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icarusMore Percy, anyone?
Geeze, I have a lot of unfinished Percy fics.
This one was written for Dana, but the notes seem to have been lost. I can't find my notebook anywhere. That notebook also has my outline for SNAPE MANOR. It's a slow build romance, NC-17 (but not in this part) and I still feel the muse for this one. I think if I find the notes I'll be able to finish it. Here's a cookie for you, Dana.
Dana's fic.
by Icarus
The Ministry was nearly empty at this hour. Arched windows showed a cool twilight sky, dark blue shading to the last sunset glow. Here and there the golden globe of a lamp still glowed in open offices where someone was bent over a desk, working late.
A slow tap of footsteps echoed down the marble hall, then stopped, outside a particular door.
As usual Percy Weasley was still there, his paneled office as neat as a pin save for a scattering of scrolls, parchments and unfolded memos on his desk. He talked loudly to the fireplace across the room, glancing up from an unscrolling roll of meeting notes. His waste bin scampered off on schedule, seven o'clock, and his last shot at it missed and bounced across the floor.
He continued his conversation in an exasperated tone:
"Yes, yes, honey, I'm going to be late again tonight, but I really don't understand this. You knew my career was demanding."
The oak door opened wider with a slight whine as his visitor stepped in and waited calmly for the end of the argument. He tapped a pair of elegant riding gloves in his smooth, white palm.
A sharp, feminine voice came from the fireplace. "Percy. Don't 'honey' me. I've been patient --"
"-- Aurora, this is ridiculous! Anyway, he's here now. We'll talk later, I promise."
The floating head in the fireplace turned towards the visitor. Aurora's hair was blonde but her eyes brown -- a sure sign the colour was Maribella's Hair Glow. She turned and eyed Lucius Malfoy up and down coldly. "Yes, Percy. We will." Her chin tipped haughtily as the head winked out.
Percy chuckled and smiled at Lucius, shaking his head. "Women. They want to be with a man who's successful but then can't stand the sacrifices you have to make, the time investment." Lucius plucked Percy's cloak from the hat-rack and tossed it to him. Percy caught it deftly, and pulled it on. "You won't believe the latest she's imagined." He straightened his collar under the cloak as he crossed the room, where he held the door for Lucius politely.
"Would you believe," he laughed, "that she thinks I'm having an affair with you?"
"Does she now?" Lucius cast him a toothy smile as they stepped into the long hall.
"Absolutely absurd." Percy rolled his eyes as he fell into step beside Lucius. Those few employees they passed were incurious; it was normal to see the two together. "Anyhow, where are we going tonight?"
"I was considering the Mansfield Inn," Lucius said. His elegant cloak swept the polished marble floor as he walked slightly ahead of Percy. "It is self-consciously 'rustic' which ruins the entire effect, but it has a very good wine list, and is comfortably private. They have a new chef I think we should try."
"Mansfield? Oh dear," Percy fussed with his robes as they stopped at the elevator, peering in the mirrored doors of this level. His reflection was little too jagged for a good look. "Am I quite presentable do you think? I didn't know until this afternoon we were going out again, else I would have brought a fresh change of clothes."
"You'll do." Lucius' eyes were hooded and smug. "You look just fine, Percy."
"Do you think so?" Percy gratefully met his eyes.
"Yes." His voice tinged with amusement.
"That means a lot coming from you."
A slight smile touched the corners of Lucius' mouth, and he gazed up at the numbers on the elevator. "Of course it does."
Geeze, I have a lot of unfinished Percy fics.
This one was written for Dana, but the notes seem to have been lost. I can't find my notebook anywhere. That notebook also has my outline for SNAPE MANOR. It's a slow build romance, NC-17 (but not in this part) and I still feel the muse for this one. I think if I find the notes I'll be able to finish it. Here's a cookie for you, Dana.
Dana's fic.
by Icarus
The Ministry was nearly empty at this hour. Arched windows showed a cool twilight sky, dark blue shading to the last sunset glow. Here and there the golden globe of a lamp still glowed in open offices where someone was bent over a desk, working late.
A slow tap of footsteps echoed down the marble hall, then stopped, outside a particular door.
As usual Percy Weasley was still there, his paneled office as neat as a pin save for a scattering of scrolls, parchments and unfolded memos on his desk. He talked loudly to the fireplace across the room, glancing up from an unscrolling roll of meeting notes. His waste bin scampered off on schedule, seven o'clock, and his last shot at it missed and bounced across the floor.
He continued his conversation in an exasperated tone:
"Yes, yes, honey, I'm going to be late again tonight, but I really don't understand this. You knew my career was demanding."
The oak door opened wider with a slight whine as his visitor stepped in and waited calmly for the end of the argument. He tapped a pair of elegant riding gloves in his smooth, white palm.
A sharp, feminine voice came from the fireplace. "Percy. Don't 'honey' me. I've been patient --"
"-- Aurora, this is ridiculous! Anyway, he's here now. We'll talk later, I promise."
The floating head in the fireplace turned towards the visitor. Aurora's hair was blonde but her eyes brown -- a sure sign the colour was Maribella's Hair Glow. She turned and eyed Lucius Malfoy up and down coldly. "Yes, Percy. We will." Her chin tipped haughtily as the head winked out.
Percy chuckled and smiled at Lucius, shaking his head. "Women. They want to be with a man who's successful but then can't stand the sacrifices you have to make, the time investment." Lucius plucked Percy's cloak from the hat-rack and tossed it to him. Percy caught it deftly, and pulled it on. "You won't believe the latest she's imagined." He straightened his collar under the cloak as he crossed the room, where he held the door for Lucius politely.
"Would you believe," he laughed, "that she thinks I'm having an affair with you?"
"Does she now?" Lucius cast him a toothy smile as they stepped into the long hall.
"Absolutely absurd." Percy rolled his eyes as he fell into step beside Lucius. Those few employees they passed were incurious; it was normal to see the two together. "Anyhow, where are we going tonight?"
"I was considering the Mansfield Inn," Lucius said. His elegant cloak swept the polished marble floor as he walked slightly ahead of Percy. "It is self-consciously 'rustic' which ruins the entire effect, but it has a very good wine list, and is comfortably private. They have a new chef I think we should try."
"Mansfield? Oh dear," Percy fussed with his robes as they stopped at the elevator, peering in the mirrored doors of this level. His reflection was little too jagged for a good look. "Am I quite presentable do you think? I didn't know until this afternoon we were going out again, else I would have brought a fresh change of clothes."
"You'll do." Lucius' eyes were hooded and smug. "You look just fine, Percy."
"Do you think so?" Percy gratefully met his eyes.
"Yes." His voice tinged with amusement.
"That means a lot coming from you."
A slight smile touched the corners of Lucius' mouth, and he gazed up at the numbers on the elevator. "Of course it does."
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Date: 2004-02-10 01:29 am (UTC)I particularly like "he's here now" like we she should know who's there, which of course she does...
And I love your Lucius. "Of course it does" says he, and I say "yum".
Who am I kidding? I love everyone you write.