Fandom: Harry Potter
Author: Alix the Alien Cyborg
Rating: T
Pairing(s): Charlie x Percy
Warnings: incest, yaoi

Do you ever write something, and then look back on it months later and wince at its sheer awfulness? Thank God no one on here actually knows who I am, or I'd be way too ashamed to post this.

This is just a little something I scrawled up-yes, on actual paper-one night. It's fairly awful. I seriously need to stop writing drabblets about stuff I don't ship. Also, it was forever ago, and (I hope) my writing has improved since then.
In the books, everyone seems to hate Percy. Clearly, I don't own them.
Reviews are loved, constructive criticism is the food of life, and flames will be used to light the stove aforementioned food of life is cooked on. Because, you know, everyone uses wood-burning stoves nowadays.

Anyways, on to the fic!

Wrong

My lover creeps towards me, through the still house. Gently squeaking floorboards echo in the quiet night. He steps towards me, graceful but hesitant, afraid to be caught. He wraps me in the folds of his arms, and we kiss, passionately. Fireworks dance behind our closed eyelids, and I know it is wrong. He is wrong, we are wrong, and when the daylight comes I will regret every moment, every feather-light touch and burning kiss. We fall onto the bed, and my heads screams wrong, wrong wrong wrong, but my fingers take a life of their own and slip his shirt off his smooth chest. His freckles seem to glow in the faint moonlight, uncountable, almost matching my own dusting of freckles. The word wrong echoes through my brain again, and I find it ironic that I, rule-follower and goody-two-shoes, should find myself in such an act, so heinous a crime, and unable to stop. Allowing, no, asking for him to come night after night.

During the day we pretend nothing is different, that we are as platonic as always. But he knows, and I know. That will never change.

The way Charlie whispers "Percy..." in my ear makes that all seem to go away.