|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2007-08-08 20:26:00
|Entry tags:||hp fic draco/harry, hp fic exchanges and fests, hp fic harry/percy, hp fic oliver/percy|
HP fic: In/Sight [Harry/Draco, adult]
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Percy/Oliver, former Harry/Percy
Warnings: Explicit sex, but nothing that requires a special warning.
Summary: Harry keeps coming by junior minister Weasley's office... but is it really just to have lunch with his ex?
Word Count: ~10,200
Notes: Written for pushdragon at the hd_holidays Last Hurrah fest. I couldn't manage to work anything like all the possible elements suggested here, but a fair few are present for this last hurrah at Harry/Draco before the boys are doomed! Originally posted here.
"Would you mind removing your... your pet? This is an office, not a zoo." Percy could discern the note of outrage in his assistant's voice even through the closed door.
"Magnus is not a pet, as you ought to know. Besides, I'm here to see the junior minister."
"He's eating his lunch, Potter. You and your whatever-it-is will have to wait."
"I don't think so," said Harry confidently. "I'm sure he'll see me now."
There was a tense pause, and then a tap on the door. "Mr. Weasley?"
"Yes, send him in," Percy replied, and looked up as the door opened and Harry entered. His Kneazle, on an almost invisibly thin lead, preceded him into the room, looking about as if it owned the place, and moved towards the chair that Percy kept for visitors. Percy came around the desk to embrace Harry before he could sit down.
"It's good to see you," he said, kissing Harry's cheek. "I'd heard of Hermione's little experiment; they sent a memo 'round the whole building. How is it working out?"
Harry returned the hug, then sat down, and Percy went back to his own chair.
"Quite well, so far." Harry's voice was enthusiastic, his face still turned towards Percy. "It's based on a Muggle idea. They use fairly large dogs, but Kneazles are so much brighter that even though they're relatively small, Magnus does a fantastic job. It's much," he paused, evidently searching for the right word, "friendlier than having a spell to lead me around. And I don't feel as if I'm imposing on someone all the time. You know how I hate that."
"You do seem rather more relaxed," agreed Percy, picking up his interrupted sandwich and taking a bite. He chewed quickly, swallowed, then asked, "I suppose Hermione is delighted?"
"Oh yes," Harry agreed. He sniffed the air. "So Malfoy wasn't lying and I really did interrupt your lunch. Prawn, I take it?"
"Prawn and avocado." Percy smiled. He should have known that Harry wouldn't miss picking up on that. It had always been a favorite sandwich for both of them. "Would you like a bite?"
Harry leaned forward, holding out his hand. The Kneazle, Magnus, leaped up onto Percy's desk and used its nose to nudge at Harry's wrist, pushing it in the proper direction to take the quarter sandwich from Percy. Harry leaned back and took a bite, a blissful expression settling across his features. "Delicious, thanks. I hadn't actually eaten lunch yet myself."
"No? I'll get Draco to go fetch in another." He ignored Harry's protests, pressing the buzzer on his desk. When Draco put his head in, Percy said, "Would you please go to the canteen for another prawn and avocado sandwich for Mr. Potter?" He remembered what Harry liked to drink, and added, "And some fizzy lemonade as well. Thank you."
Draco frowned very slightly, his body stiff, but he nodded and disappeared. He had proven to be a more than competent assistant on the whole, but had never quite reconciled himself to some of the more menial aspects of the job. Most of the time Percy didn't ask him to do such things, but he was curious what Harry had really come to see him about, and didn't fancy going down to the crowded canteen, where it would be impossible to talk.
"He should be back in a few minutes." Percy leaned back in his chair. "So, to what do I owe this honor? I'm sure you're not here to talk up the merits of Guide Kneazles. That's not within my purview."
Harry had finished his fragment of sandwich and was licking a stray blob of mayonnaise from one finger. Percy was sure that Harry didn't realize how sexy he looked doing that. That artlessness was one of his more endearing characteristics. Percy was still a little regretful that things hadn't worked out between them, though they had given it a good try for more than two years before realizing that their feelings for one another were really closer to friends than to lovers.
"I was talking to Kingsley yesterday," said Harry, "and he was wanting to know some information about operations during the war."
