He was being slapped. That was the first thought when he was pushed up onto his feet. They were talking around him but he didn't properly hear until the words 'Mudbloods' were uttered out. Fighting against his restraints he sneered at the voice. "Watch your fucking mouth."
"You're quite the trouble, aren't you?" The man with matted grey hair and whiskers said. He looked like a wolf, even if he wasn't in his werewolf form. "Had to put durability charms on that rope of yours." Greyback, he heard his name, stood in a boxers position.
The ropes binded around his hands were raised up against the carriage. Percy flexed his stomach to soften the blow that the man gave out. "Can't have you bruised up too much already." Another punch. "Lestrange wants a piece of Potter's American friend."
Another man reached out to punch him but Percy held onto the rope and pulled himself up to kick him in the chest. "Get any closer and you'll fucking regret it." He threatened. Then the rope that was holding him up was let go and he dropped to the ground. He let out a breath and was pulled up to his feet again. "Fucker." He spit out.
"Grab hold and make it tight!" Greyback called out and after that they disapparated, pulling them with them. Percy lurched forward as they landed in a country lane. Harry still looked swollen.
The Snatchers tried to get inside and cursed after the first attempt, which made Percy burst out laughing. While he could level the place, the Malfoy Manor easily, he needed to know who was inside. He knows that they can't be the first prisoners to be taken to the house.
"We've got Potter!" Roared Greyback in victory as if he had won the war, but the only thing he had won was the mere battle. "We've captured Harry Potter!" The gates swung open and they were pushed between the hedges and up to the steps.
"What is this?" asked a woman with a voice so cold that Percy could compare it to the time he went to Alaska.
"We're here to see He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!"
"Who are you?"
Percy bursted out laughing again and he was butted in the stomach with a stick by one of Greyback's henchmen. "Shut it." Ron hissed over to him. Percy rolled his eyes and hissed back at the ginger. "We're prisoners, better have some fun before we fight."
"Bring them in." Narcissa ordered, Malfoy's mother. He could see where Draco got his tone of dominance from. How highly he felt, Percy also considered it was because of how highly ranked they were in Voldemort's ranks. But he thinks it has dropped considerably ever since they fought at the Department of Mysteries.
They were shoved and kicked up the stone steps and into a hallway with portraits. Narcissa began talking about how Draco was home for Easter. "Is it easter?" Percy questioned silently under his breath. Being on the run makes you lose your grip on time, which he thought he had a relatively good grip on.
Hermione looked back at him with a frown, saddened by it, somehow she always knew what he's thinking. She was looking back with that frown of hers, only to be yanked by her hair to look forward.
Percy sneered at the man, "When I'm out of these ropes you're in for it." He kept an eye out for any portraits that he'd recognise but ultimately didn't. He cursed under his breath.
He had seen his father's palace before, but for a house this was a bit extra, especially the crystal chandelier. "What is this?" Percy never forgets a voice. He knows that they're important, especially in his dreams as a foreboding warning.
The voices are important.
"They say they've got Potter." Narcissa said. "Draco, come here."
Percy slowly started pulling against his rope and grimaced at the blonde. Draco nervously looked from Percy back to Percy. "I can't," He cleared his throat, "I can't be sure."
"Look at him carefully! Come closer!" Lucius was excited.
Percy snorted, "Keep it in your pants, would you?" He said and a short burst of magic from Narcissa rendered him mute. He rolled his eyes and just stood there, listening to how Greyback and the Malfoy's started arguing.
He watched their expressions closely, Lucius looked a bit mad, crazy over the fact that he could see something small on Harry's stung forehead. The excitement on Lucius' face clearly didn't transfer to his son, who was looking with reluctance, fear, even.
That's when Percy realized that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had ruined the boy. There he stood, no more with his usual smug face, thin body and dark shadows under his eyes. Percy didn't recognize the thriving boy from Slytherin anymore. His breath hitched as he thought of Luke, when he arrived at Mount Othrys. "I don't know." Draco answered.
"We had better be certain, Lucius." Narcissa called out, "Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord." Her cold eyes looked over to Percy. "But I presume that he is reason enough."
Percy rolled his eyes and raised his eyebrows, as if asking her why. Then the door opened behind him and he felt shivers roll down his spine. He wanted to curse all the gods for letting this happen to him. "What is this? What's happened, Cissy?" As soon as Bellatrix Lestrange settled her eyes on Percy, he knew it was over.
