"I just told you I don't remember anything," Percy answered, stubbornly. He had images, and that wasn't his point. His point was that he no frame of reference, no books to direct him, no lesson plans, nothing but this.
When Cass kissed him again, he decided that his point could wait for much later. He carded the back of Cass' hair, keeping him close as they kissed, and yet allowing him to move as he wished. "God, Cass.... do something." Didn't Cass know that redheads and patience didn't mash together? Especially when said redheads happened to be Weasley. "Please, move."