Disclaimer: I own nothing. Written for fun, not profit. All characters
owned by JK Rowling.
Warnings: Slashy content. Deathfic. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Set in the Christmas of Harry's fifth year, assuming that everyone spends the holiday in the Burrow. A combination of a response to the Homophobic Wizarding World Challenge and a Christmas fic. One shot; short.
Christmas Day. I always dread it.
The house is so full of bustle and noise. This year, we are all at home, and so are Harry and Hermione. Eleven people all under one roof. It is chaos.
I'm not good with large groups of people; I find them intimidating. So, as always, I am on the sidelines, watching as everyone else has a good time. Perfect Percy, the Weasley who doesn't 'fit in'. Always the odd one out. No fun, no sense of humour, cares more about his career than them. That's how they think about me, though it isn't true.
But they could think even worse of me, if they knew the truth. How I feel about Oliver. I'm gay. I can't imagine how they would react if they found out; never want them to find out. I never want Oliver to find out. He's my best friend, one of few. If he knew, he would never speak to me again. I couldn't bear it.
In the midst of the noise, I hear the twins mention the one thing I had been hoping they wouldn't. "Did you hear about Macnair?" George cried out, giggling hysterically. "Talk about overcompensation!" added Fred, with a cackle. The whole family joined in with their laughter. Except me.
"Its shocking," I hear my father say. "I never thought I would see the day one of them was working in the Ministry." He shakes his head with disgust. "Who was the other man, Dad?" asks Bill. "Goyle," he answers. "He worked for Malfoy, who sacked him straight away. Doesn't want to be associated with that kind of thing, unsurprisingly. I wouldn't myself."
I pale, the shame rising in me. If they knew. they would be disgusted with me, hate me even more than what they do. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about any of our boys getting up to anything like that!" exclaims my mother. "You're awfully quiet, Perce. What's wrong, is Perfect Percy a bender?" George asks, as everyone howls with laughter. I struggle to keep my composure, and reply "No, George. I just feel that none of you are taking this matter seriously enough- it is a terrible embarrassment to the Ministry after all." With this, I retreat to my bedroom.
When Molly Weasley found him the next morning, her scream woke the entire household.
Warnings: Slashy content. Deathfic. If any of this bothers you, please don't read.
A/N: Set in the Christmas of Harry's fifth year, assuming that everyone spends the holiday in the Burrow. A combination of a response to the Homophobic Wizarding World Challenge and a Christmas fic. One shot; short.
Christmas Day. I always dread it.
The house is so full of bustle and noise. This year, we are all at home, and so are Harry and Hermione. Eleven people all under one roof. It is chaos.
I'm not good with large groups of people; I find them intimidating. So, as always, I am on the sidelines, watching as everyone else has a good time. Perfect Percy, the Weasley who doesn't 'fit in'. Always the odd one out. No fun, no sense of humour, cares more about his career than them. That's how they think about me, though it isn't true.
But they could think even worse of me, if they knew the truth. How I feel about Oliver. I'm gay. I can't imagine how they would react if they found out; never want them to find out. I never want Oliver to find out. He's my best friend, one of few. If he knew, he would never speak to me again. I couldn't bear it.
In the midst of the noise, I hear the twins mention the one thing I had been hoping they wouldn't. "Did you hear about Macnair?" George cried out, giggling hysterically. "Talk about overcompensation!" added Fred, with a cackle. The whole family joined in with their laughter. Except me.
"Its shocking," I hear my father say. "I never thought I would see the day one of them was working in the Ministry." He shakes his head with disgust. "Who was the other man, Dad?" asks Bill. "Goyle," he answers. "He worked for Malfoy, who sacked him straight away. Doesn't want to be associated with that kind of thing, unsurprisingly. I wouldn't myself."
I pale, the shame rising in me. If they knew. they would be disgusted with me, hate me even more than what they do. "Well, at least we don't have to worry about any of our boys getting up to anything like that!" exclaims my mother. "You're awfully quiet, Perce. What's wrong, is Perfect Percy a bender?" George asks, as everyone howls with laughter. I struggle to keep my composure, and reply "No, George. I just feel that none of you are taking this matter seriously enough- it is a terrible embarrassment to the Ministry after all." With this, I retreat to my bedroom.
When Molly Weasley found him the next morning, her scream woke the entire household.