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icarusTitle: Two Way Mirror
Rating: Truly NC-17
Pairing: The rather intense Percy/Snape
Wordcount: 2,792.5
HBP spoilers like you wouldn't believe. If you want non-spoilery Percy/Snape, read this instead.
Summary: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Author’s Note: Thank you to the ever-insightful![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cheshyre, world-renowed expert on Percyness, and to dphearson for her enthusiasm. Also a call-out to killerbeautiful for her prompt reply (do you want the next one?). ETA -- almost forgot. Seven Shoe Alley belongs to CLS (my absolutely fabulous beta from Primer to the Dark Arts) from her Marauder-era Stag Night, which you really ought to read.
Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Snippet of Two Way Mirror
By Icarus
It was always the men's room where one heard these things. Percy shook himself off and was buttoning his trousers when the wooden door bumped open. He turned, a bit startled, as two men continued their conversation in surprisingly loud voices that echoed off the dank grey walls.
"Yeah, they've got Squibs – girls and boys – who'll suck you for practically free."
By their casual robes they looked like they were from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. A bathroom stall door thumped closed.
The taller of the two stood in front of the urinal and said loudly to his friend, "Oh yeah, I've heard of Seven Shoe Alley. Wouldn't be caught dead paying for it though."
Percy hovered by the faucet and pretended to ignore them as he peered at his reflection. He stroked a curl a flat with a little water.
"Eh, everybody does it one time or another. Don't mean nothing about you, just that you needed a quick pick-me-up."
The other laughed as he buttoned his robes. "All the same, I think I'll stick with my girlfriend."
"Yeah? And how's that working out for you? You find the magic key to unlock her knees yet?"
"Oh, fuck you!"
It was just the usual crudeness among men, and Percy didn't know why it preyed on his mind throughout the day. Yet he found himself at his desk thinking about it, quill poised as he leaned on an elbow, the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window behind him. There was the usual bustle of people in his office… whose last words he had just missed. "—the Minister's signed the anti-Dementor Act rider, however—"
He blinked and tried to catch up.
Of course he knew about blow jobs. That was nothing new; he'd even had one once. But somehow 'blow job' coupled with 'boy' had fired his imagination.
He wanted that.
He wanted to do that.
And apparently other people did as well.
Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Rating: Truly NC-17
Pairing: The rather intense Percy/Snape
Wordcount: 2,792.5
HBP spoilers like you wouldn't believe. If you want non-spoilery Percy/Snape, read this instead.
Summary: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Author’s Note: Thank you to the ever-insightful
cheshyre, world-renowed expert on Percyness, and to dphearson for her enthusiasm. Also a call-out to killerbeautiful for her prompt reply (do you want the next one?). ETA -- almost forgot. Seven Shoe Alley belongs to CLS (my absolutely fabulous beta from Primer to the Dark Arts) from her Marauder-era Stag Night, which you really ought to read. Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
Snippet of Two Way Mirror
By Icarus
It was always the men's room where one heard these things. Percy shook himself off and was buttoning his trousers when the wooden door bumped open. He turned, a bit startled, as two men continued their conversation in surprisingly loud voices that echoed off the dank grey walls.
"Yeah, they've got Squibs – girls and boys – who'll suck you for practically free."
By their casual robes they looked like they were from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. A bathroom stall door thumped closed.
The taller of the two stood in front of the urinal and said loudly to his friend, "Oh yeah, I've heard of Seven Shoe Alley. Wouldn't be caught dead paying for it though."
Percy hovered by the faucet and pretended to ignore them as he peered at his reflection. He stroked a curl a flat with a little water.
"Eh, everybody does it one time or another. Don't mean nothing about you, just that you needed a quick pick-me-up."
The other laughed as he buttoned his robes. "All the same, I think I'll stick with my girlfriend."
"Yeah? And how's that working out for you? You find the magic key to unlock her knees yet?"
"Oh, fuck you!"
It was just the usual crudeness among men, and Percy didn't know why it preyed on his mind throughout the day. Yet he found himself at his desk thinking about it, quill poised as he leaned on an elbow, the late afternoon sun streaming in through the window behind him. There was the usual bustle of people in his office… whose last words he had just missed. "—the Minister's signed the anti-Dementor Act rider, however—"
He blinked and tried to catch up.
Of course he knew about blow jobs. That was nothing new; he'd even had one once. But somehow 'blow job' coupled with 'boy' had fired his imagination.
He wanted that.
He wanted to do that.
And apparently other people did as well.
Read the rest here: Wizarding gloryholes, unromantic sex and gritty, anonymous encounters under the shadow of war. A fugitive is at risk of being believed.
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Date: 2005-07-23 11:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-24 01:38 am (UTC)Icarus