition charms, a Secret Keeper... I’m sure the aurors will be casting wards.”
“Why so early?”
“Eastern European time.”
“Go over the schedule again.”
Percy could barely complete a sentence before Lucius demanded clarification. How much food was being left for their breakfast. Who would be serving lunch. Whether anyone would be taking notes.
And over and over again, he came back to the isolation, almost disbelieving.
“Won’t that be too little for... how many people again?”
“Only the two, sir.”
Lucius was trying so hard to find any weaknesses or deception that Percy wasn’t surprised when Draco stuck his head into his lap and started to suck him off once more. An added distraction. This was just another way to trip him up. So he would enjoy it for what it was.
And through it all, Percy’s story held.
Eventually, Lucius closed his notebook with a snap. “We have all we need from here.” He stood, and Draco hopped off the bed to join him. “Mister Weasley, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you. We should do this again sometime. Perhaps lunch?” Percy, seated on the bed, nodded noncommitally.
Lucius led Draco across the room for a muttered conversation. Percy tried to eavesdrop, but they were just out of earshot.
And at this point, he couldn’t be bothered. Percy had no idea of the hour, nor how much time had elapsed. He lay back down on the bed, pulling the sheets up to his shoulders. Exhaustion finally caught up with him. Percy knew he should do something about his raging erection, but he barely had the energy.
He reached down one hand. No head of blond hair this time. Just the familiar grab and pull of most nights. He needed lube, but didn’t feel like dealing with it. No way around it, tomorrow was going to hurt. A rash from the friction, and if he didn’t find some relief, the pain that would cause.
But with each stroke, his hand slowed; his grip loosened. Too hard to stay awake. He barely registered the loud crack of Apparition echoing in the the tiny flat.
And if that wasn’t enough to rouse him, how could he be expected to notice the shush of covers being removed, the squeak of the bedsprings shifting, the touch of his now-still arm being moved aside...
Even the voice, a low seductive purr, seemed little more than a dream. “Enervate.”
Percy opened his eyes, suddenly wide awake. From the foot of the bed, Draco chuckled. “Forget about me?”
Draco leaned over and swirled his tongue behind Percy’s balls, then licked a swift wet stripe all the way up to the tip of his cock.
Percy moaned and clenched his teeth, his hips jerking up for more.
“Scream for me, Weasley.”
The hoarse whisper barely penetrated Percy’s consciousness before Draco bent over again, furiously bobbing his head up and down Percy’s shaft.
Percy arched his neck, the exposed muscles quivering from the strain. His hands, useless, grasped and clutched at the mattress.
Percy couldn’t hold out long against this frantic pace, and Draco’s mouth became even more insistent, almost pulling the orgasm from him.
Percy came with a loud cry, but Draco kept sucking until all the spasms ceased.
Draco waited for Percy’s breathing to even out before gently releasing him. Percy’s body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his heart still pounding madly against his chest. Relations with his hand would never be the same.
Percy felt the mattress shift as Draco slid off the bed and started to tiptoe away.
“Wait,” he whispered, grabbing Draco’s sleeve. Draco stopped.
Woozily, using the table leg as leverage, Percy sat up. “Thank you.”
Percy picked up his glasses and put them on. He noticed Draco’s flinch as he reached for his wand, but chose to ignore it. Without Lucius, they were probably evenly matched, if he were inclined to fight. Instead, Percy just raised the lights so they could see more clearly.
Draco clearly seemed uncomfortable, hands in his pockets and looking uncertain of what to do next. An awkward silence fell upon the room.
“May I offer you something to drink?”
“What?”
“I’ve got milk, juice, tea... I might have something stronger if you’d...”
“Just... Water will be fine.”
Percy stood, stretching his back. He paused, glancing over towards his robes, then shrugged his shoulders and strode into the kitchen. What’s done is done, no sense acting all modest now.
When he returned with two tall glasses, Draco was perched on the edge of the bed rubbing the back of his neck. Percy handed him an ice water, then retreated to an adjacent chair to think.