A malicious smile came on her face. "Did Christmas come early, because hello." She purred out. "Didn't you hear at last meeting, Cissy?"
"If you see Perseus Grindelwald, he's mine." Draco quoted and rolled his eyes, Lucius seemed equally disgruntled by the fact that she says it every meeting. "We've also got his companions and his mudblood girlfriend." Said Lucius as he jeered at Hermione.
Percy spit on his shoes.
"Oh the fire in your eyes." Bellatrix exclaimed and grinned as she leant over and traced his jaw with a finger. He stared right in front of him, acting as if she wasn't touching him. "I love this silent treatment," she shivered in delight and everyone in the room looked uncomfortable, except for her sister, Narcissa.
Who just looked like she was tired of it, having gone through it many times before. Lestrange was pulled out of her lust when Lucius attempted to summon their cult leader. In a verbal disagreement, "Stop!" Bellatrix shrieked.
Percy raised his eyebrow, the moment that Narcissa and Bellatrix used stunning spells on the Snatchers, Percy wasn't mute anymore, but wisely kept his mouth shut. They were going on a rampage and he wasn't about to be next.
Nor was he going to ignore Hermione's pleading looks to just shut the fuck up.
His ears perked up and he shared a look with Hermione "Snape sent it to my vault in Gringotts!" They continued to talk and Draco paled at the words of Bellatrix, telling him to gut them outside in their courtyard.
Percy watched as Bellatrix went mad over the sight of the sword. He knew that she was obsessed with her Lord but this went above that. Lost to the cause of Voldemort. "Wait." Bellatrix said sharply, "All except, except for the Mudblood." Her mad eyes turned to look at Percy. "And Grindelwald."
Ron looked like he was going to protest and Percy gave him a sharp look. Ron snapped his mouth shut and clenched his jaw as he glared over at Percy. As soon as the two wizards are forced downstairs into the cellar.
Bellatrix cut Hermione loose with her silver knife. "Silver?" Percy said and grunted as she nicked him, cutting him loose. He knew she did it on purpose. Before Percy could take a step forward or take a swing at her. She had uttered the words "Petrificus Totalus duo"
He laid on the ground, frozen as Bellatrix touched over his body, turning him around to face a frightened Hermione. Bellatrix leant down over the body of Hermione and held the knife up, "Tell us, what else did you take?" The Lestrange asked.
When Hermione didn't reply the witch started to push her knife into her skin. "Tell me." Bellatrix said, angry, talking through grinding teeth. The ground shook and thunder rumbled in the sky. "Oh." The woman jumped up from Hermione and looked outside, "That's fine." She said and smiled evilly. "It'll drown out the noise."
Hermione was crying now and the thunder was getting louder. The Death Eater took out her wand, "Crucio!" She screamed out and Percy's eyes widened as he fought against the spell casted on him. He could hear Ron scream out her name over her screams.
"-o." Percy said as he slowly started to move again, "No!" He screamed out and the ground started shaking violently. He got up to his knees and Bellatrix stopped torturing his beloved. Her head curiously turned to him.
"Real powerful, aren't you?" She asked as she ran over to him, holding her knife up. He guesses that she was beyond magic now, craving a physical satisfaction of thick, warm blood on her hands.
She lunged and he moved his body so she'd just miss him. He elbowed the back of her head and she laughed maniacally. Hermione was on the ground, crying out in pain. The ground shook heavily and the crystal chandelier started to tingle and crack against one another.
Shards fell out of the sky as Percy reached over to his watch and turned it. A trident unfolded in his hands and he threw it at her. Against the ground, she was pierced in her shoulder by one of the outer prongs. Stuck and bleeding.
The most disturbing thing so far was that she was crying out in pleasure, "Oh please!" She screamed out, ecstasy on her face, "My husband never dared to go as far as this."
Percy breathed heavily as he held a hand on the hilt of it. His eyes were dilated, that he could tell. The light from the clearing sky shone into the house, it was a nice estate. A shame that it had to be tainted with blood.
The door was thrown open and Percy was shot back to the ground by Hermione's side. "Bella!" Gone was Narcissa's usual cold voice, laced with worry reserved for only her family. Percy's hand reached out for Hermione and it landed on her shoulder. "A copy." He croaked out.
