Harry groaned, clutching his head, his hands coming away bloody. At first, he couldn't remember what had happened. Then it returned to him. A bludger had hit him square in the face. Where had it even come from? He was in The Burrow's backyard and hadn't even been playing a game.
Nobody was around. He was staying at the Burrow because his parents were having a nasty divorce, and he wanted to avoid the chaos. The Weasleys were always willing to take him in.
For some reason, all the Weasleys had places to be today, even Ron, who was busy with Hermione. Harry felt strange being alone at The Burrow, so he had ventured outside and sat near the garden.
That was when the bludger hit him.
"Harry, I apologize!" Percy Weasley exclaimed, running over to him, sounding more excitable than he normally would, so worried about Harry.
"I knocked over the trunk with the sports equipment. Someone left it near the front door. One of the bludgers got loose."
Harry looked up at him in a daze. He felt dizzy, and it seemed as if Percy had two heads. He blinked, trying to focus on one, but that only made him feel worse.
"Hey, Percy, you know, your two heads are kind of cute; you've got that bookish thing going for you," Harry said, giggling foolishly.
"Oh, dear, I've knocked you silly." Percy reached down, grabbed Harry's arm, and pulled him to his feet. Harry swayed, and Percy held him to keep him from falling. He barely even cringed when Harry's blood ended up on him, more concerned about Harry's well being.
"If you have two heads, Fred and George must have four," Harry laughed. "Four heads." He reached up to try and touch one of Percy's heads, but his hand went through thin air.
"No fair running away, Percy head!"
Percy couldn't help a small smile.
They were almost inside when Harry turned around in Percy's supportive arms and grinned up at him. "Percy, I have a secret."
"I don't like secrets," Percy replied.
"Oh, but this one is a good one."
Since he had hurt Harry, Percy decided to humor him. "What is it? Is it about my two heads?"
"Nope! I think you are the best looking Weasley," Harry said with a nod. "Yep, that's the secret. So shhh!" He placed a finger to his lips as he shushed Percy.
"Now I know that bludger got you good. Come on, let's get you fixed up."
Harry pouted, draping his arms over Percy's shoulders. "I'm too dizzy to walk. Carry me, Percy."
Singing, Percy lifted Harry into his arms. It wasn't hard to do. Harry fit in Percy's arms quite nicely. Harry threw his arms around Percy's neck and started nuzzling him.
"Percy, you didn't believe me when I said you were the best looking redhead out of the bunch."
"Because… I'm not. I mean, you've seen Bill and Charlie, haven't you? I can't compete with them. They have all the girls lined up, and I don't have one person."
"I'm lined up," Harry smirked. "For one of your heads, at least."
Despite himself, Percy laughed. "You're seventeen, and I'm twenty-two."
"Percy, you of all people know about laws and rules," Harry scoffed. "What is the age of consent here?"
"Fine, you're right. It's sixteen."
"Okay, so I'm in line. I don't want a super common painting that everyone gets to see. I want that rare, beautiful painting that only the luckiest person can see."
"Are you calling me a rare painting?" Percy's cheeks grew warm against his will.
"Don't forget the beautiful part. I'm trying to figure out which of your heads is the rarer one, though. Percy heads, stop moving."
Percy snorted, which was undignified, but he couldn't stop himself.
As Harry and Percy walked into The Burrow, Percy froze and glanced upward. Harry looked, too, his eyes widening before he broke into a grin.
"Mistletoe!" Harry giggled. "Christmas is in ten days!"
"This is Fred and George's doing," Percy replied.
Suddenly, silver mist billowed from the mistletoe, and Harry thought he spotted a pair of eyes, but he also saw two Percy heads, so what did he know?
"Luna wasn't lying!" Harry exclaimed. Just then, he noticed that Percy's two faces were nearly pressed against his.
"Nargles," Harry explained, his lips brushing against one of the Percy faces. Percy didn't need any more explanation as he was being compelled to kiss Harry and couldn't pull back.
Luna had told Harry that nargles used magic to make people kiss when caught under the mistletoe. Harry couldn't be sure whether she was right or if Fred and George had enchanted it.
Harry placed his hands on Percy's cheeks, leaning into the kiss as he was pressed against the wall in Percy's arms. He shifted until his legs were wrapped around Percy's waist, locking behind him.
The blood dripping from Harry's forehead got all over them, but Percy didn't seem to notice or care, but that might have been because of the charm.
Harry felt hands under his arse to help keep him supported and squeezed his legs, feeling a thrill when Percy gasped against his lips.
That was just what Harry hoped for. He nipped Percy's lower lip and then pushed his tongue into Percy's mouth, moaning when Percy didn't hesitate to brush his tongue against Harry's, sending electric jolts through his body.
Pulling back, Percy looked into Harry's eyes, his own wide with surprise. Both were panting, their heartbeats racing.
The charm or nargle magic had faded, leaving Harry free to move away from kissing Percy, but that didn't stop him from wanting to kiss one of his heads again.
"Which head did you kiss?" Percy asked breathlessly. It was an unexpected question to hear from such a normally reserved person. Harry couldn't help but grin widely.
