You need to loosen up
Words: 322
Rating: T
Percy Ignatius Weasley was an uptight prude, and there was no ifs ands or buts about it. He sat there for the third year in a row at the Christmas party his parents decided to throw, knowing the he wasn't widely accepted by the rest of his family, but at least everyone was trying. He sat on the same couch year after year and drank the same non-alcoholic eggnog and wasn't likely to change any time soon, or so he thought.
Luna Lovegood was a bright and bubbly girl who lit up a room when she walked in. At some point or another, every Weasley had a small crush on her, but Percy was the only one who was indifferent. She didn't mind, in fact, she was rather used to his coldness toward her, but now she had a glass of eggnog that Fred and George had made, so she had a bit of liquid courage in her system. She sauntered over to Percy's couch and sat down next to him. "Hello Percival," she said with her dreamy voice.
"Hello Luna, how are you?" he asked cordially.
"I'm fine, but I was wondering if I might ask you to escort me to your room," she said simply.
"Why in Merlin's name would you want me to do that?"
"Well, you need to get laid, and I think I can help you out with that," she explained, standing up from her seat on the couch. "Now are you gonna show me your room or not?"
"I guess," he said, getting up and offering her his arm. They walked up to his room and locked the door. The Weasley children looked up at each other, and shook their heads. They couldn't believe that the only Weasley Luna had slept with would now be Percy. And she did make sure he had a good time, considering all the moaning that came from his unsilenced room.
