Percy had returned to his flat the night that he and Draco had had their disagreement. It had been cold and lonely, until he had put on the heating and lighting charms. And then it had still been cold and lonely.
Especially lonely. He missed Draco more than he wanted to admit.
The days had been very quiet, as he wasn't returning to his job until next week. Which meant that he had a lot of time to fill. Alone. He could have gone to his family home, but he still felt a little out of place there. His mother was warm and welcoming, but things were still awkward with the rest. So he read, a lot, did crossword puzzles, a lot, and spent far too much time thinking. And thinking. And thinking.
When he decided to go to Draco's it was an impulse. If he had let himself think on it too much he wouldn't have gone. In fact, he nearly turned back several times. But he missed Draco something awful, like an ache in his chest.
He was sure this was a mistake. Even the weather seemed to agree with that, and by the time he reached Draco's doorstep, it was raining. Wonderful. Just wonderful. With a sigh, Percy knocked before he had a chance to turn and go away.