A/N: There is a small bit of angst and mention of canon death

Harry walked through the Burrow and up to the bedroom he now occupied. The Weasleys had offered him Percy's old room since the war. They felt it was the least they could do, considering they regarded Harry as another family member, especially since his Muggle family did not want him to return home.

It was late and Harry had no energy even to undress as he collapsed on the bed, pulling the covers over his head. He fell into a dreamless sleep.

Hours later, he began to stir as he felt movement nearby. Confused, he opened his eyes slightly and was startled to see a face so close to his own that he let out an undignified yelp. He jumped back, pressing against the wall.

Harry was wedged between this person and the wall.

"Percy?" Harry whispered, raising an eyebrow when the older man looked at him, not seeming to fully register he was there. Percy's face was flushed, his freckles standing out, and his breath smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Harry, why are you in my bed?" Percy asked, his words slurred.

"Percy, you're drunk. I've been using this room for months. You've visited the Burrow several times, so you should know that by now."

"How uncouth of me. I apologize, but I am indeed rather drunk."

"We've established that," Harry replied. He relaxed, moving away from the wall where he had been pressed, and now he found himself lying in a bed next to a drunken Weasley.

Could the night get any stranger?

"You have pretty eyes," Percy said, pressing his face closer to Harry's, their noses nearly touching.

Apparently, the night could get stranger.

"Okay, thanks," Harry said. "Are you okay, Percy?"

"Green like... something green. Your eyes are so green." Percy poked Harry's cheek. Harry was just glad he didn't poke his eye, seeing as he seemed to like them so much.

The night continued to get stranger. Percy looked at him like a love-sick person looking at their favorite celebrity. Harry flushed at his proximity and tried to push him back.

"I see. That's fascinating. Thank you for that comparison."

"My eyes are brown, like... brown." Percy was back in his space, holding his eyes open comically wide. "See? Very brown."

Druck Percy was quite amusing. Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Percy, you'll be shocked when you wake up because I'm too tired to move."

"You are a wizard…did they tell you?"

"I've been told. A giant told me," Harry said, yawning.

"A giant? No way!" Percy grinned. "Harry, what are giants?" Harry snickered.

"Don't you remember school? Wizard school... half-giant groundskeeper? Ring a bell?

"Are you telling me that I am a wizard, Harry?" Percy blinked a few times and then shook his head. "Harry, what are you doing here?"

Harry sighed but still couldn't help feeling amused. "Being entertained by a normally composed guy, it seems." He yawned again, his eyes closing, though they shot open when he heard Percy's next words.

"My brother died because I made a joke…" Percy frowned, a tear falling down his cheek.

"Huh? Oh..." Was that why the usually reserved Percy had gotten drunk and returned to a familiar place?

"Not because you told a joke, Percy. You couldn't have predicted the explosion. Whether you joked or not, it would have happened. I'm sorry."

"He said, 'you actually are joking, Perce…I don't think I've heard you joke since you were...' since when, Harry?"

"I don't know, but I remember seeing you joking around with Penelope Clearwater, so…"

"I like your eyes better…" Percy seemed to switch his emotions fast when he was drunk because now he was back to drunk flirting.

"Merlin, Percy, just go to sleep." Harry knew he shouldn't blush, but it wasn't often that people complimented his eyes, other than the usual comments about having his mother's eyes.

"I thought you were fun, Harry?"

"What do you want, a sleepover? Do each other's makeup?"

"No," Percy grumbled, sounding like a petulant child.

Percy suddenly leaned in, pressing his lips against Harry's, wrapping his arm around Harry's waist, and pulling him closer. It wasn't gentle. He tried to press his tongue into Harry's mouth, and he moved a hand to tangle in Harry's hair, holding his face in place.

"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed, pushing Percy back. "Okay, Percy, not that. You're DRUNK, and drunk kissing is never a good idea."

"I'm drunk?" Percy asked, sounding bewildered.

Harry groaned. "Merlin, this is why I usually avoid hanging out with people who drink too much. You need some self-control, Percy. You're not like this normally, alright? You're drunk and grieving."

Percy huffed, pouting again. Harry found it hard to be upset with him; he looked like a child in this state. That was another reason to resist his advances.

"You won't remember this, but if for some reason you do, you'll be mortified." Harry rolled away from Percy, trying to regain a normal breathing pattern. He couldn't believe that he had just been kissed by Percy Weasley, of all people.

"I remember everything," Percy mumbled. "It's a curse."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut as Percy began playing with his hair. "I'm tired, Percy. Please chill."

