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Chapter 3 : Comfort
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As I climbed down the staircase from my dormitory, I could make out the distinct sound of Percy’s pompous voice. He was reprimanding someone again, I was sure of it.
“...many times do I have to tell you two to start acting responsible? Honestly! Will you never learn? Will you never realize that what you do does not only reflect badly on the two of you, but me as well? On the Weasley family name? I cannot believe that you—Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?”
“Thanks Lucie!” the twins chorused in unison.
“No problem.” I grinned at them before turning to Percy. “Now, what are you on about this time?”
He glowered at me and, with one hand still rubbing the back of his head where I had flicked him—what a baby, I reckon it hadn’t even hurt all that much—he used the other to wave his wand. It promptly turned into a rubber chicken, and I blinked a moment before bursting out laughing.
“That’s brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!” I proclaimed, and the twins puffed out their chests with pride. Percy still hadn’t stopped glowering at me.
“You are not supposed to encourage this kind of immature behavior, Lucie!” he hissed at me.
I shrugged. “Oh c’mon, Perce. You’ve got to admit, it’s a rather brilliant piece of magic. Tough Transfiguration. I reckon even McGonagall would be impressed.”
He began burning a violent shade of red as he shouted, “The only thing our Head of House is going to be when she finds out these two dunderheads replaced the Head Boy’s wand with this...this...contraption is furious! Detention for a week, I tell you! Now give me back my real wand!”
I shook my head. “Oh, no can do with those detentions, Perce. The Ravenclaw match is coming up, and Oliver’s got us practicing like we’re training for the World Cup. The bloke might just castrate you if Fred and George don’t show their ugly mugs at practice.”
Oliver, who had just sidled up beside me, slung his arm around my shoulders and nodded his head in agreement. “It’s true, mate. I really might.”
Percy gave out a groan of frustration. “Am I the only one who cares about rules anymore? About order? About the sanctity of this great institution?”
The twins, Oliver and I all exchanged glances before chorusing, “Pretty much.”
“Bloody fine!” he roared. “Then if you two refuse to give me back my wand, I’ll write our mother!”
The twins gasped together, their eyes widening and their mouths hanging open in shock.
“—wouldn’t! You know—”
“—Mum still hates us—”
“—for setting your desk on fire! She’ll—”
“—have our heads!”
“Watch me,” Percy threatened, his eyes narrowed. “I reckon she might even send you a Howler.”
Fred and George grumbled their displeasure as Fred reached into his bookbag and pulled out Percy’s wand. Percy snatched it from his grip, threw the rubber chicken in their general direction—missing by half a meter—and stomped up the stairs to the boys’ dormitories.
Oliver and I shot each other a look.
“Nose goes!” he cried out, and before I even knew what was happening, his finger was touching the tip of his nose and he was smirking devilishly down at me.
I groaned. “Oh, for Merlin’s sake!”
Oliver snickered. “Have fun!” he called, scrambling out of the portrait hole before I could kick him in the shin. It would’ve served him right, leaving me to deal with a cross Percy all on my own.
I sighed and trudged up the steps to the boys’ dormitories, shuffling down the hallway until I reached the door marked ‘Seventh Year’. I pushed it open and found Percy exactly as I had pictured him to be: sitting on his bed reading a book, his mouth set in a thin line and his body rigid. I struggled to suppress a scoff. Percy was the only bloke I knew who reads when he’s angry. Honestly.
“Perce,” I said, moving to sit at the foot of his bed. He didn’t look up. “C’mon, Perce. You know Fred and George just like to rile you up. It’s all in good fun, really.”
He huffed and turned a page.
“Perce, seriously. It’s not even a big deal,” I said, annoyed that he was ignoring me. “You always just overreact.”
Another huff. Another page turn.
“Perce!” This time I reached over, ripped the book from his grip, and set it down on the floor. I had scooted closer to Percy while doing this, so now our knees were touching, and when I straightened up, our faces ended up being only centimeters apart. His anger seemingly abandoned, he looked at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes—one that I’m sure I’ve only ever been witness to—and I rolled my eyes. After surveying the room to make absolutely certain we were the only occupants, I muttered, “Oh, fuck it all” and kissed him.
We fell back on the bed, me on top of him, his hands gripping my hips and my fists clinging to his chest, our breathing heavy and our bodies pressed closely together. We rolled over so that I was under him and he brought his lips to my neck, nipping and suckling and making me quite glad that Oliver had acted the coward and sent me upstairs. Percy once again returned to my lips and gave me a searing kiss, making my head spin and the butterflies in my stomach go wild. I had to take a moment to remember how to breathe when he finally pulled away.
He may not have looked it, but Percy Weasley was one hell of a good snog.
“We should probably head back to the common room,” he said, his breathing ragged. “You know, before any of my dorm mates catch us.” I could only nod.
He climbed off the bed, allowing me to sit up and follow suit. I went to the bathroom to flatten my now-unruly hair and arrange it so that the slight hickey Percy had given me moments ago was virtually undetectable.
