A Strange Encounter

Disclaimer: HP belongs to JKR and whoever she has contracts with.

A/N: To Cyranothe2nd: Well gosh! Haven’t you ever heard that you can’t rush creativity! LOL I don’t mean that but gosh whenever am I going to get another chance to say that! Hope you like the conclusion. Somehow your demand gave me a sudden rush of inspiration.

A/N: Hmm originally this was supposed to be a Percy/Snape fic….what the bloody hell happened to that!!! Oh well!!! On to the story:


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Before Percy could ask anymore questions Draco stormed out of the room and out the door.

“Fuck.” He had no choice but to follow him. As he ran out the door he nearly panicked, if the boy could apparate he could be anywhere in the country, and even if he didn’t apparate surely he could run quickly for he had run from You-Know-Who after all. Then with a sudden rush of inspiration Percy ran. He wasn’t sure what direction he was going but he let his feet take him anyway. He ran for Merlin only knows how long and…

Suddenly he stopped, nearly falling over at the abruptness. He peered into a dark and dirty alley where a skinny blond person was hunched over, “Draco!” The person looked up; it was Draco and it was obvious that he was crying. And with a rush of relieve and anger at the situation Percy shouted, “What are you doing?! You-Know-Who is after you. You can’t just come running out here like some brat. Someone is bound to try to capture you!!”

“I don’t care. Let them find me.” Draco spat.

“What!” Percy said still completely angry at the situation, “Is this some sort of trick!? Have you wanted this all the time? You wanted to lure me out so you and your Death Eater friends could capture me? Well for your information it won’t matter! I know nothing of Dumbledore’s secret club or any Ministry secrets!”

“Fuck off! You…I don’t want you to be captured…but as for me I DON’T CARE! Actually, I do care, I want them to capture me, perhaps they will end my so-called life.” Draco stood to leave but Percy blocked him and said in a calm but firm voice, “You don’t mean that.”

“I do. Now move” Draco said firmly.
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Arthur Weasley was becoming anxious. His wife had just floo-called him to tell him that the Malfoy boy had run away and his colleagues were refusing to help look for him.

“Come on Arthur, you said yourself Percy went after him. We have business here to attend to. If Draco still isn’t back when Tonks, Remus and Mad-eye get back from Malfoy Manor then we can send them to look for him.” Kingsley Shacklebolt said.

“Voldemort is not going to wait for….”

“Listen Arthur, Percy’s a good kid. He’ll take care of Draco. You know we can’t leave HIM here” Shacklebolt said motioning toward Harry Potter.

Arthur smirked; Harry Potter had been very difficult to deal with. He kept trying to give Snape the death penalty, kept trying to sneak into Snape’s holding cell to interrogate him and was proving to be as stubborn as his father used to be. “Alright fine, but the moment Tonks and Moody get back we are sending them to look for Draco.”

“Do you think Voldemort would lend us a Dementor?” Harry asked from across the room.

“What? Why would…” Arthur started.

“Well supposedly Voldemort is pissed off with Snape as well. So, maybe he’d allow us use of one of the Dementors. It’s worth a try.”

“Why don’t you go ask Rufus about that, Harry.” Shacklebolt smirked.

“You know what? I think I will.” Harry said and then walked out the door in search of Rufus.

“So about Draco.” Arthur said after a moment.

Shacklebolt nodded, “Yeah we’ll send Moody and Tonks.” He paused and then said, “I just hope that the committee sees fit to keep Harry away from Tuesday’s hearing.”

“Yeah well, we’ll find out tomorrow.” Arthur sighed. Personally, he highly doubted it. It was Harry Potter after all.

Hours later Arthur floo-ed to East Wing Hall where he met with his wife, Tonks, Remus, Kingsley, Moody, Professor McGonagall, Harry, Ron, Hermione and a house-elf.

Tonks, Remus, Molly, Kingsley, Moody, McGonagall and the house elf were in the sitting room while Ron, Hermione and Harry were in the kitchen. Arthur was standing in-between trying to listen to both conversations.

“Death isn’t enough!” Harry was still talking about Snape’s punishment.

“Now Harry,” said the voice of reason, also known as Hermione, “We need to hear his side before we go dueling out punishments.”

“His side? HIS SIDE?! Who gives a fuck about his side? He KILLED DUMBLEDORE!”

“Er I think Hermione’s right Harry.” Ron said hesitantly.