It’s hard to appear poised and polished sitting on an unmade bed in rumpled robes. Draco’s hair was too fine to stick up like Potter’s, but it was still adorably mussed. He looked... hot, but more importantly, he looked approachable. How often would Percy get an opportunity like this?
Percy waited for Draco to put down his drink. “So.” His voice sounded unusually loud in the quiet room, so he lowered his voice. “May I return the favour?”
It took Draco a moment to understand what he was offering. “Favour?” he scoffed. “We didn’t do you any favours.”
“Then why...”
Draco shrugged. “It beat the alternatives.”
Percy considered that, then tried to clarify. “No, I meant after your father left.” He struggled to put the concept into words. “By that point, I was so far gone, you could’ve finished me off with a few strokes of your hand. Not that I’m complaining, mind.”
“A Malfoy always pays his debts.”
“Debt?”
“We had a deal, didn’t we?”
“As far as I’m concerned, any agreements I made were with your father, not you.”
Draco shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
Without further ado, Draco opened his robes, dropped his trousers, and undid the bottom two buttons of his shirt. Percy waited for him to finish undressing before realising that was all he intended to remove. Draco raised one eyebrow in a silent challenge, but Percy wouldn’t be the one to back down.
He fell to his knees and looked up into Draco’s face. Smirking, Draco pulled aside his shirt tails, giving Percy an unimpeded view of everything Draco thought relevant. Percy found himself nose to tip with the Malfoy family jewels.
Despite countless fantasies of such an occasion, Percy suddenly felt paralysed by the reality. He’d hardly picked the most nurturing of partners for his first time. What if he did something wrong? Draco had a reputation for cutting remarks, not kind ones.
But Draco was hard. Surely, this must mean more to him than mere business.
Tentatively, Percy licked the tip. Draco smelled of soap and sweat. Percy glanced up to see an expectant expression on Draco’s face. Fine.
Percy began to suck. Slowly at first, but with methodical precision he began to thrust deeper and harder, trying to establish a steady rhythm. It was much sloppier than he expected. Several times Draco’s tip wetly bobbed against Percy’s cheek until he caught it in his mouth again.
But, gradually, Percy gained control. And, with it, the confidence to swallow deeper.
Draco groaned. Startled, Percy flicked his gaze upwards, trying not to throw off his pace. Draco’s eyes were closed, his mouth somewhat slack. If anything, Draco all sweaty and dishevelled looked even hotter than his usual composed self. Percy stared, trying to fix the image in his memory, as he found himself getting turned on once more.
Stroking himself, Percy leaned in further. Too far this time. Draco’s tip pushed against the back of his throat. Percy started to gag.
Reflexively, he jerked his head back, teeth scraping Draco’s cock.
“Ow! What the fuck!”
Percy couldn’t reply, but the answer was obvious. He sat back on his haunches, coughing furiously. Hoping to avoid Draco’s scorn, he squeezed his eyes shut. Given his complexion, Percy knew his face was flushed. At least asphyxiation would disguise his mortification.
A gentle touch on the shoulder interrupted his recriminations. Surprised by the concern on Draco’s face, Percy let him press a cold cup into his unresisting hands. Percy stared dumbfoundedly. “It’ll help,” Draco nodded.
Swallowing his bile, Percy accepted it and drank the melting icewater, feeling some semblance of normalcy return.
Not that giving Malfoy a blowjob resembled anything remotely normal.
Draco seemed similarly ill-at-ease. “If you’ve had enough, we can stop.”
Percy answered by wrapping his lips around Draco’s cock. He wanted to finish this on his terms.
His focus narrowed to what was literally in front of his nose. While fingering Draco’s balls, Percy tongued and teased Draco’s shaft. Percy used Draco’s reactions as his guide, and Draco proved a most responsive partner.
“Sssuck...” he hissed, grabbing Percy’s head and pulling him closer.
Percy did his best to oblige. The way Draco fucked his face didn’t leave much room for finesse, but neither did he feel at risk of choking. Percy felt comfortable putting himself in Draco’s more experienced hands.
Then, without warning, Draco shoved him away. Draco came by his own hand, spilling over himself and the floor, while Percy could only watch disconnectedly.
