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haku_kaen, who requested fluffy Harry/Percy, G through PG-13. I'm open for suggestions on the name. Nothing's jumping out at me for the moment.
Christmas Fluff
by Icarus
Christmas at the Burrow was even better than Hogwarts, Harry thought as he helped Ron with the dishes, drying a plate with a jet of hot air. The house smelled of gingerbread and pine, and the decorations were a little battered, but nonetheless cheerful.
It seemed every time Harry turned a corner, someone was whispering and wrapping -- walking into a pair of flying scissors was a definite hazard. The strings of singing holly-lights were slightly off-key, but they made up for it with enthusiasm. They really didn't match unfortunately. One in the sitting room chirped 'We Wish You A Happy Christmas,' while the kitchen set hummed a dismal 'O Come All Ye Faithful.' Ron put his fingers in his ears. But Harry rather liked them.
Besides, he was in a great mood, even for Christmas.
All through dinner Percy had carefully not looked at him, and when someone tries not to look at you, they end up glancing over quite a lot. Plus, he'd dropped his fork, forgot to put his napkin in his lap and poured gravy all over it, and then didn't hear anybody ask him to pass the salt. When they both reached for it at once, their hands had met over the table. Percy could turn as red as his hair.
Harry wiped away a little smile. He felt the weight of a gaze on him, and knew without turning around who it was.
"Harry…" Percy cleared his throat. "Do you need a -- need some help there?"
"Nah, we've got it," Ron said.
Shit. But it was probably better they didn't act like this in front of Ron. Even Ron would get suspicious eventually. Harry turned and shrugged with a helpless gesture.
Percy hovered in the doorway, glanced about carefully, and mouthed: "Later."
Harry said aloud, "I suppose we have it," as he nodded emphatically. His heart raced.
"You know, Harry," Ron observed, glancing after his brother. "Percy's been acting weird all night."
Yeah, it was probably a good thing Percy didn't help with the dishes. Harry waited on pins and needles for bedtime.
~*~*~
But it was really late before Ron was finally asleep, the covers rising and falling steadily. Harry crept along the dark hall past Fred and George's room and stood outside Percy's door. It occurred to him that he'd never even been in here before. He couldn't exactly knock.
"Psst. Percy…" he whispered. There wasn't a sound.
Harry glanced up and down the empty hall, the cheerful colours of the hand-woven rugs and homey pictures gone to tones of blue-grey in the dark. He decided he was invited so therefore… he turned the knob, which gave an excruciatingly loud click, and edged into Percy's room.
It was very dark, and it took Harry's eyes a moment to adjust. He had an impression of extreme neatness, a stark contrast to the clutter of Ron's room, and there Percy was, curled up around his pillow…
…fast asleep.
Finis.
haku_kaen, who requested fluffy Harry/Percy, G through PG-13. I'm open for suggestions on the name. Nothing's jumping out at me for the moment.Christmas Fluff
by Icarus
Christmas at the Burrow was even better than Hogwarts, Harry thought as he helped Ron with the dishes, drying a plate with a jet of hot air. The house smelled of gingerbread and pine, and the decorations were a little battered, but nonetheless cheerful.
It seemed every time Harry turned a corner, someone was whispering and wrapping -- walking into a pair of flying scissors was a definite hazard. The strings of singing holly-lights were slightly off-key, but they made up for it with enthusiasm. They really didn't match unfortunately. One in the sitting room chirped 'We Wish You A Happy Christmas,' while the kitchen set hummed a dismal 'O Come All Ye Faithful.' Ron put his fingers in his ears. But Harry rather liked them.
Besides, he was in a great mood, even for Christmas.
All through dinner Percy had carefully not looked at him, and when someone tries not to look at you, they end up glancing over quite a lot. Plus, he'd dropped his fork, forgot to put his napkin in his lap and poured gravy all over it, and then didn't hear anybody ask him to pass the salt. When they both reached for it at once, their hands had met over the table. Percy could turn as red as his hair.
Harry wiped away a little smile. He felt the weight of a gaze on him, and knew without turning around who it was.
"Harry…" Percy cleared his throat. "Do you need a -- need some help there?"
"Nah, we've got it," Ron said.
