AN: All the while I was writing this; I was dreading people reading it. It was always too rushed for my liking, but I couldn't add anything, because I didn't know how. If it does not meet your usual expectations, let me know and I will do my best to edit it. PS, Sorry about the lines. Any other separaters wouldn't work...

It took a few moments for Percy to realise what had happened when he finally opened his eyes to see Pansy's face staring back at him. Her eyes were closed, her dark hair covering her mouth as she lay there, peacefully dreaming.

Percy moved slightly, careful not to wake her. She moaned slightly, opening her eyes to the first signs of day. She blinked a few times in confusion, watching from the sofa as Percy pulled himself out of bed. Well, nothing had happened between them. That was a comfort for Percy within itself. "Morning sleepy," Pansy muttered, tapping her head to flatten the mass of hair.

"Morning," Percy echoed, closing his eyes again.

"Oh no you don't!" Pansy exclaimed, walking over to him, and tapping his arm repeatedly. Percy didn't open his eyes, but merely groaned. "You have work," she told him. "Meaning you have to get up."

"Pansy go away." She placed her hands on her hips in frustration.

"Percy Weasley I will personally drag you out of that bed if you don't move in a minute." Percy opened his eyes to her.

"You sound like my mum."

"Good." Finally, Percy stood up, and starting hunting around for his robes as Pansy opened the curtains. "Remind me how I ended up on your sofa?"

"You were tired, I offered you the bed, and you declined and decided to take the sofa." Pansy shrugged.

"And there was me thinking you tried to take advantage of me in my weakened state." Percy rolled his eyes. He didn't suppose she ever had a weakened state. Well... he never used to, but she had been weak last night though he still didn't know why. He wasn't going to push the matter, Percy decided. He had tried and it ended rather badly.

"Pansy, what do you do all day?" he asked. It was him trying to be tactful, but he supposed it was obvious to her that he still wanted answers to how she got money.

"I shop, and I read and draw. And you work." Percy nodded. "Oh, and I go to Weasley's Wizard Wheezers and talk to Fred and George." Percy looked up in alarm.

"What?"

"I'm kidding Percy." He raised his eyebrows at her in annoyance.

"Don't do that again," he instructed. "Now, can you please leave me to get dressed?" Pansy sighed.

"You really are irritable in the morning aren't you? Oh well. Bye Percy." He turned to face her, but the door was already closing. He shook his head, but couldn't suppress a smile.

As he sat at his desk, Percy couldn't help but ignore a huge pile of papers on his desk, calling his name impatiently. He knew that they could wait a few days, but if he did leave them, they would gradually pile up, leaving him with working overtime.

Sighing, he picked up the first one.

Percy Weasley

Ministry of Magic Office 873

Dear Mr. Weasley,

As you are well aware, all spells before they can be legalised and are taken to the Minister, they must pass through the Assistant of the Minister of Magic, in this case being yourself.

I, as Chairman of the Society of Spell Legalisation, would like to propose an informal meeting with you, discussing the Transation spell. As you will know from earlier letters, this difficult spell means that you can change into somebody else, working very much the same as the Polyjuice Potion.

I propose that it is made available to Aurors, but to make this work, the spell has to be made available. I hope that you would contact me if you are able to meet at Top Hat Restaurant just outside of Knockturn Alley. Please send a reply ASAP if you are available at six this evening.

Thank you very much for your kindness in reading this letter,

Dunson Lewis, Chairman

Percy quickly scribbled out a letter agreeing to the meeting before moving on to another.

Percy looked up at the clock, and then at his drink. Whoever said business associates were always on time? Percy tapped his fingers impatiently on the table.

The Top Hat was large and brightly lit. It had no candles on a few of the tables, and the restaurant in itself was mainly used for sealing business deals and the like. However, Percy did feel out of place as he looked at various people, smartly dressed, writing frantically.

"Mr. Weasley?" Percy looked up to a man with greying hair and piercing black eyes. Percy swallowed hard and stood up to shake the man's hand.

"Mr. Lewis," Percy responded, taking a seat as the other man did the same.

"Dunson please," he said. Percy couldn't help but think that the same sounded a little young for a man with his age, but thought nothing of it as papers were passed to him. "Right, this deal. Here is the paperwork, feel free to sign when you have read it."

"May I have a few days to look this over? I have to go through all of the precautions before passing it onto the Minister. Unlock any small print that the paperwork may be concealing, things like that." Dunson did not look pleased, but nodded all the same.

"Very well. Does work get in the way of your social life?" Dunson asked after a few moments. "I was thinking about getting a career change, and wondered what the Ministry was like."

"No, I have no problems with my social life. I don't really spend time with people, but there is time to." Dunson nodded.

"No special woman in your life Mr. Weasley?" Percy sighed.

"No marriage on the cards, no," Percy replied. Was Pansy a special person in his life now? Could he call her that?

"Ah, so there is somebody," Dunson said, giving Percy a crooked smile.

"I... she's a friend. A very good friend."