Arthur smiled. He was glad to here his youngest son standing up for what was right. In the living room a different debate was going on.

“I still say we wait.” Moody sighed.

“But Mad-Eye.” Molly protested, “We can’t let those boys run around unprotected.”

“FUCK OFF!” Harry screamed suddenly stomping into the living room followed by Ron and Hermione. “Kingsley keep me informed.” Harry said gruffly. Shacklebolt nodded and then Harry apparated away.

“Er. Sorry about that.” Ron said to no one in particular.

“We understand that Mr. Potter is upset. We all are. But I think that Albus’ death affected him the most.” McGonagall sighed.

“I want someone to be looking for…” Molly began but just then the front door opened. Standing in the door frame was a disheveled looking Draco Malfoy and an exhausted looking Percy Weasley. Relief rushed over Arthur at the sight of his son.

“Well if it isn’t the men of the hour!” Shacklebolt said happily.

“Oh you’re safe!” Molly cried running up and giving both Percy and Draco a big hug.

“I told you they’d be alright!” Moody said.

“Er. What are you all doing here?” Percy asked pulling away from his mother’s embrace. Arthur smirked, he knew Percy didn’t like hoards of people.

“We didn’t know what happened,” Arthur said, “We thought…we hoped that….well it’s good that you’re back safely.”

“Er. Right.” Said Percy.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” Molly cried kissing Draco, who seemed unable to push her aside, on the cheek and forehead.

“Hi Perce. How ya doing?” Tonks said grinning.

“Alright Miss Tonks. You?” Percy said striding into his living room.

“I’m super thanks for asking.”

“Percy. What happened?” Arthur asked Percy quietly.

“I’ll tell you later,” Percy said back.

“Hey, Draco.” Tonk’s said happily when Draco had been released from Molly’s death grip. “We inspected Malfoy manor today and we brought you back this!” And Tonks stepped aside reveling the house-elf

So that’s what it’s doing here, Arthur thought.
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“Hey, Draco.” Tonk’s said happily. Draco knew Tonks, not personally of course, but by stories and from what he understood she was his cousin but he had never been allowed to talk to her before. “We inspected Malfoy Manor today and we brought you back this!” Draco watched as Tonks moved aside and revealed a house elf. His house elf- from Malfoy Manor.

“June?” Draco gasped. A mixture of happiness and shock overcoming him.

“Master Draco. June is so happy to see you!” June the house-elf squealed, “I was so worried I would never see my family again!”

“Oh June!” Draco ran, fell to his knees and hugged June tightly. He had been taught that house elfs were like rocks: never to be loved or cared for. But at that moment Draco didn’t care about anything except the familiarity brought by the House-Elf. He buried his nose in June’s dirty rags and began to cry silently hugging and rocking the tiny elf back and forth.

“Master Draco!” June gasped, “What is happening Master Draco? Where are Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa? Oh Master Draco June is not liking it when you are sad. Why is Master Draco so sad?”

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“That’s the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.” Ron whispered to Hermione. Percy agreed he was very uncomfortable. There was not only a huge group of people in his house but there was a huge group of people watching a crying seventeen year old boy clinging to a house-elf in the middle of his sitting room.

“We also brought him these.” Tonks whispered to Percy.

“What?” Tonks took out a bundle from her pocket and enlarged it.

“Just some things from the Manor. A blanket, a family portrait, and a few outfits.”

“Alright.” Percy said still in a daze.

“We better go Remus, Mad-Eye, Kingsley” Tonks said turning to her fellow Aurors. Although Percy wasn’t quite sure that Remus was an Auror.

Moody grunted and Remus smiled.

“You kids come along too, Hermione Ron.” McGonagall said motioning to Percy’s brother and brother’s girlfriend to the fireplace.

“Alright.” Ron said. “You coming Mum, dad?”

“No we’ll be over later.” Mr. Weasley answered. And one by one more than half of the people in Percy’s house floo-ed away.

“Come on dear,” Percy heard his mother tell Draco.

“Let’s go to the kitchen.” Mr. Weasley advised.

Once in the kitchen Mr. Weasley asked Percy what had happened.

“Well, after he left I went to look for him. I found him crying in an alley. Similar to how I first found him. So we argued about him coming back with me. I- I think he’s suicidal or something.”

“What?”

“Well he kept talking about letting You-Know-Who find him so he could finish him off and saying how there was nothing worth living for and stuff like that. That’s sounds suicidal to me. Well anyway, we got into a scuffle, I won of course and brought him back here.”

