Title: Proposition
Author: Jmaria
Theme:
Attraction
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. is the
Boss. She owns 'em
Pairing: Millicent Bulstrode/Percy
Weasley
Words: 344
Summary: Would you?
Author's
Notes: Set seven years post HBP
Proposition
Three weeks. Three weeks and she knew his routine like clockwork. Quarter to nine, nip into the Three Broomsticks for a boiled egg, toast and tea. Quarter after noon, back into the Broomsticks for a turkey and Swiss sandwich, pumpkin pasty, and Butterbeer. And at quarter to six, just before Cook shut down the stoves for the night, he'd come in looking for something fried and hot. It varied daily, which was odd for someone so stuck in his ways.
Millicent had been at the counter, like she always was when he came in at a quarter to four that day. At first she thought her watch had broken.
"Percy, what're you doin' here so early?" she asked.
"I - have a time I'm to be here?" Percy frowned.
"No, it's just that you're kinda like clockwork 'round these parts," Millicent smiled. "What can I do you for?"
"Pardon me?" Percy blushed a bit.
"You did want something to eat?"
"Well, yes, actually. But that's not why I've come," Percy pulled nervously at his collar.
"You didn't come in for food and my stunning conversation then?"
"No. I was - well, I was wondering if you'd care to come out with me?" Percy sighed.
"Come out where?"
"Well, there is a dinner I'm supposed to attend in Diagon Alley, and I'd rather not attend it alone."
Millicent stared at him for a few minutes, trying to come up with a response. It was a bit unnerving and cute to see him so flustered.
"So you're asking me out to play buffer?" Millicent smirked.
"No. Well, -"
"It's okay, Percy. It actually sounds like fun. Give me five minutes?" she grinned, reaching back to undo her apron strings.
Percy sighed as she made her way up the back stairs. He half wondered what she'd say when he told her it was his brother's engagement party they were going to. Of course, when she'd said five minutes, he'd expected her be longer.
"So, where're we going?"
"The Leaky Cauldron."
"For what?"
"My brother George's engagement party."