He hadn’t been that bad, had he?
No reassurance seemed forthcoming from Draco, who lolled limply against the bedframe, eyes half-closed and a contented smile on his lips.
Percy was still trying to figure out what went wrong when Draco sighed and grabbed a handkerchief from the table.
“Not bad for a beginner,” Draco smirked. Percy schooled his expression while Draco mopped up, but apparently his confusion was obvious. “Relax. You were fine.”
“But at the end there...”
“Honestly, Weasley,” Draco threw him an exasperated look. “Did you want to choke again?”
A misunderstanding, then. Percy idly wondered where people learned the etiquette of casual sex. Draco was already putting his pants back on.
Percy stood and pulled on a dressing gown. “So, that’s it?”
Draco didn’t even look up. “What were you expecting?” he scoffed. “Candy and flowers?”
Percy’s fingers suddenly itched for his wand. “More like a threat to remain silent or a Memory charm.” Draco raised an eyebrow, and Percy shrugged. “Given the circumstances...”
Draco’s bark of laughter surprised Percy. “Where’s the benefit in that?” He gestured vaguely towards the window, where the first hints of sunrise could be seen. “I mean, it’s a little too late for you to warn anybody now.”
Draco, now fully dressed, gave Percy an appraising glance. “Besides, who here is more vulnerable to exposure?” Flushing, Percy pulled his robe closed. As Draco sauntered away to fix his hair, Percy sank back into his seat, listening numbly to the flirtatious coos of his mirror. As events caught up with him, Percy buried his head in his hands.
“Hey, don’t fall apart on me now.” Draco clapped Percy companionably on the shoulder. “Look at it this way,” he said in a tone meant to be comforting, “We had fun and nobody got hurt. Everyone came out ahead. And the next time my father calls on you...”
Percy’s voice cracked. “Next time?”
“Of course,” Draco replied automatically, then his eyes widened. “You didn’t think this was a one-off, did you?”
Percy made a sour face. “Blackmail?”
“Not necessarily.”
“Oh? How would you put it?”
“You have access; my father has influence. Working together could benefit you both.”
Draco chuckled. “And who knows. Play your cards right, and maybe we can do something like this again.”
Before Percy could start brooding again, Draco stood to leave, patting Percy on the cheek. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Percy, hon, you okay? That’s your third cup of coffee this morning!”
“Just tired, Agnes.” Percy smiled wanly at his coworker. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“Do you want to go home early? I can cover for you.”
“Thanks, but...”
“Hey, guys!” Oblivious as usual to the social niceties, Bertie Minton walked through the ongoing conversation to the water cooler. “Did you hear the news?”
Agnes rolled her eyes. “What is it this time, Bertie?”
“They captured Lucius Malfoy! Actually caught him in the act!”
“You don’t say,” Percy murmurred noncommitally.
“C’mon, dish!” Agnes squealed. “What happened?”
“Singlehandedly tried to attack the safe house this morning.”
“With all those aurors?”
“Yep. Just burst in, wand waving, and got hit with a half-dozen Stunning spells before he even crossed the threshhold.”
Percy sipped his coffee. “Imagine that...”
“What on earth was Malfoy thinking?” Agnes gaped. “That had to be the most secure site in all of Britain!”
“Must’ve been misinformed.”
“And Fudge was a witness,” Bertie added, “so there’s no way he can dismiss it this time.” Lucius’ culpability in last summer’s attack on the Department of Mysteries had been the subject of much discussion, as had the Minister’s partiality.
They were still digesting that when Bertie continued. “They think his kid may have been in on the plot, too.”
Percy’s eyes widened, but his voice remained casual. “On what grounds?”
“No clue, but Moody’s brought him in for questioning and you know what that means.”
Percy set his mug down by the sink. “You know, Agnes, I think I will take the afternoon off.”
“You take care of yourself, hon.”
“I’ll try.”
Percy walked down the halls with a preoccupied air that deterred conversation, then turned and headed into auror headquarters. Draco sat slumped in a chair, unnaturally still. Percy recognised last night’s robes, freshly stained with mud and grass. The bruise purpling his left cheek was also new. His expression was sullen and defiant... and scared. By the light of day, he hardly painted an attractive picture.
