He appeared in his living room with a loud pop. He saw Hermione sitting on the couch, crying. Her head shot up when she heard him, and she tried to wipe the tears from her eyes. They stared at each other for a moment, unblinking, unmoving. Percy turned on his heel and walked to his room.
"Are you coming? I thought you wanted to explain," he snapped at her.
She got up and followed him silently. He shut the door to his room and took his time putting up silencing charms, trying to give himself a moment to get his temper under control. He had never been more angry at anyone in his whole life.
"Percy, I know that you're angry at me, but please hear me out," she begged when he finished.
He nodded for her to continue, not trusting his voice.
"I don't know where to start," she began, haltingly. "It was such a bad idea to get involved with him, I knew it was, but I didn't…I mean, I didn't…" she took a deep breath and started over. "I met Draco for the first time since Hogwarts about 8 months ago. I was horribly drunk, it was some 'girls night' that Ginny had dragged me to, and I decided to get absolutely plastered. He literally ran into me, almost knocking me over, and offered to buy me a drink to make up for it. We chatted for a long time until we went back to his place," she looked and Percy guiltily. "It was just supposed to be a one night stand, though that's not much of a defense, I realize. But then I ran into him a week later and it happened again. Before I realized it, we were meeting regularly once or twice a week. It was nothing to me, not even a relationship, just…friends with benefits, I suppose," she sniffed loudly. "And that was enough for me. We kept it secret, no one knew besides us, and I liked it that way. It was my own personal rebellion from all the responsibility that I had."
She looked down at the floor before she spoke again. "Things started to go downhill when he wanted to see me more often and make our 'relationship' public. He kept saying that he had feelings for me, that he wanted to take me on a date, a real date," she shook her head, "but I didn't want that. We fought about it all the time, and I finally relented when he begged me to go away for a week with him and try it out, give 'us' a chance. He said that if I didn't change my mind after that, that he would back off."
Percy's mind was reeling. A one night stand? Friends with benefits? His anger was radiating off him as she spoke, and it took every ounce of control in him to not run off and beat the crap out of Malfoy. How could she be with him? He was furious with Hermione, at Hermione, but he couldn't even process that right now. He just stood there in stony silence as she finished her story.
"So I went with him. It was nice for a while, but my mind was made up. On the last night, the shit hit the fan. I overheard a floo conversation he was having with the VP of his company. Malfoy said that he'd almost convinced me to go public with him, and how they could expect a 15% increase in profits from having my name associated with his," she scowled as she remembered.
"I was so furious that I started packing immediately. He came into our room and asked why I was leaving. I screamed at him for using me, whoring me out for his profit," she spat bitterly. "It was the worst fight I've ever had. He was yelling at me, telling me that he only used me for a quick shag, and was going to leave me at that, but when he saw the potential for making more money, he exploited it." she laughed harshly. "Trust me, Percy, it was a feeble attempt to save his ego. Yes, he wanted the money I would generate, but he also cared about me. In the end, it was that combination that caused me to grab my suitcase and run out of the hotel."
She looked at him. "I've never made a worse mistake, I know getting involved with him was a disaster. I was using him, and he was using me. It all went wrong very quickly. I'm not heartbroken over this, I'm not doubting my self-worth, I don't want to go back to him. I saw that he was right about my popularity, and I wanted to help Arthur and your family so badly, that I ran with this harebrained idea before I had thought about Malfoy and our timeline. And I'm dreadfully sorry about that," she caught his eyes and held them. "I'm so so so sorry, Percy. This is all my fault, and I will make this right. We'll figure something out so that it doesn't hurt your father."
That shook him out of his stupor. "My father?" he asked without feeling. "Of course you're worried about him." He snorted and shook his head with anger.
"Of course I am, this is not going to look good for him."
"And what about me?" he demanded. "Are you going to worry about me?"
"I don't understand, we're not actually dating, why are you getting so angry?" she asked.
"Because I wanted this to be real!" he roared, totally losing control for the first time in his life. "Because I found that the more time I spent with you, the more I want to be with you. You're the only thing that matters to me right now," he allowed his emotions to pour out of him.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he continued. "I've never felt like this before, you're all I can think about. I can't even sleep when you're not around! Every time I'm with you, my heart is racing and I can hardly keep my wits about me," he shook with anger and desire. His hands were balled into fists, his breathing labored.
"You told me I was 'so good' at acting, but it was never an act. I've wanted to be with you since we were kids and I suppose I was delusional to think that you could ever want to be with me. I'm so fucking stupid to think that you would ever be with me," he narrowed his eyes at her.
"Percy," she whispered. He couldn't take it anymore, and he couldn't listen to her rejecting him. Without thinking, he strode up to her with two large steps and jammed his lips on hers. The reaction was instantaneous, she moaned his name, and opened her mouth to allow his tongue access. He shoved her against the wall and ran his hands all over her body. She kept moaning into him and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Their tongues were vying for dominance when he felt her hands push his jacket and tie off, and start undoing the buttons of his shirt. His hands moved to the back of her dress and with one move he unzipped it and pushed it towards the floor. He didn't even have time to admire her in only her matching black lace bra and panties, as his shirt was being forced off his torso and her now freed legs were wrapping around his body.
He moaned loudly and rubbed his impossibly hard member against her wet knickers. She screamed in frustration and began to claw his back with her nails. He took a step away from the wall, supporting all of her weight and threw her on the bed. The loss of contact made her whimper and in a moment he was on her again. Her hands ran through his hair while he was rubbing her breasts. She left his swollen mouth to trail searing kissing down his neck and chest. He flipped them around so that she was on top, and snaked his hands around her back to unclasp her bra.
Percy took no time to appreciate the gorgeous sight in front of him. He was acting on pure instinct and desire. He took one nipple in his mouth and teased it with his tongue. Hermione groaned and she pushed against him even more. His mouth was moving again, making her other nipple hard, and his hands moved lower, to her waist.
Her small hands were making quick work of his trousers, undoing the belt and button with ease. She slid the zipper down and rubbed her hand against his arousal, moving back and forth with a rhythm that made his moan with pleasure. She ripped the rest of his trousers off and had slipped her hand into his boxers. He grunted with desire, and squirmed under her talented ministrations. He thrust with her hand, so close to cumming that he was afraid he would erupt in that moment. He didn't want that, so with a smirk, he flipped her back over. Now on top, he pulled her knickers off. Her legs parted immediately and he plunged his finger into her. She gasped for breath and arched against him, bucking slightly as he flicked her sensitive nub.
"I need you now!" she grunted.
Suddenly he felt as if someone had tossed cold water on him. He instantly scrambled away from her, struggling to release himself from her grasp. He couldn't do this. He didn't want her if she didn't care about him. He wasn't going to be some random shag, like Malfoy. Desire gave way to anger again, and he felt the fury pulse through him. His head was roaring, and he felt slightly nauseous at the loss of control he just had.
"No! No, no, no!" he panted to her shocked face. "I'm leaving. Tonight. Now." he tore at the clothes in his closet, grabbing the first things his hand touched. "Leave me alone. I can't…" he couldn't finish his thought, let alone his sentence. He ran into the bathroom and threw his clothes on. He burst back into his bedroom to grab his wand. Hermione hadn't moved from her spot on the bed, she was just staring at him as if he'd slapped her.
He snatched his wand off his dresser and stormed out.
…..
I own nothing, it's all JKR.
I've never written anything like this, please let me know what you think! Thank you for reading!
