His Shining Penny - Percy Weasley x Penelope Clearwater

A/N: Hello fanfiction citizens xd I know it's been a while with ILYGD! but I've had school on and I saw this Fanfiction competition and I decided to go for it because they're all one shots. The first round was a pairing that wasn't explicitely mentioned in the books and movies, and the Admin who was running the competition allowed Percelope, so here's Percelope for you xd The third round hasn't run yet, but I'll explain that odd pairing in the next one-shot

Percy Weasley smiled at his reflection. It'd been a while since he could have this peace, this quiet, away from his brothers and sister. It was incredibly welcoming.

"Percy~"

"HOW DID YOU GET INTO THE PREFECTS' BATHROOM?!" yelled Percy, eyes wide behind his glasses, his heart stopping for just a brief moment. Just a brief one. He swallowed and took a deep breath. There was no one there.

"I'm going crazy," he chuckled, though unnerved nonetheless.

"Hey, Perc-yy~"

"Don't turn around. There's no one there. Fred and George don't know the password. Ginny and Ron are probably playing around in a courtyard some far distance away. Or getting reprimanded. Or doing their homework. Pfft. As if."

"Why're you mumbling all to yourself?" asked a voice. A voice that made Percy's heart skip a beat. His breathing faltered, just for a brief moment.

"I- Uh, I guess I-"

The voice laughed, its happy echo ringing throughout the pristine and spacious bathroom. The mermaid in the window lifted her head for a moment, found nothing of interest, and laid her golden head back down onto the rock, slumbering peacefully. Percy immediately grew nervous, his palms growing sweaty.

"I'm uhm. Practising."

"For what?" asked the voice, sounding closer this time. Percy took a sharp breath.

"F-For uhm. Uh. For when I become Head Boy."

"... Hmm... Interesting thought," said the voice, again closer. Percy inched forward, his heart beating louder and faster than normal. This wasn't happening. There was no way this was happening. He must've hit his head. Yeah. During one of Fred and George's pranks. That must be it.

If it's not real, a voice whispered in Percy's mind, then why don't you turn around?

Percy gripped the sides of the porcelain sink in front of him. He hadn't dared look in the mirror, or else he would panic. Panicking wasn't a very good thing to do. In any situation. Particularly in this situation. In a large... spacious... bathroom. With that voice.

"You know," said the voice, stepping closer and closer with each syllable. "I wonder when the next Hogsmeade weekend will be."

"N-N-N-Next H-Hogsmeade weekend?" asked Percy, his knees shaking, sweat pouring from his hands in nervousness. Why am I acting like this? he thought furiously but the voice spoke again before he could man up and stand up properly and face the owner of this voice.

"Yeah. It'd be fun to go out somewhere with friends again."

Percy tried to steady himself.

"I-I suppose."

One more step and he'd lose it. He'd turn around a-and-

"Percy?"

The voice sounded a bit further away this time. Or maybe it was lower. A whisper maybe?

"Y-Yes?"

"Turn around for me?"

"...Why?"

"I-... I just want to see your face."

Percy's breathing quickened.

"Er-"

"Please, Percy, just do it for me."

The voice sounded desperate.

Why did it sound desperate? It was just Percy's face. It wasn't like it was a particularly spectacular face in the first place, either. Although he wasn't ugly, he wasn't hot either. Unlike the owner of that voice...

"Please."

Percy turned slowly. He ought to. You know. Just for her. Just for Penelope Clearwater. For the one who sailed through his dreams, with her laugh, her voice, her eyes, her hair, her charisma, her straight, perfect teeth...

Those teeth smiled at Percy now, even though tears were trailing down her face. Her beautiful face. Concern flashed across Percy's own face.

"What's wrong, Penelope?"

"Just kiss me, dammit."

Percy faltered for a moment. Did he hear that right? Was she actually here, saying this to him? Hang on, didn't the man make the first move?

By the time Percy's last thought finished implanting itself in his brain, Penelope Clearwater had crossed the distance between him and grabbed a hold of his shirt, the intensity burning oh-so-brightly in her sparkling blue eyes. Suddenly adrenaline took hold of Percy and for reasons unbeknownst to him, he gently held her thin shoulders, leant down and kissed her with such gentle passion that she gasped and threaded her fingers in Percy's red hair, dislodging his glasses. Fire seemed to burn in Percy's veins, his heart beating a hundred miles per second, his breathing heavy. He wrapped his arms around her lithe waist as she pressed her lips against his - gentle, yet firm and it felt. Far. Too. Good.

The longer they kissed, the more passion seemed to run through them and the more heated their kiss became. Their kiss seemed to last ages, and Percy wanted it to go on forever. Just this moment. With her. With his shining Penny.