"Something he couldn't just send me a memo about?" Percy raised his eyebrows, though he knew that would be lost on Harry.
"Oh, I suppose he could have done but I offered to come talk to you myself." Harry grinned. "It was a good excuse; I hardly ever seem to see you these days," his expression flickered, "and the times I tried to Floo your house in the past fortnight you weren't home. New boyfriend keeping you busy?"
Percy blushed. He hadn't thought that anyone knew about that; perhaps Harry had just made a lucky guess. He did know Percy fairly well, after all. "Sometimes," he muttered.
"Anyone I know?" Harry probed gently. "I'm happy for you, Perce, I really am. Just curious, that's all."
They hadn't really talked about making it public yet, but Percy trusted Harry, with all his experience of the gossip columns, to be able to be discreet if Percy asked.
"You know him. Oliver Wood. But it's all quite private still." Not that it could remain so indefinitely. For reasons Percy had never understood, the public had an insatiable wish to know every detail of the life and relationships of even the less-successful Quidditch players, and Oliver was a rising star. At least Percy was used to that sort of thing after having been with Harry.
Harry's face lit up. "That's great!" he said enthusiastically. "I hope it works out for you two."
Just then Draco returned with the sandwich and drink, and as they ate Percy and Harry talked over what Kingsley wanted to know. Since Percy had been a spy for the Order of the Phoenix during the war, so secretly that his own family had thought he was working against them, he was aware of quite a lot that had either never made it into any official documents, or that had been among the information destroyed over the course of the last few months before Voldemort's defeat.
It really hadn't been anything of great importance, as Harry had said; just a question of how certain activities had been delegated in the wartime Ministry. When Harry was drinking the last of his lemonade, Percy said, "Is this really why you're here?"
"More or less." Harry coughed. "I wanted to see you, too."
Percy doubted that even that was all, but there was no point in asking further just now. He did need to get back to work. He had a meeting that afternoon with his counterpart from Belgium and hadn't quite finished preparing the reports he needed to give the other man; Oliver had rather distracted him over the past week. "We'll get together for drinks sometime soon, how about that?" he said.
"That would be great. I'll stop by here later this week and we can set a time, would that suit?"
"Or you could just owl or send a memo," Percy pointed out.
"Yeah. I'll be in touch one way or another." Harry stood up, Magnus on his lead guiding him toward the door.
Percy rose and followed.
"Finished with your little meeting?" Draco's voice held a hint of a sneer as Harry passed through the outer office.
"Obviously." In turn, Harry was just as cool. "Thank you for fetching our lunch."
"Mr. Weasley asked me to." Percy saw Draco's knuckles whiten as he gripped a quill tightly. "It wasn't for your sake, Potter."
"No, I suppose not, but thank you anyway." Magnus had led Harry to the outer door, and he fumbled for a second before finding the doorknob. "Later, Percy," he tossed over his shoulder as he left.
Draco shook his head, but his eyes followed Harry until the door closed, Percy saw.
"He might drop by again later this week," Percy told Draco. "Unless I'm in an important meeting, go ahead and let him in."
Draco inhaled sharply, as if to protest, but he nodded acquiescence.
"And I expect you to be polite. The two of you were getting along fine at the end of the war, or so Ron said; what happened?" Percy had always wondered about that, but had never had a good opportunity to ask Draco. Harry had seemed genuinely confused when Percy had asked him once, early in their relationship, just shrugging and saying that he didn't know either.
It couldn't be because Harry was queer. Draco had never treated him, Percy, in a way that suggested he thought the less of Percy for his sexual preferences. In fact he had a strong suspicion that Draco might lean that way himself; Draco didn't seem to have any romantic relationships with either sex. Such discretion hinted at feelings Draco might prefer to hide. No, it had to be something else that had come between Harry and Draco, something more personal. He waited to hear Draco's reply.
"Nothing," Draco muttered at last, picking up a pile of parchment and tapping it into a neat stack. His eyes were lowered, and although Percy watched him for a moment more, he would not look up.
It wasn't really any of his business, Percy supposed, though he was vaguely disappointed. "In any case, I want you to treat Mr. Potter as you would any other visitor," he repeated. "I'll be working on that report for the next hour; please warn me when it's time for the meeting with the Belgian Minister."