“Ready to go?” he asked when I reentered the dormitory. His clothes looked freshly pressed despite being rumpled not a minute prior, his hair was perfectly coiffed, and his Head Boy badge was gleaming on the breast of his robe. If they were ever to make a play about the world’s biggest brownnose, Percy wouldn’t even have to bother auditioning.
“Let’s,” I said, trying not to snicker at his altogether quite uppity appearance, and began to turn the doorknob. Percy’s hand reached out and his slim fingers encircled my wrist, stopping me.
“Wait,” he said, his voice gruff again, and I looked up at him questioningly. He only smiled and leaned down to plant one more delicate kiss on my lips. “Now we can go, beautiful,” he murmured in my ear, and I couldn’t help but blush.
The boy may have been a haughty fool, but he was the sweetest haughty fool I had ever known.
How’s school so far, love? I hope you’re studying hard. Remember, this is your N.E.W.T. year, and Healer training at Mungo’s only accepts the best. You’re a shoe-in, so long as you set your mind to it! I’d ask about Quidditch but I already know that Oliver is training you like a maniac for the Cup, as this is his last year as Captain. Just make sure you tell him I say to ease up a bit; that boy can get carried away so easily when it comes to Quidditch! You need time to study and have fun, too, you know. I’ve sent along some Japanese sweets for you, Alicia, Percy, and Oliver to munch on when you’re just hanging around in the common room. Hope you lot enjoy them! By the time you get this letter I’ll probably already be in Switzerland, so expect some of the world’s finest chocolate soon as well!
I miss you with all my heart, Lucie love, and I sincerely apologize again about Christmas.
“Oi, Oliver. My uncle said to stop working us so hard in practice or I’m not to give you any of the candy he sent me.”
Oliver looked up from tearing heartily into his chicken breast, his expression scandalized. “What? Uncle Wyatt, no!”
Alicia, Percy, and I laughed as Oliver snatched the letter from my hands, wanting to see this ultimatum himself.
“You’re a liar, Lucie! He never said I couldn’t have any candy!” Oliver yelled indignantly, pointing an accusatory finger at me. I swatted his hand away. Unperturbed, he grabbed the package of sweets off the table and ripped it open. “And Quidditch is fun,” he added as an afterthought, stuffing a chewy pink square of sugar in his mouth.
“Not if your captain is You-Know-Who reincarnated,” Alicia muttered under her breath.
“Aihuffduth!” Oliver grumbled through a mouth full of multicolored sweets. It looked as if he was chewing a rainbow. We all stared at him with raised eyebrows until he swallowed and said coherently, “I heard that.”
“I’m pretty sure Uncle Wyatt meant that candy for all of us, mate, not just you,” commented Percy as he reached into the box to grab a weird sort of taffy. “So share the wealth. Right, Luce?”
“Mhm,” I said as I grabbed my own handful. Alicia did the same. Our portion of the table fell silent as we all munched on our sweets in content.
“Why is Uncle Wyatt sorry about Christmas?”
I trained my gaze down to the table shamefully. Percy knew the reason why, of course, but I hadn’t mentioned it to the others. I didn’t want to bother them with my petty problems.
“Luce,” said Alicia, “is he not coming home for Christmas again?”
“Maybe,” I squeaked out, keeping my eyes resolutely on the intricate woodworking beside my plate. I didn’t want to see what I knew would be stern expressions on Alicia and Oliver’s faces for keeping them out of the loop.
“You can come stay with me.”
I looked up in surprise when three voices chorused in unison. Alicia, Percy, and Oliver had all volunteered to have me over.
“No, she’s staying with me.”
“Fat chance. I’m obviously the best choice out of us three.”
“Oh, please. Your house is a pigsty! She’d get lost amidst your piles of trash. We probably won’t even find her until after N.E.W.T.s if she tries to brave your room.”
“Hark who’s talking! You’re practically a hoarder!”
I rolled my eyes as they bickered over who would be my generous host for the holidays, but I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. My uncle may not have been able to come home, but I was comforted by the fact that I would still be spending Christmas with family.
Author's note: I wasn't planning on updating today, but as it's our beloved 2nd of May, I figured I'd post in the day's honor. Plus, I'm in a good mood because I got asked to prom earlier by a guy I really like. :)
I know this chapter was a bit filler-y, but I threw in a snog session and the twins so it should be enough to abate you. ;) The next chapter is longer and drama ensues—it's centered around a Quidditch match; what else would happen?—and you get to know a vital part of Lucie's backstory. So don't miss out!
Please, please, please leave a review! Even if it's just a, "Cool story bro. YOLO". (You can just forget I said that.) I would like to especially thank poor_old_snuffles, who left lovely reviews on the first two chapters.
I'm already working out a sequel in my head for this baby. ;)
Until next update!
11/4/13 edits: title change, minor text changes, grammatical errors
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