Fool
Chpt. 3
Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room
-Sir Winston Churchill.
The moans that come from Harry's mouth should really belong to a wanton slut. He knows that because of the expression that's on Percy's face. But when Harry's waited all day for Percy to come home and touch him he decides to touch himself…
After about two months of being together in a sorta relationship, Harry figures that all pretence on decency should be banned in the apartment. Which he has put into practice for the past week.
It might be revenge to the Weasley's for not inviting him to the Anniversary of Wizard Wheezes that he takes pleasure in being brutal and amazing in bed with Percy. Merlin knows that Percy has a rising amount of bruises and hoarse voice.
Those same bruises haunt Harry a little more than they should. They remind Harry that Percy isn't as strong as him either physically or magically. Hell, Harry broke his index finger somehow during a blow- job.
But that's not a real big issue right now.
Right now the issue is trying to get Percy to make him scream. More than just scream, make him cry… after about three orgasms it isn't really hard to do.
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Harry doesn't know how to broach the subject with Percy. After all talking hasn't been a real big deal. One of the reason's for that is the fact that Percy still has the voice he had when Harry was in Third Year. That So-Utterly-Boring-I-Could-Be-Binns voice. Another is that the 17 yrs old Harry wants to jump his bones every time he's in the same room…
Course that doesn't actually happen. He supposes if it did that both of them would have extremely sensitive nether regions.
But Harry needs to know where all of the places Severus Snape (Traitor and Murderer to the Great Albus Dumbledore.) has lived in his life. The file most likely would be in the Ministry, considering the fact that the Aurors no doubt would keep track of a redeemed Death Eater. Supposedly redeemed Death Eater.
Since there is no way that someone would had that sort of information to Harry he figures he can get Percy to get it seeing as he does work directly with the Minister for Magic.
The problem is how do you talk to someone when all you can think of is how comfortable you are on your back? It's quite a problem, and despite everything you can learn in school, there is no course outline to answer this particular question. So he'll have to chance it and pretend that he isn't obsessed with this horn- rimmed curly haired red head.
"Percy?"
"Hmmm…"
"Can I ask you a favour?" He watches his shorter fingers separate the curls. Like flames of fire.
"Such as?"
"I need a file." The milky white skin that has a scatter of pale freckles all over the place.
"Snapes'?"
"How---"
"You mutter in your sleep."
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Horcruxes. Harry cannot deny that he doesn't really know what he's looking for. He knows what sort of material things that it can be. But he doesn't know what it is.
The magic is very strong in the Horcruxes that much is obvious by Riddle's Diary and the ring that burned through Dumbledore's hand. It would seem to be ancient but that is not backed up by anything solid, damned it is that Harry can't get hold of a series of Dark Arts book so that he can look at the history of it all. Hermione is good with things like that, but Harry knows without having to be told that she thinks him to be a cold-hearted asshole.
He could ask Percy to look, but somehow he knows that wouldn't be a good idea. After all that would mean that there is more to the War than the Ministry knows.
He's looked through old stories that crop up here and there. Most of them talk of some sort of ritual that rips the soul into pieces to the point where it becomes nothing but black substances. In wizard mythology it is believed that such people who attempted to become evil became so much so that their soul was torn and the darkness that it created made the Dementors and the Lexifolds.
It seems like something that a Stephen King novel or Speilberg movie could come up with.
But then again Harry knows that in the Wizarding World that anything is actually possible.
Like male pregnancy. Suicide. But possible.
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"Percy?"
"Yes."
"Can we go to Knockturn Alley tomorrow?"
"…"
"I need to find a book."
"Just a book."
"…"
"Harry?"
"Maybe some sex toys if you're lucky."
Now Harry does know that he deserves that impatient sound that leaves Percy. It never fails to make him smile and laugh at his lover.
Percy usually tells him to shut up.
Once he just got up and went into the room that Harry isn't allowed in, didn't come out for three hours.
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Neville Longbottom has been the only other person that Harry's thought to be equal to him. With the fact that his parents were tortured to madness. That Neville could have been the one that Lord Voldemort picked for his fuckin' prophecy.
There is also the fact that Neville is one of the most courageous people Harry has ever met. Neville will stand up to fear if provoked. He can be clumsy and inarticulate, but like people who are gentle and soft spoken Neville does things thoroughly… when he reads something he has to understand it completely, which often made Harry speculate if that was not the reason Neville has such a talent for Herbology.
"Harry, I'm just going to Apparate home to get another spade. It's just not the same if you use magic to fix it. I think I read somewhere that the magic interferes with the plants somehow."
"Yeah, no problem. I'll just continue to clear the hedge."
"'Kay."
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Harry Potter can tell that Percy is vulnerable. Whether it is actually physically or mentally he has yet to decipher. All that he knows for sure is that the Room can tell him. It bothers him because in actual fact Harry should be the one whose mental health teetering on the edge.
There is also the jealousy that Harry has towards the Room.
Which is just ridiculous…
It is after all just a room.
