"I didn't mean it like that," he said softly. "You know that. Or I hope you know that. I meant that all those pureblood Slytherins who have caused a war should have looked at their options, and would have found that some redheads they despise would have agreed with them, and a lot of lives could have been spared."
Percy cupped Cass's cheek and stretched up so he could press his lips against Cass's. "I don't care who or what your parents are, Cass. I never had, and if I did, I'd object to your paternal side a lot more."
He chuckled. "You've been talking just as much, if not more." He kissed Cass again, just as softly. "Besides you can't move or do much of anything. You can talk or listen, or you can get some sleep. So your choices are to talk, or I can read to you, or you can fall asleep. Or you can fall asleep while I read to you. It's late anyway."