Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Day Six
December 18th
After many years of courting each other, Percy had finally given in, as an early Christmas present, and decided to indulge Penelope in something she'd been asking about for…well, many years.
They were now rolling around in his prefect's bed, his hair grasped between her fingers as her tongue danced around his neck, intent on tasting every stray freckle. He struggled for composure, his own hands clutching at the hem of her shirt as if it were an anchor, his eyes shut tightly closed as if he were in pain.
Then, her hands took an unexpected turn and began gliding slowly down his already bare chest.
"Penelope."
She said nothing as her body followed, stalking down the length oh his torso as she settled between his legs, her fingertips playing the buttons on his jeans.
"Penelope."
"What?" she answered, her hand brushing against the bulge in his pants.
"What are you doing?"
She was already pulling the fabric from his legs, her eyes wide as his hands grabbed hers.
"Something I've been wanting to do for a while now."
And with that, she lowered her mouth, and licked the hard flesh through his boxers.
He shuddered.
She smiled.
Then, he shuddered once more.
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Author's Note: HAHA! If you've ever seen Forgetting Sarah Marshall, you'll know my inspiration. This one doesn't go out to anyone, just thought it was a hilarious idea. HALFWAY! Means only six days 'till Christmas. Fuck I wish it was here alread. Review! --Delta