Chpt.2
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Politics
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When Percy Weasley touched Harry Potter it was like the world was about to end. The slight gasps that emitted from the dark haired boy that lay underneath him drove the past Head Boy to further his administrations.
Harry Potter didn't know what to do. He'd lost his virginity while lost in a drunken state. His best friend, who happens to be his lover's younger brother, can barely look at him.
But one kiss from Percy Weasley solves all these problems.
He could say its love. But for some reason he can't apply it. When Percy Weasley is seen in his immaculate robes he wears for work Harry Potter blames him for Mrs. Weasley's pain, for the nail that drove through his heart and made his fifteenth year so lonesome.
The apartment that Percy Weasley lives reminds Harry Potter that there was something very different and dark about Percy Weasley. With the desolation that comes from the living room and the bedroom they, quite frankly, fuck in.
Yet the mattress on the floor and the CD cases all thrown about along with books in every corner, seem to settle down Harry Potter. Especially late at night when he wakes from his nightmares.
Percy Weasley allows Harry Potter his space. Not invading and certainly not trying to console him. Not like the other Weasley's have tried. With the soft words and hugs that are meant to heal. No, Percy Weasley doesn't do that.
Sometimes it angers Harry Potter to the point that he'll straddle the slender waist and have his wicked way with Percy Weasley. Other times he leaves the room and contemplates the third bedroom right beside the guest room. The one that he can't go into. Once in awhile he apparates to the Burrow going into Fred and George's old room to sleep.
Mrs. Weasley tends to dote on him during those occasions feeding him until he bursts while Ginny refuses to come out of her room. Ron will eat a bit and leave, Mr. Weasley says 'Hello' then leaves for work. It makes him feel like he has the 'bird flu' or something.
It breaks his heart to see Mrs. Weasley acting as if he wasn't found in her third oldest child's bed after Bill's wedding. Her watery smiles send chills down his spine. There is also the fact that the colour of her hair is the same colour he clutches as he screams his pleasure…
Sex. Harry realizes that the only reason he ever approached Percy Weasley was because he was drinking an excessive amount of alcohol, while smoking at his oldest brother's wedding. It angered him to follow him into the bathroom for a confrontation. The confrontation turned into to desire at some point. The amount of alcohol consumed inflamed it.
The only thing that Harry remembered about it all was that Percy was gentle and kissed him with those full rose petal lips. Those lips made Percy seem like an angel. With his red locks that curled…
Sex was something that Harry had never bothered to concern himself with before. Not until in a drunken state of mind he was feeling pleasure as Percy thrust into him. It didn't hurt the first time. It was the morning when the other Weasley's came in along with one hell of a hangover that Harry felt any pain.
It doesn't really make sense to Harry why he comes back to Percy. Surely he should be disgusted and try to get away. What with the horcruxes that need to be destroyed, and the fact that this is a gay sexual relationship.
For some reason he doesn't care.
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The horcruxes need to found. There are four possibly more that he needs to find and destroy. Harry isn't quite sure how he's going to manage this. Considering that he'll now have to do it on his own. With Hermione not speaking with him for breaking Ginny's heart. Ron not able to look at him.
So he decides to go to the first place on his mind.
Gordric's Hollow. The place that his parents once lived in happiness. The place that he could imagine a big country house, huge lawn that covered acres…
It turns out there is nothing but bushes in that place. The over grown bush that infests everything around what could almost be mistaken for a clearing. The remains that should be here to remind him that this place was where he could've had a normal life with loving parents…
Nothing. The greenery is fresh smelling; the sort of fresh that Professor Sprout taught was when the shrubs and bushes grew out of soot. So in other words this place is like a beautiful garden because his parents died and burned in the house. Now it's his and Harry doesn't know what to do with it.
So he just walks around and tries to identify weeds and things he can ask Neville when he sees him.
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"What's wrong, Harry?" The lips that ask that question are filled with blood staining them crimson red.
"I'm tired."
"It's only 5 o'clock." The curling hair makes the smiling face seem more beautiful.
Harry shrugs and goes to claim those lips.
He likes to watch those too long fingers tracing his erect nipples before the mouth descends to kiss and suckle them. It drives him mad with lust, bucking his hips when the go further down. When that happens Harry knows he'll beg for more. He likes to use very lurid language. The kind that makes Percy Weasley blush even though he's the one that has just had Harry's organ in his mouth.
