He's up for another late-night study session, but it's not surprising
because this has happened many times before. Percy has locked the door to
his room and is planning a sleepless night, locked away from the rest of
his family, but he knows it doesn't make any difference to them.
Percy concentrates completely on his work, focusing on the minutia that the Minister is so fond of as he writes, but Percy knows that this isn't what it used to be like – working at the Ministry, that is. He used to find pride in the kind words the Minister would extend to him, but he has long since moved passed those words. All he receives now are grunts, the only reminders that anyone realizes he exists at the Ministry, at home. There is no longer joy, but the necessity of keeping in the good graces of those above him. Percy has long since forgotten what it is like to smile a genuine smile. Each day is a constant struggle to please those around him, but that doesn't seem to be enough any more. His family looks at him with an air of disdain. Percy has always been the odd one out, but he is sure he senses hostility from his brothers, even Ginny – they'll never understand his plight.
Ron is thumbing through Quidditch Through the Ages for what has to be the fiftieth time. He's probably read it as many times as Harry, if not more. There's nothing else to do in the Burrow over holiday break, aside from homework, but he saves that until he needs an excuse not to go shopping with Molly and Ginny. Ron wonders why the family is home this holiday, anyway. He had wanted to stay at Hogwarts with Harry and Hermione, but he came home just in case.
As he stares at a picture of the Chudley Cannons' seeker doing a particularly good Wronski Feint, Ron realizes that there has never been anything that makes him happier than Quidditch. He still dreams of playing on the Gryffindor house team, but he has lost all hope. Ron knows he'll never be good enough in the eyes of his housemates because he never is.
Dinner is always an interesting affair at the Weasley household. Fred and George are offering Ginny various concoctions that promptly turn her hair green or cause her to projectile vomit. Ginny is enjoying their antics, though.
A fight breaks between Bill and Arthur, and for what is possibly the first time in their lives, Ron and Percy turn to each other and share an exasperated smile.
Ron knocks carefully on Percy's door, not wanting his older brother to be angry at the intrusion. The door swings open, creaking softly, and Ron steps inside. Ron can't remember the last time he's been in this room, since he and Percy have never really gotten along. The brothers seem to balance on a line of friendliness and distaste at all times.
Percy's room is in perfect order, which is not at all surprising. Books are alphabetized on shelves along the far well, his bed is perfectly made and even his desk is impeccable – quills are categorized by type of feather, and Ron has a feeling the inks are arranged by the order of the rainbow. Scrolls litter the surface in front of Percy, who is writing furiously, his brow furrowed. He bites his tongue, shoves a scroll to the left and pulls another in front of him.
"Do you need something, Ronald?" Percy asks, not looking up from his papers, writing as frenetically as ever.
"I just thought, well...you're not busy are you?" Ron fidgets under Percy's scrutinizing gaze, knowing the answer to his question.
"Yes."
Ron leaves just as carefully as he came.
Percy feels bad for distancing himself from his family, but he can't help it. His family is everything that he must get away from if he wishes to move up in the Ministry. This leads him to wonder if his effort is worth it, because he is certainly no longer enjoying his work, but he knows that one day....One day, he will be the Minister of Magic.
He wonders about Ron—Ron who always has so much fun with Harry and Hermione, Ron who always seems to have something to bicker about. Ron who always grumbles, but joins in all of the family activities, and when no one's looking actually gets along with Ginny. But Ron is just as exanimate as Percy these days. Percy wonders if Ron came to share his misery.
The next day, Ron knocks on Percy's door again. It swings open, creaking. Percy is still scribbling, trying to finish a seemingly endless pile of paperwork.
"Are you busy?" Ron wrings his hands, not really knowing why he seeks Percy's company.
"Yes."
Ron leaves as quietly as possible. He knows Percy doesn't feel bad about making him leave.
Ron sits in his room and pulls out his History of Magic notes. He has to write a two-foot scroll on the Goblin Rebellions of 986, but he doesn't care. History of Magic is a worthless subject; even Percy would have to agree. Perhaps he can copy Hermione's when he returns to Hogwarts. He only has three days left until the start of term.