He needed water. That storm had taken nearly all of his energy. The wounds on his back were getting more painful as he felt the shards pierce his skin as his adrenaline was fading. "A copy!" Lucius said happily. "Draco, fetch the goblin. He can tell us."
Steps of Draco's retrieving steps were heard.
He could hear a lot of things, the sound of Narcissa worrying about Bellatrix, Bellatrix laughing maniacally, Draco's steps getting quieter the farther he goes and Hermione's silent sniffles.
Taking in a shuddering breath, he couldn't allow for himself to get mad again. With the sound of his trident unfolding and disappearing he could hear the hushed whispers of Lucius, talking about what an addition he'd be to their cause, and what shame it is about his mudblood girlfriend.
"We'll be alright." Percy whispered to his girlfriend as he slowly stood up again. Broken glass wasn't going to stop him, he had trekked through Tartarus. But he stopped moving when the Goblin entered the room.
He slowly dropped himself to the ground again, his eyes looking at the green ones of Harry who was peering through the ajar door. "Now we call the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix said, her shoulder bleeding as she touched her forefinger to the Dark Mark. "Now, we can dispose of the mudblood."
Hermione cried a bit louder. Percy stood up again, trident unfolding in his hands. "You dare." Percy growled, swung the trident and nicked the werewolf with the silver coating. "I told you you'd be a dead man." A crack sounded and he turned around to look over at Hermione.
Harry and Ron had already bursted into the room. They all saw the sight of a bleeding Greyback, a bloody Bellatrix and a wild predatory looking Percy, staring at the knife in Bellatrix' hands.
"You dare." He roared out and glared at the woman whose eyes just dilated even more.
"Drop your weapons," The lady said, gleefully, "Drop them, or we'll see exactly how filthy her blood is!" She repeated herself and pressed the blade into Hermione's throat. Beads of blood appeared and Hermione was hyperventilating, drawing it even deeper into her skin.
Percy threw the Trident onto the floor. The woman was happy and Draco reached to pick up the wands, but his hands phased through the Trident's grip. He looked confused as he tried again.
The godling refrained from smiling too much, no mortal could touch the trident, unless it was by the sharp prongs. Which Draco wasn't going to touch as blood laced it, he wondered how badly Draco wanted to get out of there.
The ground started shaking again and the light in the room dimmed, clouds rolled over the sun and the chandelier was the only source of light. More shards fell from the ceiling and cut Percy's shoulders were littered with small cuts as he stood a few feet away from Hermione and Bellatrix.
He jumped when he heard the chandelier crash. Pushing himself to cover Hermione and the goblin. Glittering shards flew in all directions and Percy could hear Draco cry out in pain. In the meanwhile Harry and Ron were wrestling their wands back from Draco's hands and stunned Greyback.
Percy swept Hermione and the Goblin in his arms as he took them over to Harry and Ron. "Get us out of here." Percy hissed, his back was aching, his chest was bleeding, his face was covered in small cuts from the shards and so were his hands, protecting the goblet and Hermione.
"Dobby!" Narcissa screamed out, "You!" She accused, "You dropped the chandelier?" A tiny elf trotted into the room, shaking his finger.
"You mustn't hurt Harry Potter!" He recognized the elf, he was the one who helped Kreacher in finding Dung. Screaming was happening to bloody murder the elf. Together they stood and Harry reached over, "Bill and Fleur's Shell Cottage." He had whispered.
Hermione was knocked out on Percy's shoulder, and the Goblin was under his arm. He took in a breath but his eyes widened when he saw the silver knife flying at them.
They had disappeared. All they could do was repeat the name of the destination and hope.
– – –
Relief spread through him when he dropped onto the ground, Hermione was on his chest and the goblin was on the sand. No longer touching the godling. His chest heaved as he reached over to put a hand on Hermione's cheek.
She was pale.
He ignored the screaming of Harry screaming out Dobby as he looked at Hermione, her sleeve was drenched in blood. The markings of 'Mudbl' and only the 'l' was unfinished, Bellatrix had failed to carve the entire word into her arm.
Percy painfully reached over to her forehead and kissed it. He walked over to the salty water and threw himself in, he couldn't bear to hear the pleading for a lost one. He had heard enough of that for an entire lifetime.
Slowly, he felt the agonizing pain and relief of his skin mending itself again. He replayed the images of what just happened in his head and felt as if he could've done a lot more. He took in a breath and looked up to the surface of the ocean.