When the fingers go in slick with either saliva or oil Harry always tries to get more into him. Mainly because he finds it very hot to watch Percy's big eyes go even bigger as he tries to control his breathing.
During actual penetration he's quiet, holding onto whatever part of Percy he can. His breathing shallow and teeth more often than not sunk into the neck that is above him.
Something that makes Harry really happy, or rather very smug is the fact that Percy doesn't bother with Concealment or Glamour Charms. Sometimes when he catches Harry watching him dress he'll put on a low collar that only emphasizes the marks. A couple times Harry's open the Daily Prophet to read that people find this highly inappropriate.
When it comes to sex in their relationship Harry doesn't know who dominates over whom. Percy's never bottomed, though Harry quite likes it so not a big problem, Percy rarely leaves marks. Yet Harry loves to mark Percy as his. Harry's teeth pull the red curls that lead a line to Percy's organ sometimes. And there's been a couple Healing Charms needed because Harry's bitten too hard on Percy's poor organ.
So that part is covered. Very well covered in Harry's opinion and so he guesses Percy's.
The problem is when it comes to actual conversation. They fight. A lot.
Harry knows it's mainly his fault because the only thing he can think that Percy wants to talk about is politics and these days that's a very touchy topic for Harry. Yet he still tries it.
During these fights Harry will storm off and sleep at the Burrow, or scream at Percy to fuck him!
The last always has a shocked sort of silence before the red head laughs and does fuck him.
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Remus Lupin was the closest thing he had to his parents and godfather. Harry hasn't been able to look at him in over a month. Though tonight he did.
It's a dinner that Mrs. Weasley invited everyone to. Everyone in the Order that is. Lupin and Tonks are there officially a couple. So are the Weasley Twins.
It seems to Harry that he's getting the cold shoulder.
No, it's more like they're trying to indulge him. Ginny's on the other end determinely not looking at him and laughing too loudly at Tonks jokes. Hagrid's looking at him strangely.
Eating silently Harry thinks about how he feels about Percy.
He does this about five times a day.
He doesn't think he loves him. None of the fireworks go on in his body that did when he liked Ginny or Cho. But then again maybe it was because they were females.
He feels a pain. This aching pain that makes him want to cry and scream at the same time. It makes him want to tear apart the beautiful slender curly red head that sleeps beside him most nights. This person whose name is upon his lips whenever he lets his mind wander.
Harry doesn't think that's how love is supposed to be.
At least conventionally.
"Harry, how are you doing?" The concerns in those hazel eyes make the ache worse.
"I'm doing fine Remus, yourself?" The warmth and honesty in Harry's voice amazes him as well.
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There's nothing in the clearing that has any answer for Harry. Yet managing to get a hold of Neville and enlist his help to make the place once again viable, makes a piece of Harry happy. Maybe it's the fresh air that doesn't smell like stale cigarettes and chocolate. Or anything that reminds him of his lover.
Maybe it's because Neville's happy too.
Because seeing that smile grace the lips of his friend that always in some way seemed to gentle to be any thing but sad, makes him hope that there is another day.
Voldemort will come. Voldemort will die.
But somehow if he can make Gordric's Hollow as beautiful as it is in the picture book he has, that makes everything OK. All the deaths and livelihoods lost.
"Harry I think I've found a Venus Flytrap!" The chubby cheeks seem like the essence of innocence.
Harry laughs and goes over to inspect.
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They fought about politics again. This time about how the Ministry's is handling the whole Death Eater's attacks. In the end Harry hexed Percy and went to the Burrow. Only to find it deserted.
There's a invitation on display that the Twins were having an anniversary party for their shop.
Harry's can't even convince himself that they forgot to invite him.
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A/N: OK. I didn't originally mean to make this a sequel to False Witness. It isn't really though so no biggie.
The whole relationship going on between Harry and Percy is a bit more complicated than I expected, considering that the Weasley's aren't taking it too well.
But to be honest I couldn't think of scenario where they would be OK with Harry jumping from Ginny to Percy…
Also I was thinking on using Stephen King's IT for a sort of depiction of Voldemort.
So review and suggest or tell me to give it up.
PeAcE oUt!