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The Best of All Instructors (Percy/Ron, PG-13)
Title: The Best of All Instructors
Pairing: Percy/Ron
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 508
Warnings: See pairing.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: He had to practise with someone.
Notes: This is for the lovely (and patient!) ghot, who requested some Percy/Ron from me ages ago.

Practise is the best of all instructors. Publicius Syrus, 42 B.C.E.

Ron knew Percy had kissed a girl. That Ravenclaw with the dark brown curls. Kind of snobby. Phyllis, or something. Ron didn't care what her name was, though. That didn't matter.

What mattered was that Percy had kissed a girl, probably more than once, which meant he probably knew what he was doing.

And Ron had no idea what he was doing.

He wanted desperately, more than anything, to kiss Hermione Granger, but found himself becoming a dribbling idiot whenever the opportunity arose.

And so he went to Percy. Fred and George would only laugh and tease him without mercy, and while Harry was his best mate, well, Ron reckoned this maybe was more of a brother thing.

Percy made a lot of noise clearing his throat and spent a lot of time adjusting his glasses, and Ron stood there feeling very small though he was almost as tall as Percy now. He could feel a blush staining down his cheeks. Maybe he should've asked Harry after all.

But then Percy said okay, alright, and he shut the door and sat on his bed and motioned for Ron to do the same. Ron swallowed and perched beside his brother, not sure what to do with his hands.

Percy took him by the shoulders, then, and Percy's face was suddenly very close to Ron's, and Ron started, blinking. Percy's eyes were huge, magnified by the lenses of his spectacles, and Percy pulled back, mumbling something, and set them on his bedside table.

And then his face was right there again, and there was the most tentative press of lips, and Ron had a feeling he should have closed his eyes, but, wow. Wow. He couldn't, quite. Percy's eyes were closed, and Ron found he wanted to study them, the crepe eyelids, the dusty lashes, the way they barely fluttered.

Percy pulled, away, then, and instructed Ron that he should kiss back, and that he definitely needed to close his eyes. Ron wasn't sure how Percy knew he hadn't had his eyes closed, but he complied, and the next kiss was better, and Ron dared to open his lips just a little.

And that was even better.

They practised every night for a week, and Ron became more and more daring, and finally, not understanding why he did it, he pressed against Percy until they were lying against Percy's pillow, arms around each other, breathing hard.

After a minute of this, Percy sat up, grabbed his specs, said it seemed Ron had it all figured out now. It took a little while before they could quite look each other in the face, but in the end, Ron gave Percy a hug, and Percy returned it, if tentatively.

And when it turned out that the first person he kissed was not Hermione after all, but Dean Thomas, late one night by the common room fire, it didn't matter. Lips were lips, and a kiss was a kiss, and Ron had had the best of all instructors.