The tiny cuts on his hands disappeared but the only thing left were small scars, of the ones that pierced deeper, most likely due to him holding onto Hermione or the goblin. He let out a breath and looked around at the seafloor.
He reached out for the piece of wood sticking out of the sand, the words that were uttered in the past popped back up in his head. 'The sea remembers its own.' Percy grabbed onto the hilt of his wand and took it out.
When he got out of the water, Hermione was still knocked out, but asleep this time. The goblin was awake but injured, Ron was walking towards the cottage and Harry was still crying over Dobby's dead body.
He saw others walk over to them and Percy put his arm under Hermione's back and one under her legs. Picking her up bridal style. "Harry," He whispered, "I'm taking her inside."
The boy's cheeks were stained with tears as he nodded. Percy mournfully left Harry to grieve and walked up the sand dunes and over to the cottage. Fleur immediately helped him settle Hermione down on one of the guest beds. As if he was on auto-pilot he took a rag and started pressing down on her wounds.
Fleur and Percy worked in a tandem. The legacy had taken off Hermione's top and started rubbing some dittany essence into her shallow wounds while Percy cleaned her deeper wounds and wrapped gauze around it.
Fleur asked him if he wanted something to eat but he merely shook his head and rested in the chair beside the big bed. Periodically, he'd wake up and pat the sweat from her forehead and fall back asleep.
When Hermione woke up, Percy was too tired to be happy and just gave her a small smile and a kiss. "Look at us, we're both a mess." He whispered and Hermione laughed silently. Then the knocking interrupted them, Percy didn't let go of her, on the contrary, he held onto her hand even more tightly.
"Harry is done with the grave." Fleur said quietly and turned around to leave. With that Percy looked over to the single piece of fabric covering up her skin and he took off his shirt, handing it over to Hermione.
"Thank you." Hermione said, her voice was hoarse from all the screaming. Percy recognized the feeling. He just zipped up his stained jacket and nodded, kissing her temple before helping her up from the bed. "Don't you dare carry me." She warned him.
He gave her a small smile and nodded. Hermione always loved being independent, even in times like these. Just the Hermione he loved, together they slowly walked down the stairs and over to the crowd of people.
From a muggle perspective this must've looked like some cult ritual happening, they were all an odd group. Bill was wearing a traveling cloak, Fleur a big white apron and Hermione in his shirt, which looked huge to him. Normally it'd have another kind of effect on him to see her in his clothes but the pale and the gauze around her forearm made him rather sad, and angry.
"I think we should say something." Luna said, "I'll go first then." Everyone looked at her, "Thank you so much, Dobby, from rescuing me from that cellar. Unfair is the world that had let you go, when you were good and brave. I will always remember, I hope you're happy now."
Percy handed over the handkerchief that he always kept on him. Hermione wiped her tears away. She squeezed his hand in thanks and began to dap her tears away. "Yeah, thanks Dobby." Came the awkward Ron, and Dean.
Percy cleared his throat and looked at the grave, "I'm not good at this," He started, "While I have not known Dobby for a long time, I recognize when someone comes and helps anyone in need, I do not see a house-elf, I see a hero." Hermione gave his hand a weak squeeze.
Harry needed a moment alone and they all moved inside. Bill started talking about moving everyone out and keeping them safe. Percy just closed his eyes and laid his head on Hermione's shoulder, quietly apologizing after doing so.
The woman just hummed lowly and let him.
His mind was racing and he just didn't know how to feel or what to do. As if feeling the distress from his dilemma, he felt Hermione's shaking hands reach out and hold onto his. It was a weak grip but he didn't care, the warmth of it kept him going.
The warmth meant that she was still living.
Then Harry walked in and Percy opened his eyes, the boy's voice had conviction in it and the godling recognized himself in it. He thinks about the time when he had to lead an army, and convince them to fight. Then again, no kid should ever have to fight. But there they were, not even in their twenties.
"It's better that you don't know, Fleur." Percy said and lowered his eyes. He quickly stood up and walked over to Harry. The boy looked like Rachel at the moment, as if he knew everything that was going to happen and it worried the boy. "What is it?"
"Horcruxes or Hallows?" Harry asked quietly.
"Horcruxes." Percy answered immediately. "Destroy all building supports and it rests on the foundation." The other two quickly came over and Percy wrapped an arm around her waist. The healing was taking a lot of energy out of her.
