A/N Written for the Weekly Pairings Drabble Challenge.
Prompts: -Percy/Charlie -Christmas
A Very Weasley Christmas
Christmas rolled around quickly this year, Percy noted, taking a sip from his sixth butter beer. The air was laced with alcohol and cheer, and the scent of Christmas dinner still lingered in peoples' nostrils. Percy enjoyed having family around, even though he would never admit it to them. He knew they were only going to be sticking around for a little while longer; an hour at the most, he assumed. He knew that he should probably go over and talk to some of his relatives, but even the thought of moving made him feel ill. He placed his hand on his forehead and tried to stop himself from seeing the whole world spinning around him.
He took mental note of where all of his family were. Ron was sat on one of the armchairs, Hermione and Harry sitting crossed-legged on either side of him. The twins were in the kitchen, he reckoned, associating the enormous ruckus coming from the next room with them. He was even more sure it was them when he heard his mother shouting expletives. His dad was entertaining guests, holding up a rubber duck in his hand. There was a strange boy sat on the sofa in the living room - one whom he had never seen before - yet all mysterious cleared up in his mind once he saw his sister walk over to him, canoodling with the boy on the love seat. He knew that Bill wasn't able to make the occasion, so that left him with one Weasley unaccounted for. Four out of the six was good enough for him, and so he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.
. . .
The party finished at a little after midnight. He only knew this because shortly after the chiming of the clock he was being carried up the stairs. He'd argue that he was able to walk himself, but he knew that if he ended up being put down then he'd make a fool of himself, and that was something that he never did.
They entered Percy's room, and the boy was placed down in his bed. Percy opened his eyes now, after what seemed like an eternity, and his eyes filled with immediate awe. Before him, standing beside the wooden bed, was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Percy was never one to engage in romantic activity with anybody. Most put it down to him being particularly frigid, but Percy put it down to him being a little shy.
With a pit of alcohol swimming within him, and a new-found confidence swelling, he smiled. He sat up, giving himself a moment or two to stop the nausea racing through his body, and pulled himself to stand.
"Hey, baby," he whispered, dragging his fingers across the girl's arm. Before the girl had an opportunity to respond, Percy's lips latched onto her's. Bliss fell over Percy. So much so that he became incredibly confused when he got pushed away and landed on his side.
"What the hell?" the girl exclaimed.
And then it dawned on Percy.
It wasn't a girl.
Shit. He looked up. Charlie.
He blushed.