At two-thirty Percy took his time packing up his things, and he walked calmly toward the Leaky Cauldron. He wasn't even sure if she would be there, but even if she wasn't, he thought practically, he could use a quiet place to figure out his feelings for awhile.

The roads were quiet as he walked, typical at this hour on a weekday. Most muggles didn't leave work for another two hours or so. It was a sunny day, not hot. Very, very windy and occasionally a cloud would pass in front of the sun, casting a gentle, white glow on the world.

When he walked into the Leaky Cauldron, she was already there. She'd cast open the windows so that the room was filled with the breeze, and the curtains flapped silently in the wind. He dropped his bag on the floor, a good foresight, for as soon as she laid eyes on him she leapt forward out of her seat and wrapped her arms around him, bringing her lips to his.

"Now wait a moment," said Percy, breathing heavily and pushing her away with all his might. "We need to talk about this."

"About what?" she said backing away slowly.

"About," he began, advancing on her heavily and feeling slightly intoxicated. "this," he gestured to himself, and then to her. "I love you," he continued, feeling as though he should get this point out into the open.

"I love you back," she said softly, her eyes wide and beautiful.

"Well… alright then," Percy said, satisfied, and he closed in the distance between them, taking her into his arms. Her lips were soft upon his, and Percy couldn't remember feeling quite this reckless.

"So," said Joselyn, smiling, as he swept her onto the bed behind them. "Nothing more to say?" Her hands slid down to his waist, and she slid off his jumper, grinning at the way his hair became mussed.

"Like what?" he said, unbuttoning her shirt. "You're beautiful?" he placed a kiss where the button had been. "Incredible," another kiss. "And extremely soft," yet another kiss.

"No nothing like that," she said, giggling a little. "I mean anything important." She skillfully unbuttoned his shirt, and brought it apart, running her fingers across his chest.

"Ah… well, not that I can," here he gasped, as she nibbled his ear, "think of." He finished heavily.

"Are you sure?" she said, grasping his shoulder blades as he planted another very delicate kiss on her collarbone.

"Yes… I think we're covered." Said Percy, and then he pulled her toward him by the middle and rolled. Soon they were as entangled with each other as they were in the sheets, and they didn't have much else to talk about.

Percy woke up a few hours later, just as the light was beginning to dim outside. He smiled at Joselyn, asleep beside him, her hair falling beautifully on the pillow beneath her, her skin glowing against the sheets. He watched her for a little while, the way her breath rose and fell, the way her eyelids fluttered every now and then.

She woke up just as he was leaning back down on the pillow. She rolled over to face him, her eyes full and her skin hot. There was no humor in it at all when he kissed her this time. Every touch burned, it was as though they were making love in fire. Before long, they couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. And it was here, entangled with one another, that they fell asleep for the second time.

"I want you to meet my family," said Percy lazily, content to lie in her arms. It'd been dark for a long time.

"Your family?" Joselyn looked a little frightened. "Are you sure? I'm not exactly a…" she began.

"You're perfect," said Percy sternly, "and I love you and so will they."

There was silence for a moment, and then Joselyn sighed.

"When?"

"Christmas I think," said Percy practically, "it's only a few weeks away.

"Hard to believe," said Joselyn. "It's too warm for November." Percy sighed contentedly into Joselyn's hair, breathing it in.

Abruptly, he realized that he'd missed dinner, and that if he didn't get home his mother would murder him for frightening her during these dangerous times.

"Joselyn," said Percy abruptly, "can I take you home?"

"Why? Aren't you comfortable?" she laughed.

"Yes," said Percy, snuggling up to her. "Darling, yes. But my mother will have a coronary if I don't turn up in the morning."

"Then we'd better hurry," she said, smiling. It's nearly morning now, she gestured to the window, where the sun was peeking it's golden head above the horizon. But Percy did not hurry. He and Joselyn dressed each other, taking nearly as much enjoyment in putting clothes back on each other as they did taking them off in the first place.