They sat down in the room and Bill carried the little goblin, Griphook who was set down on the bed. Harry started a small talk with the goblin but Griphook barely invested in it, instead he was staring at Percy. "Hero of Olympus." The goblin addressed him in greek. "It is an honor to be saved by you."
Percy gave the goblin a small smile, "They, saved you as well." The goblin still held a grudge, considering their past. He looked over at Harry, "Hear them out, would you?"
"You probably don't remember-"
"That I was the goblin who showed you to your vault, the first time you visited Gringotts?" Griphook said, "I remember. Harry Potter. Even amongst goblins, you are very famous." He turned to look at Percy again, "But you are considered a legend, a myth." He emphasized. "You buried the elf."
"Yes." Harry answered.
"You are an unusual wizard, Harry Potter." They continued to go back and forth. Percy, who sat on the arm of Hermione's chair just put a hand on her shoulder and drew figures.
"I need to break into a Gringotts vault." Percy took in a breath and looked over at Harry, along with Hermione and Ron. As he revisited the memory of the Malfoy Manor, he nodded.
"She kept asking us what else we took from the vault." Percy murmured.
"Break into a Gringotts vault?" The Goblin repeated and winced as he shifted up to sit, instead lay. The goblin leveled his eyes at the wizard, "It is impossible."
Percy cringed as Ron proved him wrong, it was only making the goblin upset. "But Griphook, we need to get into the Lestranges vault." The conversation continued and it started to turn about being allowed a wand.
"We do!" Hermione sat up straight, "We protest! And I'm hunted quite as much as any goblin or elf, Griphook! I'm a mudblood." Now that was something Percy wanted to protest, but instead he kept his mouth shut and continued to listen to her, he knows that she is far from done.
"Don't call yourself that-" Ron muttered.
"Why shouldn't I?" Hermione said, "Mudblood, and proud of it! I've got no higher position under this new order than you, Griphook! It was me they chose to torture back at the Malfoys."
Percy casted his eyes down to the ground.
She revealed the thin cut on her throat to reveal the cut that Lestrange made. "Did you know Harry was the one who set Dobby free, did you know we've wanted elves to be freed for years? You can't want You-Know-Who defeated more than we do, Griphook!"
The godling looked back up and a small smile tugged at his lips, "She started an organization to promote rights for elves, she made papers, buttons and a donation box." He said fondly, in greek. "She loves to fight against what is wrong."
"Odd wizards, all of you." The goblin replied and continued in English, "What do you seek within the vault. The sword that lies within is an imitation, but you all know that this is the real one."
"An imitation isn't the only thing that lies within." Percy said.
"Perhaps you've seen other things?" Harry tried.
"Against our code, is to speak of the secrets of Gringotts. We are guardians of fabulous treasures. A duty to the objects placed in our care, is what we have." The goblin stroked the sword. He then looked up to the four young adults in the room. "Too young, is what you all are, to be fighting so many."
Percy snorted and Hermione put a hand on his knee. "Will you help us?" Harry asked.
"Came back later, for an answer." Griphook replied and flexed his short legs, "I think that the potion had finished its work. I may be able to sleep at last, forgive me." Harry took the sword from his side and walked out the door, along with everyone else.
Percy however, hung back. "You must know, we do not seek to steal but to win the war." He said to the Goblin. "Do you eat ambrosia?"
"I am a mere magical creature, I am not a divine being, godling." Griphook replied, "Of your many tales, I believe that this will be one of the most celebrated."
"Among your kind, maybe." Percy said, "I would rather not go through any war again. But here I am." He opened the door, "I know of your answer."
"I know that you do." Griphook nodded and laid back down. The godling closed the door behind him and wrapped an arm around a whispering Hermione. They were considering the possibility of another Horcrux.
"She was terrified." Harry said and Percy nodded, she was terrified enough to torture an answer out of somebody. Ron then argued if it would be a good idea. Percy listened to Harry's somewhat complex answer and nodded. "Ollivander, now."
Percy sat down besides Hermione, maybe he was being a bit clingy but he was concerned, most of all. Torture can take a toll on even the best of demigods. By the looks of it, it can take a toll on wandmakers as well.
"Sorry to disturb." Harry apologized.
"Dear boy, you rescued us. I thought we would die in that place. I can never thank you, never thank you enough."
"We were glad to do it." Harry said and started talking about the possibility of mending his wand and Percy looked at it, a lost cause is what it was. "Can you identify these?" Harry asked.