At lunch, the twins are still acting up but Molly is smiling at all of her children – all six sons and a daughter. She is pleased with her family. She knows that very soon things will take a turn for the worse, but for now she is content to eat with her loved ones. Molly looks across the table at Ron and Percy, and notices that they share identical faces of discontent. Molly is concerned, but chalks it up to missing Hogwarts.
Knocking on Percy's door has become habit for Ron. The door opens hastily this time but Percy is not at his desk writing papers. Nor is he rearranging his shelves. Instead, Ron finds him on the bed, shirt pulled up and pants pulled down just slightly. Percy is panting, his face red, hair askew and his back not even touching the bed, obviously enjoying himself immensely. Ron blushes and shuts the door quickly.
Percy doesn't even notice the intrusion.
Ron finds that there is one unfortunate side effect to seeing someone masturbate. Shutting and locking his rickety door, Ron walks to his bed, his erection already uncomfortable. He lays down and sheds his clothing. Ron relieves himself quickly.
Percy can hear the moaning from his room. He half wishes Ron would use a silencing spell and half wishes that they could be together. Percy knows he shouldn't be having these thoughts, but he can't seem to stop them any more.
Breakfast is relatively subdued, and everyone is tired as they eat. Molly doesn't worry about any her children because they all look horrible at this hour of the morning.
Ron doesn't knock this time. He is hoping Percy will be at it again, but he is not. His older brother is at the desk again, but the pile of paperwork has shrunk considerably. The pens are as neatly arranged as always, and Ron was right – the inks are arranged by color.
Percy greets him at the door, and Ron notices the mistletoe. Before he can consider why Percy has mistletoe hanging above his door, he is shocked by the sensation of lips upon his own. It is a pleasant feeling that he has never felt, not those times with Hermione or Lisa, nor the few with Harry. Ron has some vague idea of what fireworks are, and he's pretty sure they're going off behind his eyelids.
It seems like Percy has been waiting his whole life for this kiss. Ron isn't talented, but he makes up for that with passion. Ron moans into Percy's mouth. Percy pulls his brother further into the room and shuts the door, but Percy knows that he cannot let this go any further, as much as he wishes to. He gently shoves Ron, who pouts silently.
Ron leaves, trembling slightly, and shuts the door.
Percy knows he'll be back. It's a hard habit to break.
Percy concentrates completely on his work, focusing on the minutia that the Minister is so fond of as he writes, but Percy knows that this isn't what it used to be like – working at the Ministry, that is. He used to find pride in the kind words the Minister would extend to him, but he has long since moved passed those words. All he receives now are grunts, the only reminders that anyone realizes he exists at the Ministry, at home. There is no longer joy, but the necessity of keeping in the good graces of those above him. Percy has long since forgotten what it is like to smile a genuine smile. Each day is a constant struggle to please those around him, but that doesn't seem to be enough any more. His family looks at him with an air of disdain. Percy has always been the odd one out, but he is sure he senses hostility from his brothers, even Ginny – they'll never understand his plight.
Ron is thumbing through Quidditch Through the Ages for what has to be the fiftieth time. He's probably read it as many times as Harry, if not more. There's nothing else to do in the Burrow over holiday break, aside from homework, but he saves that until he needs an excuse not to go shopping with Molly and Ginny. Ron wonders why the family is home this holiday, anyway. He had wanted to stay at Hogwarts with Harry and Hermione, but he came home just in case.
As he stares at a picture of the Chudley Cannons' seeker doing a particularly good Wronski Feint, Ron realizes that there has never been anything that makes him happier than Quidditch. He still dreams of playing on the Gryffindor house team, but he has lost all hope. Ron knows he'll never be good enough in the eyes of his housemates because he never is.
Dinner is always an interesting affair at the Weasley household. Fred and George are offering Ginny various concoctions that promptly turn her hair green or cause her to projectile vomit. Ginny is enjoying their antics, though.
A fight breaks between Bill and Arthur, and for what is possibly the first time in their lives, Ron and Percy turn to each other and share an exasperated smile.
Ron knocks carefully on Percy's door, not wanting his older brother to be angry at the intrusion. The door swings open, creaking softly, and Ron steps inside. Ron can't remember the last time he's been in this room, since he and Percy have never really gotten along. The brothers seem to balance on a line of friendliness and distaste at all times.