“Weasley,” Moody barked. “Come to gawk at the prisoner?”
Draco whipped his head around in surprise, though from the neck down he remained rigid. He opened his mouth but made no sound. Bound and Silenced, then. But Draco’s face was expressive enough not to need words. Hope battled with fear before settling into a wary expectancy.
Percy turned his back on the boy to give the auror in charge his full attention. “I came as soon as I heard.”
“Couldn’t wait ’til I turned in the paperwork?”
Percy smiled. “Something like that.”
“Well, you’ll have t’cool your heels for a while.” Moody overturned several pages to dig out the quill buried underneath them. “Bunch of bureaucratic nonsense,” he growled. “Gets in the way of real work. Back in my day, we didn’t worry about all this namby pamby nonsense...”
“Perhaps I could be of assistance?” Percy offered. He’d heard that rant far too often.
Moody studied him skeptically, then pushed several papers at him. “Here. See if I filled them in correctly before your office sends ’em back.”
Percy flipped through the forms. Property receipt for Draco’s wand. Custody without bail. Azkaban transfer... Percy gave a low whistle. “You have evidence?”
Moody passed him another sheet. Veritaserum request, only half-finished. “That should take care of it.”
Percy scanned the familiar form. “You’ve forgotten to list a reason.”
“What?”
Percy pointed to the appropriate line. “On what grounds are you requesting all this?”
“Reasonable cause. Boy was last seen yesterday with his father, and didn’t return home until this morning. He never came home and got no alibi.”
“That’s all?”
“Isn’t that enough?”
“Well, if that’s the case,” Percy set the stack of papers back on Moody’s desk, “these won’t be necessary.”
“Oh?” Moody’s eye stopped spinning and stared straight at him.
Meeting his gaze, Percy smiled. “Draco was with me last night.”
He then pivoted to face Draco, partially obscuring the auror’s view. “Oh darling, I know I asked you to keep our relationship a secret, but I couldn’t...” Percy wrung his hands and took a deep breath. “You do understand, don’t you?” After a heartstopping moment, Draco gave an infinitessimal nod.
“You?” Moody sputtered. “And Draco?”
Percy sighed dreamily. “Hard to believe, isn’t it?”
Percy’s smile faltered slightly under Moody’s unblinking gaze. “You could say that.”
Moody crossed his arms, his magical eye swiveling towards Draco. Percy fell back a half-step, putting one hand on Draco’s shoulder, though for whose comfort he couldn’t quite tell.
A cheery voice from the hallway broke their tableau. “Checked out his wand!” Then, noticing the company, the witch smiled. “Wotcher, Perce?”
Before Percy could return her greetings, Moody cut him off, snarling “Weasley claims to be Malfoy’s alibi for last night.”
“Oh?” She looked at Percy and Draco with dawning comprehension. “Ohhh.” A broad grin split her face.
“What did you find on the wand?”
Tonks shrugged. “Clean. Not a single Unforgivable.” At Moody’s dubious look, she added, “There has been a little spellcasting over the summer, but that’s not our department.”
“And,” Percy added, “that does not justify continued custody.” He walked back to Moody’s desk and picked up the stack of paperwork. “You may file these,” Percy dropped them in the waste bin, “here.”
When the spells were finally lifted, Percy enveloped Draco in a massive hug. Percy’s lips touched Draco’s ear, and he delighted in Draco’s shiver as he whispered those three little words he’d been longing to say:
“You owe me.”
“But, why?” Draco asked.
Percy chuckled softly, “As someone once told me, it beat the alternatives.”
On the whole, I’m feeling happy but insecure about this fic, so...
icarusancalion, who introduced me the joys of Percy-lovin’ and gave me the confidence and encouragement to write this.cedarlibrarian for reading and reviewing one of my early drafts: Your help was invaluable.yukipon’s artwork at Blood Sugar Sex Magic: Green Chair Draco and Lucius Malfoy (together in White Malfoys)
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