"And what is her name? This very good friend of yours."

"Pansy," Percy muttered, before taking another sip of his drink. Dunson nodded.

"Well, I will think about a job at the Ministry. Send that file to me as soon as you can. I've got a tight schedule you see." Dunson stood up, shook Percy's hand, and then left the restaurant.

"Good evening Pansy," Percy said, smiling warmly at her as she looked up in surprise.

"You've had a good day?" she asked, backing away from him slightly. He placed his hands on her arms.

"Yes. I think I have." Pansy stared at him curiously.

"You're all giddy," she muttered. "Last time I saw anyone like that, Seamus Finnigan had had his first Fire whiskey... I can safely say everyone was running for cover." Percy nodded.

"What would you like to eat?" he asked, peering at the menu. "My treat."

"Merlin, you really are in a good mood. Should I be worried?" Percy looked up at her seriously.

"Pansy, please sit down. I want to treat a very good friend of mine. Is there any crime in that? I had a good business deal this evening. I want to treat you."

"Well in that case..." Pansy slid into the seat and looked over the menu. "Chicken," she decided almost instantly. "Chicken sounds good."

"Right," Percy replied. "We'll make that two then." Percy stood up with the two menus and walked over to the bar to make his orders, whilst Pansy fiddled uncertainly with her hair. "You all right?" he asked, as he walked back over.

"I was going to ask you the same question."

"Pansy honestly..." But whatever he was going to say was cut off, as he noticed five or six men loitering in the doorway. "Just a moment," Percy muttered, walking toward the door.

"Percy!" was the last thing Percy heard, as a spell knocked him out conscious, as he hit his head hard on a table. Theodore Nott took a step into the bar.

"Dear, dear Pansy. Your standards really have declined. What a pity. You would have made an excellent wife. It is such a shame that you have decided to take pity on lesser people."

Pansy swallowed hard, staring at him angrily as he walked toward her and placed an arm around her shoulders. "You have made a big mistake," he whispered in her ear, before kissing her cheek as she turned her face away from him, repulsed.

"I want a full search," Theodore told the men with him, who had begun overturning chairs and tables, as other people eating their meals began to flea the bar, and the barman tried hiding behind some plates.

"Avada Kedavra," somebody shouted at him. Pansy stared in horror as the barman fell, lifeless. Nobody deserved those moments to be the last on earth, Pansy thought sadly.

"I thought you and I could have a little talk," Theodore said, pushing her into a nearby table.

"If it's money you want then fine, but Theodore please, I'm begging you..."

"Shut up," he muttered to her, holding up his wand. "Where is it Pansy? I don't want money. You know what I want." Pansy swallowed hard. "Spit it out, I haven't got all night! The Ministry will be out soon."

"Who says they're not already?" Percy questioned, pointing a wand at Theodore, who chuckled in amusement.

"So this is the great knight in shining armour is it Pansy? Nothing to show for himself. And I thought Draco Malfoy was your rock bottom."

"Draco was triple the man you are and so is Percy," Pansy said, gripping onto the table hard, as Theodore walked over to her.

"Really? Then let's see what Weasley will do if I do this." Theodore grabbed her chin, forcing her to look straight at him, before he forced his lips upon hers. Percy closed his eyes and turned away from them, only open his eyes when a loud shout caught his attention.

"You stupid fool," Pansy muttered, before pushing past him, toward Percy. Theodore stared at her.

"Right," he muttered. "Boys, clear out!" The other men began to leave, watching Theodore with anticipation. "I know where you are now Pansy. Believe me when I say, I'm watching you. I'm not giving up now."

Pansy watched Theodore turn and swiftly walk out of the bar. Pansy watched him, before turning to face Percy. He stared at her, shaking his head with disbelief. "Percy..." He took a step toward her and slowly opened his arms.

Cautiously, she hugged him, crying into his chest. "I'm so sorry," she muttered.

"Shh Pansy. It's going to be okay, I promise."

"How can this ever be okay?" Pansy muttered and Percy shook his head.

"It will, you just have to tell me what's going on. Stop cutting me out."

"He's dangerous Perce... I don't want you getting mixed up in all of this. It's not fair. It's all my fault..."

"You called me Perce..." Percy mumbled, pulling away from her. Pansy bit her lip.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be." They stood in the middle of a room with broken furniture, broken cutlery, and the sound of their own breath, just staring at each other. Percy carefully placed a hand on her cheek, and gently caressed it with his thumb.

"Percy I..." He shook his head, and carefully silenced her as he placed a finger over her lips.

"You're shaking," he murmured.

"They scared me..." she responded, looking up at him.

"I know." Gently he pressed his lips on hers, before pulling away to check that she was okay. Pansy nodded, as though knowing what he meant with just one look, and moved into kiss him again, more passionate this time, running her hands through his hair as he held her.

When they broke apart, and Pansy looked up at him nervously. "We need to talk," Percy muttered, before taking her hand. "Let's get my place." Pansy nodded, tears falling silently down her face.