Percy's room is in perfect order, which is not at all surprising. Books are alphabetized on shelves along the far well, his bed is perfectly made and even his desk is impeccable – quills are categorized by type of feather, and Ron has a feeling the inks are arranged by the order of the rainbow. Scrolls litter the surface in front of Percy, who is writing furiously, his brow furrowed. He bites his tongue, shoves a scroll to the left and pulls another in front of him.
"Do you need something, Ronald?" Percy asks, not looking up from his papers, writing as frenetically as ever.
"I just thought, well...you're not busy are you?" Ron fidgets under Percy's scrutinizing gaze, knowing the answer to his question.
"Yes."
Ron leaves just as carefully as he came.
Percy feels bad for distancing himself from his family, but he can't help it. His family is everything that he must get away from if he wishes to move up in the Ministry. This leads him to wonder if his effort is worth it, because he is certainly no longer enjoying his work, but he knows that one day....One day, he will be the Minister of Magic.
He wonders about Ron—Ron who always has so much fun with Harry and Hermione, Ron who always seems to have something to bicker about. Ron who always grumbles, but joins in all of the family activities, and when no one's looking actually gets along with Ginny. But Ron is just as exanimate as Percy these days. Percy wonders if Ron came to share his misery.
The next day, Ron knocks on Percy's door again. It swings open, creaking. Percy is still scribbling, trying to finish a seemingly endless pile of paperwork.
"Are you busy?" Ron wrings his hands, not really knowing why he seeks Percy's company.
"Yes."
Ron leaves as quietly as possible. He knows Percy doesn't feel bad about making him leave.
Ron sits in his room and pulls out his History of Magic notes. He has to write a two-foot scroll on the Goblin Rebellions of 986, but he doesn't care. History of Magic is a worthless subject; even Percy would have to agree. Perhaps he can copy Hermione's when he returns to Hogwarts. He only has three days left until the start of term.
At lunch, the twins are still acting up but Molly is smiling at all of her children – all six sons and a daughter. She is pleased with her family. She knows that very soon things will take a turn for the worse, but for now she is content to eat with her loved ones. Molly looks across the table at Ron and Percy, and notices that they share identical faces of discontent. Molly is concerned, but chalks it up to missing Hogwarts.
Knocking on Percy's door has become habit for Ron. The door opens hastily this time but Percy is not at his desk writing papers. Nor is he rearranging his shelves. Instead, Ron finds him on the bed, shirt pulled up and pants pulled down just slightly. Percy is panting, his face red, hair askew and his back not even touching the bed, obviously enjoying himself immensely. Ron blushes and shuts the door quickly.
Percy doesn't even notice the intrusion.
Ron finds that there is one unfortunate side effect to seeing someone masturbate. Shutting and locking his rickety door, Ron walks to his bed, his erection already uncomfortable. He lays down and sheds his clothing. Ron relieves himself quickly.
Percy can hear the moaning from his room. He half wishes Ron would use a silencing spell and half wishes that they could be together. Percy knows he shouldn't be having these thoughts, but he can't seem to stop them any more.
Breakfast is relatively subdued, and everyone is tired as they eat. Molly doesn't worry about any her children because they all look horrible at this hour of the morning.
Ron doesn't knock this time. He is hoping Percy will be at it again, but he is not. His older brother is at the desk again, but the pile of paperwork has shrunk considerably. The pens are as neatly arranged as always, and Ron was right – the inks are arranged by color.
Percy greets him at the door, and Ron notices the mistletoe. Before he can consider why Percy has mistletoe hanging above his door, he is shocked by the sensation of lips upon his own. It is a pleasant feeling that he has never felt, not those times with Hermione or Lisa, nor the few with Harry. Ron has some vague idea of what fireworks are, and he's pretty sure they're going off behind his eyelids.
It seems like Percy has been waiting his whole life for this kiss. Ron isn't talented, but he makes up for that with passion. Ron moans into Percy's mouth. Percy pulls his brother further into the room and shuts the door, but Percy knows that he cannot let this go any further, as much as he wishes to. He gently shoves Ron, who pouts silently.
Ron leaves, trembling slightly, and shuts the door.
Percy knows he'll be back. It's a hard habit to break.