Percy didn't like Harry Potter. Too much like Dumbledore, too fixated with getting to the Dark Lord and damn the rules and consequences. Too many members of his family had been hurt because of Dumbledore or Potter, but despite his dislike for them, he knew that Potter would never say anything to help the Death Eaters. "All right, but I'll still have to speak to all three of them." He knew it'd be a fight with Bones, a flirting session with Pansy and a friendly chat with Morag, because questioning Morag really wasn't very smart, Head Auror or not.
He lay down and rolled to his side. He threw one arm around Cass's waist. It wasn't that he had forgot or forgiven, but he wanted Cass to understand that his next words weren't dictated by anger. "I believe you. I probably wouldn't have if you had said no." He snorted. "There really is a short list of people with whom you haven't had sex."
He shook his head at the thought. "That's not the point I wanted to make. I- It's probably best if you move in with her. She can take care of you, and she's got feelings for you. It's as obvious as the sun on a clear summer day. You can have something with her, Cass, something real, something that people can know about and that won't put everyone at risk, something that might just savage this situation. She'd get what she wants, Lestrange would have no power over us, and you don't have to hide." It was the perfect solution and a Slytherin would appreciate the simplicity of it all. Percy was counting on it, in fact.