"But you're cute, Harry," Percy said, pressing his face against Harry's neck. Harry jumped, his heart nearly in his throat.

"Percy, you should know it's wrong for me to entertain the idea of whatever this is, especially since you're drunk..."

That didn't seem to phase Percy. He leaned forward and pressed his face against Harry's neck, licking him and nibbling.

"Percy!" It's always the quiet ones.

"Don't be a baby, Harry. I'm drunk, and you're Harry," Percy slurred, kissing behind Harry's ear. Harry shivered, frozen in place as Percy kissed down to his shoulder.

"Okay, that didn't make any sense because once again, you are inebriated, and I'm…stop it!"

Harry was not about to get his virginity taken by a drunk Weasley, but now Percy was pushing his shirt up and leaning around him to kiss his chest, his hands rubbing up his sides. Harry didn't know why he couldn't move.

"Fuck." Harry pressed a hand to his mouth. "Please, Percy, I know you're drunk, but surely some part of you is still in there, right?"

Percy was not backing off at all. When Harry felt Percy's hands moving lower on his stomach, he snapped out of whatever frozen state he was in. Harry used wandless magic to cast Aguamenti, dousing them both with freezing water.

That did the trick; Percy let go of him. He sat up and began twisting his shirt to wring out the water. Taking the opportunity, Harry jumped up and ran out of the bedroom.

He burst into Ron's room, soaking wet, and jumped onto his bed, startling Ron awake.

"Ron, your brother is not a good type of drunk," Harry complained, hugging Ron and getting him wet as well.

"I'm lost. Which brother?" Ron asked, returning the hug and patting Harry on the shoulder. "Honestly, what happened, Harry?"

"I think I almost became your brother-in-law if we go by old pureblood customs!" Harry didn't know much about purebloods, but he knew some families had odd traditions and were strange about certain things, especially regarding relationships, courting, and arranged marriages.

"You're babbling, Harry. Which brother, what happened?"

"Percy!"

Ron blinked. "Well, it can't be that bad. I mean, it's Percy, right?"

"I said he isn't a good drunk, didn't I? He's not the giggly, silly type! He's more like the 'I'm so horny, and I think Harry probably tastes good' type of drunk."

"Percy? We're talking about the same Percy here, right?"

"Yes, he kissed me, Ron. On the lips!" Harry blushed. "It was my first kiss!"

"But the mistletoe with Cho…"

Harry groaned. "I made that up! I wanted to look cool."

"But what about you and Ginny…"

"No, well, she tried, but… we broke up for a reason, Ron. I did come out as gay a while ago."

"Hmm, yes… I know." Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "Percy, huh?"

"I didn't say I liked him! He came on to me while he was drunk, I might add."

Ron smirked. "What exactly did he do? Okay, so he kissed you. That isn't so bad, right?"

"You think so?" Harry asked, glaring at him. Then, leaning forward, he kissed Ron on the lips.

"Ugh, Harry! Okay, I get your point," Ron said, wiping his lips and playfully smacking his head. They had that kind of relationship, which Harry was thankful for. Most straight guys would have threw him across the room after that.

"Sorry, that was wrong. I'm just frustrated and confused."

"I don't mind, well, don't make it a habit." Ron grinned.

Harry tightened his arms around Ron. "Save me if he comes for me, Ron. I think he wants me to be his wife or something."

"I'll get you one of Ginny's dresses," Ron laughed.

"Funny."

"So how did it feel?"

"What?"

"What Percy did to you, duh."

"You are a gross pervert. He's your brother!"

"I'm trying to gauge if things were different and he had made a huge confession instead of drunkenly coming onto you, would you reciprocate?"

"He wouldn't. He's drunk, Ron."

"Do you think he's cute?"

"Ugh, you're cute, Ron. That doesn't mean I want to jump you. Someone being cute doesn't mean anything."

"Well, do you think he's attractive in a way that does matter? And don't call me cute."

"I'm not sure I can even answer while I'm still thinking about the fact that Percy basically assaulted me, Ron."

Ron's eyes widened. "Oh, I didn't even think…you're right. I'm sorry for being an arse. And before you say anything, you kissing me isn't the same. We're brothers, practically! I would be able to tell a chaste kiss from a good kiss."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks, I know."

"You know this isn't like him, right?" Ron asked.

"I don't blame him. We'll have to talk about it when he's sober." Harry leaned his head against Ron's shoulder. Ron had always been a comforting presence for him, even after he came out as gay. It meant a lot to Harry.

"You will, but he's going to be so horrified. He might actually feel obligated to ask you to marry him. He's that proper about things."

