"Doorstep Revelations," Harry/Percy, PG Title: Doorstep Revelations Author:kethlenda Pairing: Harry/Percy Rating: PG Warnings: none Word Count: I don't remember. Short though. Summary: Percy has been helping the Order secretly. Harry capslocks a lot. A/N: Written in May '07 for emiime's birthday.
The door opened a crack, and Percy saw Harry's face in the sliver of light for just a moment before the door slammed shut again.
Percy bit his lip and knocked again.
Harry opened the door again; this time his face was flushed red, his eyes flashing fury. "Well? Here to arrest me, I suppose? Where's Scrimgeour, Percy? Hiding round the corner?"
"He's...he's not here, Harry. I just want to talk to you for a minute."
"Let me guess. You're here to tell me to keep my dangerous, mad self away from your little brother so as not to wreck his chances to become a petty little bureaucrat like you, is that it?"
"Oh, that bloody buggering letter--"
"Yeah. That one. Out with it, Percy. Why are you here?"
"I know what you're doing. And I came to bring you these." Percy held up the armload of rolled parchment he'd brought. "To help."
"Help? You?"
Harry's face was still scarlet, but Percy noticed that he almost seemed as confused as he was angry now, and he'd opened the door a little wider. It was progress.
"Since when have you ever been any help to me?" Harry continued. "Let's see. Warning my best mate against me…"
"And how would you have done it?" Percy snapped. "How would you have warned him about Umbridge's plans without arousing her suspicions if the letter happened to fall into her hands?"
"Against…against Umbridge?"
"I knew all about her, I worked with her; people tell you all sorts of things if they think you've cut ties with your family, you know…"
"What do you mean, if they think?"
Percy swallowed. "I've been...I've been helping you. The Order. Go to Hogwarts. Ask Professor Dumbledore's portrait if you don't believe me. And…and I brought you these."
Harry still seemed to be shaking cobwebs from his head. "Even if I believed you, what use would I have for a load of parchment about cauldron thickness, or whatever useless thing they've got you doing now?"
"They're about You-Know-Who, you thick-headed, stubborn…This is everything I could find in Scrimgeour's office about You-Know-Who. Everything all the previous Ministers wrote about him. I've been copying it, little by little. Scrimgeour thinks I'm studying wand-core statistics over the last half-century, and I won't deny that the subject is fascinating in and of itself, but--"
"Prove it."
Percy fumbled with the unwieldy bundle of scrolls, shifting most of them to his other arm so he could hook his finger around the end of one of them and unroll it for Harry to see. "You'll have to cast Lumos yourself, I'm afraid; I haven't got a free hand…"
"To HELL with the scrolls. Prove to me that you give a monkey's arse if I live or die, Percy. Give me one reason to trust you or get the FUCK out."
Percy rarely found himself at a loss for words; he usually found that he had, in fact, more words than were strictly necessary for the situation at hand. Tonight, however…
He couldn't think of anything he could say that would convince Harry that he was here because he actually gave a damn, that he wasn't spying for Scrimgeour or playing some kind of practical joke. So, fresh out of saner ideas, he kissed Harry.
The scrolls dropped to the doorstep, forgotten, as Percy pressed his lips to Harry's, feeling the angry heat in Harry's cheeks under the palms of his hands. Harry wriggled away, green eyes wide with shock as they met Percy's, and Percy waited to be cursed, waited to have his lights punched out. Instead, Harry mashed his face back up against Percy's, his nose bumping one of the lenses of Percy's glasses and leaving it smudged, his lips answering the kiss with all of his own desperation and anger and frustration.
Percy couldn't stop touching Harry's face, feeling the lines and angles so familiar to his eyes, so strange and new to his hands. Then Harry's tongue slipped between Percy's lips, and that too was a revelation, and Percy moaned against Harry's mouth.
It was Harry who broke away first, and again Percy waited for the hexes to rain down, but instead Harry just blinked owlishly behind his specs and opened the door as wide as it would go.
"You'd better come in," he said. "The front stoop is no place to…"
"To talk strategy. Right you are," said Percy as he bent to pick up his scrolls. His cheeks burned, but he could feel the smile spreading across his face too. He followed Harry into the house, and found himself hoping the scrolls could wait at least a little while.