"-belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange." Percy clenched his fists, "-This was the wand of Draco Malfoy."
"Was?" Harry repeated, "Isn't it still his?"
"You took it, then it may be yours. Of course, where a wand has been won, its allegiance will change." Percy blinked as he felt his wand in his pocket, allegiances would never change, in his. He gave Hermione a small smile, but shared allegiances are definitely an option.
"You talk about wands like they've got feelings, like they can think for themselves." Percy honestly wasn't going to try and comprehend it. Wandlore has always been difficult to understand. The two had their back and forth.
"There are legends though." Harry suddenly said.
"I thought we established that we already know." Percy said, "The Elder Wand is real and he wants the wand."
"He no longer seeks for your destruction, Mr. Potter." He gave Percy a curious look, "Or to have you. But he believes it makes him truly invulnerable." Percy snorted.
"We're going after the other thing, not the Deathly Hallows." Percy reminded Harry. "We already know."
"Yes." Harry nodded, "Please get some rest. Thank you for telling me all of this." Before they could all leave the room, Percy's wrist was grasped by the bones of Ollivander.
"Tell me," The man let go of his wrist as if he'd get burned by it. "Are the whispers of your tales true?"
"Was Griphook telling you of my tales?" Percy asked.
"Whispers of all magical creatures, Grindelwald." The man replied and nervously nodded, "They've thought that they have already won the war, because of your arrival. If it isn't too much to ask, may I see your wand."
Percy pursed his lips and nodded, handing it over to him. "Holly wood." Ollivander said, "Rarer kinds of wand wood. Traditionally considered protective, thought to repel evil. Make good leads." Ollivander looked up at him and nodded, "Fitting." He hummed. "Thestral tail hair, unstable, difficult to build with."
Percy was curious about the man and his thoughts.
"Another thing that I've never seen before, powerful." He waved it and nothing came out, "Loyal to a fault." The man's eyes looked at the door, "Does it work if a loved one waved it."
Percy chuckled and nodded, "Hermione can cast spells with it, perfectly fine."
"Then you must really love Miss. Granger."
"I do." Percy nodded and got his wand handed back to him. "Rest well, Mr. Ollivander."
"Thank you." The man said, "Your tales of courage had kept me going, knowing that you're here, really eased the burden on young Potter's shoulders."
The godling gave the man a small smile, "Of course." He said and walked out, closing the door behind him. His eyes searched around the house for the one he loved so much instead it rested on Luna.
He walked over and sat in an unoccupied chair, "How have you been, Lu? Have you been keeping the nargles away?"
"Always." Luna nodded with conviction. "I've been a bit tired lately." She answered. "Must be the lack of sun."
Percy nodded, "Did they treat you well, Luna?"
"Draco would give me food." She hummed, "He cries a lot sometimes, and apologies a lot."
"Is it guilt?" Luna hummed a 'yes'. "I don't think he wanted to get as far as he did." Percy whispered, "He must've thought that it was his only choice." The door opened and there stood Hermione with a tired, lazy smile. Percy leant over and patted Luna's shoulder before walking over to his beloved.
"How are you feeling?" He whispered as he kissed her cheek.
"Far better than before." She replied and kissed his cheek back. "Fleur has a tent for us, since all the beds that she has left are single ones." Hermione laughed, softly. "I think she knows that I wouldn't be able to sleep without you.
Percy let out an amused breath, "I think she has the same problem, dear." He whispered to her, "Many of us do." He started to tug her to the garden, where the tent was set. "We should sleep."
Hermione lets herself be tugged away from the house and walks into the tent with Percy. This tent was charmed by the obvious sight of the interior. It was equipped with things that a modern house would have.
He was quite surprised by it. What surprised him was Hermione, the girl was already taking off the shirt she was wearing, his, and opened the buttons of her jeans. Percy chuckled silently at how un-Hermione it was.
Leaving the shirt on the floor and unbuttoning her jeans. He opened his jacket and quickly pulled out his moleskin pouch. From the bag he quickly pulled out Hermione's clothes that she normally sleeps in whenever he is at his house. "Here, love." He held her clothes out.
Hermione looked like she was unsure of what to do, but the way she looked at him gave a hint of what she was thinking. He watched as she slowly reached out to grab the clothes, "Maybe later." She whispered as she threw it on the table. "Come here."