Shit. But it was probably better they didn't act like this in front of Ron. Even Ron would get suspicious eventually. Harry turned and shrugged with a helpless gesture.
Percy hovered in the doorway, glanced about carefully, and mouthed: "Later."
Harry said aloud, "I suppose we have it," as he nodded emphatically. His heart raced.
"You know, Harry," Ron observed, glancing after his brother. "Percy's been acting weird all night."
Yeah, it was probably a good thing Percy didn't help with the dishes. Harry waited on pins and needles for bedtime.
~*~*~
But it was really late before Ron was finally asleep, the covers rising and falling steadily. Harry crept along the dark hall past Fred and George's room and stood outside Percy's door. It occurred to him that he'd never even been in here before. He couldn't exactly knock.
"Psst. Percy…" he whispered. There wasn't a sound.
Harry glanced up and down the empty hall, the cheerful colours of the hand-woven rugs and homey pictures gone to tones of blue-grey in the dark. He decided he was invited so therefore… he turned the knob, which gave an excruciatingly loud click, and edged into Percy's room.
It was very dark, and it took Harry's eyes a moment to adjust. He had an impression of extreme neatness, a stark contrast to the clutter of Ron's room, and there Percy was, curled up around his pillow…
…fast asleep.
Finis.
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Your Harry/Percy fluffiness is so absolutely cute.
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I love how absolutely perfectly fumbly the two of them are around each other, even as they're smart enough to try their best to hide it. I laughed at Ron's cluelessness, but am glad that you chose not to show how anyone else in the family reacted to their acting odd. This way I can imagine that they pulled it off if I want to, or that they're completely transparent to all the older people and Arthur and Molly are exchanging knowing glances while Bill's at the other end of the table snickering into his napkin at Percy's blushing after his hand brushed Harry's.
I laughed like a fool at the ending. Oh, poor poor Harry. I was not expecting that, but I think it's a perfect fit for the overall fluffy mood of the ficlet.
*runs off giggling*
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I never even considered the family's reactions, to tell you the truth. Which I think means I was really identifying with the two of them, because I don't think they believe anyone's caught on.
In truth, I suspect Molly has rose-coloured glasses where Percy is concerned (this is a GoF era fic), Arthur's a little myopic. If anyone's gonna catch on, it's going to be Percy's brothers -- probably the older ones. The twins and Ron have pretty 'set-in-stone' images of their brother, and being gay is just not boring enough for him.
Icarus
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Perhaps, it's just that they both deserve a little happiness.
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I couldn't agree more. They are such a surprisingly sweet combination.
Icarus
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And I hope Harry woke Percy up...
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Not to worry, they followed up later. "Where were you?" -- "You were asleep!" -- "No I wasn't." -- "You were!"
*They break off whispered conversation as Charlie shambles into kitchen. Staggers off.*
"You were too asleep! Anyhow, Ron was awake till nearly one o'clock."
"Oh, I see. How about tonight then?"
*They break off conversation again. Percy pretends to read The Daily Prophet (upside-down), Harry looks very interested in something outside the window, while the twins bumble down the stairs, grab some food, and disappear.*
"It'd better be tonight. It's my last night here."
Icarus
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You can wait back in Ron's room "shhh. Harry, Ron'll sleep through anything.." :D
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Re: Request
In the meantime, gosh, I've done a lot of Harry/Ron Here (http://home.earthlink.net/~dinkbird/id3.html#Harry/Ron). Cassandra Claire does not like Ron at all and is the ultimate Harry/Draco shipper, but she did go for the Harry/Ron dynamic (re. mess) in Primer to the Dark Arts (http://www.schnoogle.com/authorLinks/Icarus). 'Guy Talk' is irreverent, and 'An Irresistible Photo' is cute, but 'Primer' and 'Hagrid's Hut' really embody my picture of Harry and Ron together.
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Here you go. But do read Primer, Guy Talk or one of my GoF Harry/Ron fics. They're more stable than this.
It Was All Right (http://www.livejournal.com/users/icarusancalion/88823.html).
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All through dinner Percy had carefully not looked at him, and when someone tries not to look at you, they end up glancing over quite a lot.
*loves*
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