“And that’s all.”

“Pretty much.”

“Has he told you anything about what- what happened while he was You-Know-Who’s prisoner?”

“No. I want to bring it up, but I’m afraid of what I might learn.” If there was one subject Percy was not comfortable with it was You-Know-Who’s sexual desires.

Mr. Weasley nodded, “Just try to find out as much as you can. Especially about Snape. We’ll need evidence for his trial on Tuesday.”

“Alright,”

“He’s resting in your bedroom Perce,” Mrs. Weasley said walking into the kitchen, “I’ll make some soup and then I’m going home.”

“Thanks Mum.” Percy said. Mrs. Weasley beamed.

“Well if you don’t need me I’m going to be headed back to the Burrow. Bye Percy, see you later Molly.” Mr. Weasley got up from the kitchen stool and left.

While Mrs. Weasley cooked she and Percy talked about the day’s events and arranging plans for Draco while Percy was at work. Percy learned that someone had trashed most of Malfoy Manor before the Aurors had arrived and had set it to burn, had agreed that it was best if the Ministry heads did not know about Draco’s whereabouts, and ate a bowl of chicken soup before his mother left.

Once Mrs. Weasley left Percy sat on the couch thinking about how his life had changed so quickly. He had only been doing his job, trying to get points with the minister and somehow he became personally involved with wanted criminals, kept secrets from the ministry, had a decent conversation with his father and now he was taking care of someone who had given him hell during his prefect days.

“Master Weasley,” Percy’s thoughts were interrupted by the tiny house-elf named June.

“Yes, Er…June is your name?”

“Yes Master Weasley. Master Draco has told me that I belong to you now.” June squeaked.

“What? No…I mean…you belong to him!” Percy furrowed his eyebrows.

“But…I….No! Please don’t confuse June, Master Weasley. Master Draco is giving me to the Weasley family and you is giving me to Master Draco. You is confusing poor June.” The house elf cried.

“Er. Okay sorry. I…well I’ve never house elf before…why don’t you just go help my mother at the Burrow.”

“OH okay! June is going to help Master Weasley’s mother!” And June apparated away.

Percy shook his head. The last thing he needed in his life was a house-elf. With a great sigh Percy lifted himself off the kitchen stool, grabbed the things Tonks and left for Draco and headed to his bedroom.
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“You gave the House-Elf to me?” Percy Weasley asked when he walked into the bedroom Draco was staying in.

Draco shrugged, “Well it’s not like I need her. I don’t have a home anymore. She likes to work and she won’t be happy if she isn’t serving a family, besides I have to repay you anyway.” There were many rules at Malfoy Manor and Draco had them nearly beaten in to him. One such rule was: Malfoy’s don’t accept charity…well….mostly that was because Malfoy’s didn’t need charity but still. .

“You don’t need to repay me,” Percy frowned, “These are for you” Percy handed Draco a small bundle. It was his blanket and some clothes. He didn’t care about the clothes but the blanket well, it was his blanket from home.

“Wh-Where did you get this?” Draco asked quietly trying not to cry about something so silly. Malfoy’s were not sentimental but lately all Draco wanted to do was cry.

“Tonks brought it. She thought you might want it.” Percy shrugged.

“Yes. Thank you.” Draco half smiled putting the clothes aside he unfolded his satin blanket; It had been given to him the Christmas before his father had been sent to Azkaban. Generally every Christmas Draco would get a whole new set of bedding but he hadn’t wanted new bedding, or new anything really, not after his father had left.

Draco saw Percy watching him as he unfolded the blanket. It felt so good in his fingers, soft and familiar but then as he undid the last fold something fell out onto the bed. Curious Draco lifted the object from the bed. It was a picture in a frame. Looking at it Draco gasped. There he was, at age eleven smiling shyly and winking as his mother stood with her arm around his shoulder smiling and waving, and his father standing proudly and smirking on the side. This was a picture taken right before he had left for King’s Cross to go to his first year at Hogwarts.

Draco’s lip quivered but determined not to cry again he slowly he placed the picture faced down on to the nightstand and looked up at Percy who had an unreadable look on his face.

“Um. Goodnight.” Draco said after an awkward moment.

“Oh. Right. Goodnight Draco.” Percy replied rushing out the door.