Percy raised his eyebrows and took a step closer to her, "What is happening inside your head, love?" He asked and tilted his head in curiosity. Hermione smiled at him cheekily and wrapped her arms over his shoulder, pulling him down.
"Hmm," She hummed before leaning in, "Wouldn't you like to know?" She whispered and kissed him deeply.
Percy grinned and kissed her back, happy were the sighs he let out. He had missed making out with her, the only times he got to be alone with her were spent sleeping and talking about the quest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and picked her up.
Immediately her legs wrapped around his waist and she whispered between kisses, "Couch." Percy nodded and pulled away from the kiss, opting to go for her neck instead. He could hear her breath heavily into his ear as her nails dug into his bare back.
"Lay down or sit?"
"Sit." Hermione grinned and moaned out when Percy bit her pulse.
The godling dropped down onto the couch and Hermione continued her touching from his back to his chest. Her hands traveled to everything and anything she could touch from his neck to his throat, especially his throat, and into his hair.
Percy wasn't any better as his hands started to roam to her behind. He stopped when he heard a sigh, he knew it wasn't Hermione because the girl had frozen at the sound as well. Slowly they pulled away from one another, her hands were retracted from his waistband and his hands slowly went back up to her waist again. "I miss doing that."
Percy blinked as he slowly stopped making eye contact with Hermione and looking behind her. "Piper." He greeted, not happy about the intrusion. "How long would you have let us do our thing until you've said anything?"
"I miss sex." Piper sighed out again and Percy gave Hermione an apologetic smile before picking her up and putting her next to him, on the couch. The girl was blushing, a fiery red painted her neck. Percy didn't know if it was from the biting or embarrassment.
He reached over to the dinner table and handed Hermione a shirt. "How far along are you, Pipes?"
"Six months." She sighed, "Six months long I've been pregnant and unable to reach you. Do you know how worried I've been?"
"I've been busy Pipes." He sighed and put a hand on Hermione's thigh. "We finally just got a break."
"And you didn't think to call me, wo-, oh, wait Annie is home." She said and turned around.
Hermione put her hand on top of his and started to push it slightly higher, her pupils were blown out. "Can't you hang up?" She whispered in his ear and pressed a kiss to it.
"You don't hang up on a pregnant woman." He whispered back to her, "Besides, I don't think you'd appreciate it if I ever do that to you." His hand started to tug and pull at her pants.
"Out of experience, you'd have a death wish." the voice of Annabeth said and she squinted. "Piper!" She chastised, "Did you do it again?"
"You know I didn't mean to!" Piper shouted indignantly, then she started to tear up and Percy's eyes widened.
"Percy, did she wait to say something?" Came Annabeth's usual demanding voice, "I am so sorry for Piper." The girl started to cry now. "We'll discuss our wedding date when you're done with your quest!" Annabeth said.
"Wedding dates?" Percy had a stupid smile on his face, "Finally got some balls, Piper?" He teased.
"Oh please, we were in bed and suddenly she was tearing up, then she goes ahead and says things like why won't you marry me already? Pregnant women, I swear to the gods. As if I hadn't already vowed to the styx that I'd give her a big wedding!" Annabeth complained and Hermione laughed quietly. "And where is your ring?"
Percy blinked a few times and Hermione stopped laughing as well. "She doesn't know, Annie." Piper's eyes were wide now, she had messed up.
"Know what?"
Percy threw his head back and looked up to the ceiling. "Know that Percy is going to be our best man!" Annabeth tried, but it was evident that her skills lay in drawing houses rather than lying. "Good night!"
Gone was the floating Iris Message and there were brown eyes staring at him. "What did she mean by that?" She asked.
Percy just gave her a small smile, "Mean what?"
"'Where is your ring? She doesn't know, Annie?'" The girl quoted and Percy's smile quickly fell. The man quickly stood up and Hermione followed, the only thing amusing in this situation was that she had to tug her pants up. "Don't you laugh." She clicked her tongue.
Percy pursed his lips, "Yes ma'am." They stood by the dinner table where the moleskin pouch was, "What are you thinking, Hermione?" He didn't dare call her 'love' or 'dear' at the moment.
"I'll tell you when you tell me what that was about." She said and Percy nodded, before he noticed it again.