Harry blushed at the thought. The idea wasn't entirely bad, but seriously? "Are you joking, Ron?"

"It's not completely a joke, Harry. He'll feel responsible, even if it was just a kiss. It was just a kiss, right?"

"More or less."

"Merlin, well, I can't wait for you to be my brother for real, Harry."

The next morning, after taking turns in the shower and getting ready, Ron and Harry went downstairs for breakfast. Harry's heart began to race, and his face flooded with heat when he saw Percy sitting at the kitchen table with Arthur, Molly, and Ginny.

Percy appeared paler than usual, which was saying a lot for a redhead. His cheeks flushed as he locked eyes with Harry's. He quickly looked down at the table.

That told Harry that Percy remembered some of last night, though how much?

As they sat down, Molly started to serve Ron and Harry, chatting merrily about various topics, although the echoes of grief still lingered in her eyes. The absence of Fred felt like a heart being ripped out; it was something everyone would likely always feel.

"Harry, there's a nice bloke at work that I think you'd get along with. I can set up a date for you," Arthur said, grinning.

"Oh, no," Harry chuckled. "Arthur, you don't have to try to set me up with every gay guy you meet."

"Just trying to get the last of our kids married off. How about you, Percy? Seeing anyone? And you, Ron?"

Harry felt himself flush at being referred to as one of their children.

Percy calmly set down his porridge spoon. "Not at present, father."

"Single life for me for now, dad," Ron said.

"Though I'm sure Harry would love the idea of getting married soon if he met the right guy." Ron shook his head. "I don't understand why he turns down every person you set him up with."

Harry glared at Ron and then shoved a spoonful of porridge into his mouth. Ron really didn't know how to be subtle.

"He's terribly shy," Ron continued, shaking his head. "He hasn't even had his first kiss yet."

"Ron," Ginny scolded. "Mind your own business."

"It is perfectly natural to wait to have your first kiss with the right person, Ronald," Molly added.

Dropping his head onto the table, Harry groaned.

Percy stood up abruptly. "Excuse me for a moment." Harry turned his face to the side and noticed that Percy looked troubled as he walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh, sorry, I forgot my wand upstairs," Harry said, standing up, even though his wand was sticking out of his pocket. He turned and followed after Percy, hoping he was still in the Burrow.

Walking into Percy's room, Harry noticed him standing near the bed with his back turned. The bed was dry and neatly made, with no evidence of what happened the night before.

Harry entered and closed the door behind him.

"Percy…" Harry bit down on his lower lip.

Percy didn't turn around. "I did something unforgivable to you, Harry."

"Isn't it my choice what is or isn't forgivable, Percy?"

Harry walked over to him and stood beside him, looking up and hoping Percy would at least meet his eyes.

"I suppose, but…"

"I'm not upset. You were drunk. It's okay!"

Finally, Percy turned to look at him. "Was Ron telling the truth? Did I take your first kiss?"

Harry flushed. "Yeah, but I mean… I didn't kiss back or anything."

"I did more than kiss you, didn't I?" Percy asked. He was fidgeting with his hands, looking at Harry with wide, mournful eyes.

"Um, sorta, but it was… drunk Percy." He tried to smile, though he felt quite nervous. Ron had asked him if he thought Percy was attractive in a way that mattered, and now that thought wouldn't leave his mind.

"Ron knows, doesn't he? That's why he was saying all those things…"

Harry coughed. "He kind of thinks you're going to ask me to marry you or something."

"What?" Percy pressed a hand over his face, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"He just wants me to be his brother. Are you going to ask me to marry you?"

Percy chuckled lightly, and his eyes softened. "Fred would think this is hilarious."

"He would. Do you remember that part about last night?"

"I do and you were very kind. Thank you." Percy smiled this time and Harry was happy to see some of his mournful expression fading.

"Do you remember everything?"

"No, or at least how would I know if I did or not?" Percy looked worried. "Harry, I didn't do worse than kiss you, did I?" He reached out and grasped Harry's hand.

"Is licking worse?"

"Merlin!" Percy's eyes widened. "I did what?"

"You pouted a lot, too. But that was just kind of cute."

"Back to the…please tell me it was…above…" Percy dropped Harry's hand and put it on his shoulder. "I didn't really…Harry did I…"

"Just my neck! You kissed and licked my neck and touched my stomach. That's it. Honestly."

Percy sighed and leaned down, wrapping his arms around Harry. "I'm very sorry, Harry."

Harry sensed he was witnessing Percy's unguarded side. He stood on his tiptoes and hugged him back.