"The left one. Let me try the other…" With that, Harry leaned forward and kissed Percy once more. No longer under the influence of the mistletoe, Percy pushed Harry back.
"Not until you've recovered. Your head isn't in the right head space, Harry."
Percy wiped some blood from his face, spared it a short glance, and then focused back on Harry, more worried about him than his current unseemly state.
"And you claim the two Percy heads are in the right head spaces?" Harry asked, laughing. Percy shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips.
On the way to get Harry fixed up, they encountered three more mistletoe.
Percy carried Harry into Charlie's room, where he lived for the time being, and gently set him on the bed.
Though he wasn't typically one to get dirty, Percy worked thoughtfully, using a facecloth to gently clean the blood from Harry's forehead, where a wound was still bleeding. Percy got blood all over himself, but he barely paid it any mind, fully concentrating on caring for Harry.
He pressed a fresh, clean facecloth to Harry's forehead, biting his lower lip as he focused. Then, with his other hand, he grabbed his wand and slipped it under the facecloth to cast a Cut-Mending Charm.
Throughout this, Harry watched him with enraptured eyes. It was heartfelt how Percy cared for him, especially considering he usually disliked getting messy.
"You okay, Harry?" Percy asked softly as he used a cleaning spell to remove the blood from his own hands and face, remnants of their earlier kisses.
Seeing him do that gave Harry a thought. Percy could have easily used a cleaning spell on him, but he chose to tend to him the Muggle way. There was something more meaningful about that for Harry.
"Yes, thank you, Percy," Harry replied, feeling a bit shy despite having made out with him under four charmed mistletoe earlier.
"How many heads do I have now?" Percy asked.
"Just the one," Harry said with a smile.
"Good."
Percy continued using the cleaning spell on other areas stained with Harry's blood, clearing away all the healing supplies afterward. "I'll bring you a pain potion. I'm sure it still hurts a bit."
"Thank you, Percy," Harry said, his cheeks flushing.
Percy nodded and then left the room. Harry watched him go, his heart pounding.
Although he had been influenced by his head injury and the charmed mistletoe, Harry genuinely liked Percy. His crush on him had been developing for a few years now.
Harry wondered how Percy felt.
Percy returned, and Harry smiled at him. Percy placed a cup of hot chocolate on the end table next to Harry's bed and then pulled a chair over to sit beside him.
"Here," Percy said, holding out a potion. "It should help." Harry leaned forward, and Percy supported him, helping him take the potion. He bit his lip and blinked at Percy.
"That works fast," Harry said as he felt a warm rush coursing through him and noticed his pain starting to lessen. "You're amazing, Percy. Thank you."
Percy's cheeks flushed pink. He cast a diagnostic spell and then nodded. "Okay, you're not disoriented anymore, and everything looks good. Yet, you keep saying things like that, Harry."
"Because I like you," Harry admitted, feeling a flush spread across his face.
"But I'm… well, I'm me," Percy replied, looking surprised.
Rolling his eyes, Harry took hold of Percy's hand. "That's exactly why I like you, Percy."
Percy looked down at their intertwined hands.
"If you're weirded out by me being seventeen, I turn eighteen in six months, and I'll wait for you. I mean…" Harry trailed off, uncertain.
"Harry…"
"Assuming you could even like me," Harry added quickly.
Percy placed his free hand on Harry's cheek. "I like you, Harry."
Harry grinned and leaned into the comforting touch. "How long have you liked me?"
"A couple of months. I started noticing you a lot more when I began coming over frequently after things at work settled down. You were always visiting, and I couldn't help but notice you."
"I've liked you for three years," Harry said with a laugh at the shocked expression on Percy's face.
"To be honest, I thought you were really cute from the moment I saw you, but I didn't think much about those things when I was eleven. It was just a puppy crush at first, but I really started to like you three years ago." Harry nibbled his lip, feeling vulnerable.
"I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything."
"I have to admit, this might not be the most becoming thing to say, but we need to get revenge on my brothers." Percy winked at Harry. "Not that you're not a good kisser, but that was really inappropriate, especially since most of the people living here are related."
"Your parents are throwing a holiday party in a few days, so maybe they set things up in preparation for that."
"I suppose that could be the reason."
Percy picked up the hot chocolate and blew on it before handing it to Harry. "Here, I hope you like it. I made it from scratch."
"The Muggle way?"
"I find it tastes better that way."
Harry sipped his hot chocolate, peering over the mug at Percy. His cheeks felt warm, and not just from the drink. He was so focused on Percy that he didn't notice he had finished his drink until he blinked and found the mug empty. Setting it down on the end table, he said, "It was good."
Percy leaned forward and kissed Harry gently. Surprised, Harry wrapped his arms around him as Percy playfully licked his lower lip. Harry parted his lips, and soon they were sharing a chocolate flavored kiss, both of them moaning softly.
After pulling back, Percy licked his lips and smiled. "Yes, it does indeed taste better the Muggle way."
"Go out with me, Percy? I want to taste all the other things that are better the Muggle way with you."
Percy nodded. "Yes, that sounds agreeable."
FIN