"Your pants are dropping." He said before reaching into the pouch with his hand and rummaging around. First, he pulled out a small tea box, Hermione's favorite brand. The second thing he pulled out was a box full of rubbers. "Do we still-"
Hermione just put it down on the table, away from the tea box, "Depends if you're going to tell me instead of rummaging through your bag."
"Well, I think you already know." He gave her a small smile, "I just really need to grab tha-" His hand seized something that felt like velvet and he pulled it slowly. He set it down on the table and the two of them just stared at it.
He was confident that she'd say yes. "How long have you had it?" She asked, quietly.
"When we first made contact with Mafalda Hopkirk, outside of the café."
"Why then?"
"A legacy, a ringsmith, had his shop next door. Offered to make it with Imperial gold." Percy looked back up to her, nervously. "What are you thinking?"
"I'm thinking yes." Hermione replied and looked up at him, "But I don't think that-"
"Now isn't the time, is it?" Percy gave her a small smile, and she nodded. "A war is going on and we're here in a luxurious tent. Not a day ago and Luna was locked up in some cellar." He put a hand on her cheek, "How about a promise instead?" She put a hand over his, "I promise that I'll propose, properly, after the war."
"Promise?"
"On the styx." Thunder rumbled in the sky and the oath was made. Hermione still didn't know the extent of it, except for losing your life. He knows the Fates are now watching, he was glad to have an audience because the next thing that he'd do would be a huge middle finger in their faces. No more of his yarn will be cut.
The woman smiled and leant up to kiss him deeply. "I love you, Perseus." She said and repeated it again, her fingers played a dangerous game with his waistband. "I love you." Her eyes were blown out again and he reveled in the sight of it.
"Hermione Granger," He whispered and squatted down to pick her up, her legs wrapped around his waist. "You," He kissed down her neck and he sat her down on the table. "Are a blessing."
With both of his hands, he grabbed onto the fabric of her pants and pulled them down in one yank. Hermione let out a noise of surprise as he did it. "The bed." Hermione whispered in his ear, she bit the shell of his ear, "And your pants."
"Yes ma'am." Percy hummed and fumbled to grab the box of rubbers off of the table. Apparently he was being too slow because the sound of his belt being undone was already sounding, "Hasty, aren't you?"
"We haven't had sex or anything since you picked up that ring." Hermione said as she started to pull down his underwear. "Are you going to take off my shirt?"
Percy smiled and leant down to press kisses and bites against her neck, "I'm not sure, you're looking quite good in it." He teased.
She moaned at the touch, "Imagine how I'd look without." She whispered and was immediately unclothed by Percy. The man picked her up and walked towards the bed. He loved the way that Hermione followed the friction and moved around against his stomach. She was completely falling apart against him.
He fell back into the soft bed and Hermione grinded her hips against his stomach. "Rubber." The girl held her hand out and in this state, he knew that he couldn't complain about not doing it himself.
The box broke with how eagerly Percy wanted to grab one, he broke the foil and handed over the piece of latex. "Are these the right size?" She asked and moved back, her legs were on the side of his. "They look a bit small."
Percy laughed quietly and held up the foil, he sat up and rubbed her waist. "They're magic, love." He whispered as he bit down her neck. "Anything for optimal pleasure, no?"
"Where did you buy them?" She asked as she slowly arched her neck back. Her hands were blindly wrapping them around his manhood. Her hand stayed as Hermione softly pumped it, his head was thrown back as he let out a throaty moan.
"Some store." He answered and his hips bucked. "Fuck Hermione." He hissed out as he shivered in anticipation and finally let go of the built up pressure.
The woman bit her lip as she saw the load in the condom and slowly took it off. Instead of reaching over for a new one, she bent down and wrapped her lips around it. Her moans were muffled as she went all the way down.
Percy could feel the back of her throat and the fact of that was already driving him insane. He felt a hand wrap around the base and move it around. Suddenly the girl started to suck and he groaned loudly, his hands starting to go through her hair as she sucked his cock.
Already sensitive but ready to go, he let go of it when she gagged on it. The girl came back up and looked at him. Stunned, he reached over and wiped away the bodily fluid from her lips.
Then she finally grabbed onto a condom and wrapped it around before pushing herself onto him, she was taking the lead and he loved it. His arms reached behind her back as he expertly took off her bra. "Percy." She moaned out.
He matched her pace but decided that they could go faster. He grabbed onto her arm and pulled her down against him, the sound of skin on skin made him go insane. But the sound of her screaming at the pleasure she felt was even better.