"I can think of worse people to give me my first kiss, Percy. I'm not upset. You're forgiven, even though you don't need forgiveness." Harry's words had a double meaning, and he wondered if Percy understood that. Percy had no reason to blame himself for Fred's death.

"I do feel rather awful that your first kiss wasn't a good one, with someone as boring as I am. First kisses are supposed to be special."

"Was yours special?"

Percy let out a small puff of air. It wasn't quite a laugh, but it was close. "No."

"You're not boring, either, Percy." That got another smile from him.

Harry pulled back and thought for a moment before deciding to go for it. "Then how about a redo, Percy?" He grinned at the shocked expression on Percy's face, which was soon replaced by a faint blush.

"I mean… as long as it doesn't matter that I'm a guy."

Percy pulled back, but their arms remained wrapped around each other. "We'll have to get married if we kiss for real, Harry."

"Damn purebloods," Harry replied.

"I am really ashamed of what I did before," Percy said softly, "but I don't mind if you don't, but only if you actually want to."

"What? Kissing or marriage?" Harry asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Percy winked at him! Freaking Percy Weasley winked at him. Percy didn't answer. Instead, he leaned down, bringing his lips close to Harry's. His breath warmed Harry's face. He didn't move, and Harry realized he was waiting for Harry to make a move. It made sense, all things considered.

Harry removed a hand from Percy's waist, cupping his chin, and then closed the distance.

At first, it was awkward because Percy seemed hesitant and restrained, though a low sound came from the back of his throat, and Harry wondered if he was stifling a moan.

Pulling back and breathing hard, Harry looked into Percy's eyes. "I'm not fragile. If you want to kiss me, then do it. Don't hold back, Percy." Harry leaned in again, pressing his lips against Percy's with more force than he intended, causing Percy to stumble backward. Harry went with him, his wand flying out of his pocket.

Harry bit down on Percy's lower lip as they moved backward. Percy parted his lips, and Harry pressed his tongue inside, groaning when he felt Percy do the same. Harry tangled his hands in Percy's hair, pulling back slightly to get some air, before he went back in, biting and sucking on Percy's lip.

"H-Harry, you okay still?" Percy gasped against his lips.

"Mmhmm," Harry moaned.

Neither of them realized how close they were to the bed, so Percy gasped when he fell onto the edge, with Harry standing between his legs, their lips still connected. This time, Percy could not suppress his moan. Harry had been moaning plenty, but now Percy stopped holding himself back.

Percy grabbed Harry from behind, his hands gripping the hem of his shirt, pulling Harry toward him.

"Better?" Percy gasped.

"Hell yes," Harry groaned.

Harry pulled back but kept his face close to Percy's, both breathing hard. "I'm going to take a wild guess that druck Percy's actions were fueled by sober Percy's desires?"

"Is it obvious?"

"We said a redo kiss, not a makeout session," Harry smirked. "Of course, it is obvious, Percy."

"I'm still sorry everything came out the way it did." Percy kissed Harry again, bringing him back against his chest. Harry leaned down more after pulling away, hovering over Percy who was sitting, looking up at him. Harry kissed his neck, intending to leave his mark.

"Would you have confessed otherwise?" Harry asked after he was done kissing and nibbling Percy's neck. He grinned at his handiwork.

"No."

"Why not?" Harry kissed his nose.

"After how I acted during the war, I didn't know if I deserved the right to..."

"You came back when it mattered, and you've been doing a lot of good since! Don't let anything hold you back from living, Percy."

"Fred would really love this," Percy laughed.

"He would."

"Fred, I resign my singleness..." Percy flushed, "uh, I mean... that was the joke I made, well, not that one, but similar."

"Why, Percy, did you just ask me out?"

Percy's eyes widened. "Did I? Oh... I guess I did."

"Damn, you move fast, Percy." Harry leaned over and put his arms around him, pressing their lips together.

"I guess we can tell dad he can stop trying to fix you two up with people."

Harry gasped as he pulled away from Percy, tripping and falling into his lap. Percy wrapped his arms around him to keep him from falling to the floor.

"Ron!" Harry exclaimed, covering his face, feeling embarrassed.

Ron laughed, running out of the room while yelling, "dad!"

"Oh my god," Harry groaned, pressing his head back against Percy's shoulder. Percy tightened his grip around him.

"That's that. If mum and dad find out…" Percy's face was nearly purple as he looked at Harry. "Destination wedding, Harry?" he teased.

Harry laughed. "As long as only one redhead is allowed."

"Very well, eloping it is."

FIN