Written for fan-freak121's 100 Different Pairings Competition.

Prompt: Nightmare

Pair: Percy W. /T. Rowle

Word-count: 471


"You do not have to worry, Weasley." Fudge leaned against Percy's desk. "We know you're not like them."

Percy fumbled with a quill. "Thank you, Minister."

"And I'm sure they will turn to the right side eventually."

"I sure hope so! This, this nonsense Dumbledore and that Potter boy are talking about is just horrible and that my parents believe it is just, just mortifying. It's a nightmare."

"Calm down, Weasley. Like I said; no need to worry. You are doing a terrific job."

"Thank you so much…" Percy made a bowing movement in his chair.

Fudge put on his hat, even though if the summer was hot. "Have a good afternoon, Weasley."

"Have a good afternoon too, sir! Have a wonderful afternoon!"

Fudge walked out of the small office, but then stopped. "Rowle, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, sir, just stretching my legs."

"Here?"

"Um, yes, sir."

Fudge shrugged. "Well, I'll see you around, Rowle", he said and walked down the corridor, crooning.

Rowle glowered at him and then stuck his head into Percy's office.

"Were you eavesdropping?" Percy spat.

"Of course not." Rowle seemed to be even larger in the small room. "I just couldn't help but hearing, since the door was open…"

Percy snorted.

"Family trouble, Weasley?"

"Not any of your business, Rowle."

"I know what is like", Rowle said and sat down in front of Percy, placed his large hands on the desk. "My family is the same, doesn't quite understand how dangerous people like Dumbledore and Potter really are. And I have to fight against it, every single day. We're not bad men because our fathers are." Rowle smiled. "You seem to be quite the man, working directly under the Minister and all."

Percy couldn't stop his ears from becoming red, which made Rowle's smile turn into a grin.

"I'm not messing with you, if that's what you're thinking", Rowle said.

Percy ruckled. "Actually, I did found it hard to believe."

"Why?" Rowle leaned over the table and all the paperwork.

"I…" Percy shrugged, but then met Rowle's eyes. "I…"

"I think you are an amazing man, Percy. Hard worker, smart, handsome…"

Percy's mouth went dry, his ears pounded from the blood rush. "What are you implying?" he said and tried to sound confident, but his voice was nothing more than a squeak.

"Oh, I think you know…" Rowle's lips were just one inch away from Percy's, his hot breath spread across Percy's face and throat.

Percy didn't stop Rowle, he just melted into the kiss, let Rowle's hand grip around his neck, pull him closer. But the Rowle suddenly stopped, stood up. Wiped off his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Actually, I am messing with you, Weasley." He winked, and then left the office.

Percy had never felt so out of control.