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"Percy?" Harry's voice is low and mellowed having been satiated.
"Yes?" Percy's rumbles to Harry's ear; his hand in Harry's hair.
"Can I cook for you?"
"…"
"Are you not speaking because you're wary or just afraid of food poisoning in general?"
"… No just startled."
"Oh, well what would you like? I can cook the regular meals, but I think I'd like to try some other meals."
Percy starts laughing in that funny way he has.
Harry closes his eyes and imagines his masterpieces filling Percy in another way than sex.
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Mrs. Weasley, Harry knows is trying to accept the fact that he and her third oldest son are in a sexual relationship. It must be hard though, because even she has stopped meeting his gaze. Probably because rumours of where Percy's gotten the markings on his neck have met her ears.
Though in all honesty they aren't really rumours considering the accuracy.
It bothers Harry more than he likes to think because the woman is the closest thing he has to a proper mother figure. To have her acceptance is something that Harry cannot help but want. Yet knowing that she would give her approval more easily if Percy was Ginny is a bit more than Harry can stand.
Sometimes Harry wishes that Percy could be a girl. A girl that has a penis… hermaphrodite if the penis wasn't too small. A girl that had the full rose lips and made the low noises that Percy makes…
OK so maybe he doesn't actually want Percy to be a girl. But if he was then it would make up for all the difference in the world. There would be no Dark Lord for her to defeat. There would be no homosexual relationship to secretly be ashamed of. There would be no reason for this feeling of failure and the ultimate loneliness despite the very warm presence of someone sleeping right beside him…
Sometimes when Harry looks at Percy he thinks of a clown laughing at him. A clown that convinces him to believe them to be one thing then change the entire joke the next second.
Sometimes it drives him to say scathing things to Percy. The sort of things that one never really means, but uses to cut the wounds deep. They don't really work considering Percy indifference, but Harry feels the dirt that the words leave in his mouth…
Making Love… maybe that's what he should try with Percy. To figure out whether it is love and not Pain Mixed with Pleasure that he feels with Percy. That ache that gets worse during certain times of the day.
Harry likes the way that Percy gives blowjobs. It's not like Harry who rushes to swallow the entire thing and bob his head and squeezing Percy's sac. It's more like worship with the tongue. It's torture, slow and cruel. The tongue that slips into the slit and sucking slightly at the foreskin… its mind blowing.
Harry likes the way that Percy sometimes penetrates him with his tongue. It feels odd to have the tongue in such an intimate place, but the pleasure is immense. The tongue that lathers the saliva around the hole and pushes slightly into the tight skin. If Harry doesn't make the sort of noises that get Percy riled up then the tongue moves around.
Harry likes the way that Percy penetrates him. Any position it doesn't really matter. Though Harry finds that if they are face to face and his legs are wrapped around Percy's waist then he can kiss and fuck Percy with his tongue while Percy uses the other outlet. Percy holds onto the hips tightly but not painfully. If Percy isn't looking into Harry's eyes then he's staring down to where his organ enters his body. Harry can only speculate on what he sees, but either way it makes him come faster.
Harry likes the way that both he and Percy are both near sighted. The glasses would only get in the way.
Not that Harry doesn't like the way that Percy looks in his glasses. The horn- rimmed frames a bit much, but so entirely Percy that Harry finds he loves them.
But despite the ownership and the sex, Harry finds the thing that he most likes about Percy is the way he smells. The soft cigarette smoke that lingers with the coffee and chocolate. The ink stained fingers that are usually occupied by a book or a cup of coffee… the fingers are long and slender. The fingers of an artist, or a pianist.
Harry likes to skip over the part that Ron and the Twins have the same fingers. Ginny nor Bill or Charlie seemed to have inherited the beautiful hands.
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Harry has bad dreams that something's going to take Percy away from him.
Sometimes it's Voldemort coming to exact revenge.
Most of the time it's death. Harry dies to save the world but he loses the only thing in the world that seems to be his.
Once it was Percy who died, Harry scared himself and couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. Percy was asleep right beside him, so he watched ignoring the fact his eyes seemed dry despite the moistness rising in them.
Harry doesn't like those nightmares. Not because he's afraid to fight the Dark Lord. But because the thought of losing Percy is unbearable… and he doesn't understand why.
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THE BOY WHO LIVED, LIVING WITH THE MINSTER FOR MAGIC ASSISTANT?
There has been speculation about the Minister's Assistant Percy Weasley's love life. But no one would suspect that it would be the legendary Harry Potter that would be the reason for such speculation. It was found out that on September 21st that Harry Potter has been having an affair with a man five years his senior, after seeing the young boy enter the apartment of Weasley's.
There are varies people who are willing to testify that this is a disgusting taking advantage of the young Harry Potter, but as this reporter has pointed out that the young Boy-Who-Lived is of adult age. Whether or not the affair is platonic or not is still not known…
See pg. 3,5,7 for eyewitness accounts and the history of Percy Weasley…