Draco did not sleep most of the night. He didn’t want to have any more nightmares but at the same time he didn’t want to have to lay awake thinking about everything that had happened in the last year so he settled for a half conscious doze. The next morning was rushed. Percy ran about trying to find his tie and other work attire and Draco desperately tried to not look at the photograph of his family. He had kept himself from looking at all night but the morning somehow made it more difficult. “Let’s go!” Percy called from the sitting room. Draco got up and walked out of the bedroom. He was going to spend all day at the Burrow, a place he and his father had spent so much time making fun of.

“Alright you first,” Percy said hurriedly already standing by the fireplace.

Draco sighed, stepped into the fireplace without saying anything to Percy and said loudly “The Burrow.”
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For the first time in her life Molly Weasley had a house-elf. A brilliant little house elf named June. She had wanted a house elf all her life now she had one; one that originally belonged to an aristocratic enemy of her husbands; it was ironic how things worked out. Of course, Molly couldn’t tell anyone about June as the news would most definitely work it’s way to the ears of Hermione Granger, her youngest son’s girlfriend who wanted to liberate all house-elfs. Molly found that quite disturbing. House-elves were born to serve, and except from the bizarre case, like Dobby, house-elves liked to serve it was in their blood. Molly smirked; she wondered what Hermione would do when she found out the proper way to get rid of Garden Gnomes. She’d probably start some sort of campaign Molly decided.

June was making breakfast and Molly was reading a muggle magazine that Arthur had brought her called Martha Stewart Living when Draco popped into the kitchen.

“Oh! Here already!” Molly squeaked, moving her feet off the table. Draco smirked, “Yeah, I floo-ed into the sitting room but no one was in there.”

“Oh sorry, I was involved with….well never mind. Would you like some breakfast.” Molly smiled.

“No thanks.” Draco replied. He looked very tired as if he hadn’t gotten any sleep.

“Well go make yourself comfortable in the sitting room. I’ll bring some books to you in a minute.”

For the rest of the day Draco read some of Ron’s books and napped on the couch. Now most would say that that was good that Draco had stayed out of the way, but Molly had had too many children to not know that an extremely quite seventeen year old was not normal. Even Percy had been noisy at seventeen although not explosively noisy as Fred and George but certainly not as quite and reserved as Draco. Molly was relieved when by mid-afternoon Arthur owled and told her that Percy was coming home early.
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Draco had had a nice day at the Burrow but he was glad to be back at East Wing Hall. At the Burrow it had been quiet and no one except for June, Mrs. Weasley and Ginny Weasley were there but still East Wing Hall was quieter in the sense that one did not have to worry about random people popping in and out..

“The committee was still deciding if Harry Potter was going to be allowed into Snape’s hearing,” Percy said when he sat down by Draco for dinner, “but I think they were leaning towards a no. Which, is good.”

“Yeah.” Draco said half-heartedly. He really did care, he didn’t want Snape to go to Azkaban or anything but for some reason he couldn’t get himself worked up about it. Draco figured Percy understood as Percy stopped talking about it after that.

That night Draco’s dreams were filled with vivid visions of his time in the Dark Lord’s bedroom. He cried and screamed trying to get the evil monster off of him.

“Wake up Draco!” Percy voice screamed. Draco opened his eyes and turned to see Percy in flannel pants set hovering over him, as he had done the first day he had been there. “Are you alright?” Percy said still half-screaming.

“Uh, yeah.” Draco moaned, his head hurt and he felt queasy.

“You fucking scared me,” Percy said but he didn’t sound angry he sounded relieved.

“Sorry.” Draco said hoarsely. His mouth was dry.

Percy grabbed Draco’s glass from the bed stand and filled it with water, “Here.”

Draco nodded and took the cool drink. It was refreshing but some how it only made him feel worse and he burst into tears. “Draco!” he heard a voice say but he couldn’t see him his eyes were two blurry and he was becoming lost in his own thoughts. He hated himself. He kept seeing his father screaming. He could still feel Voldemort’s cold hands running down his back side. Suddenly his glass was being retched away from his hands he let it go nothing really mattered anymore; he was Voldemort’s sex slave. He could hear Voldemort laughing and suddenly someone reached for him and held him in an embrace. Draco wiped his ears in attempt to find out who would be raping him this time. He blinked in surprise when he saw he was in Percy’s bedroom and reality came back to him.

Draco began to cry again but this time fully aware of where he was. Percy was the one embracing him. He could feel Percy’s soft, smooth and firm chest up against his own and he could smell the faint scent of cinnamon and parchment. The embrace was loving like the kinds he was only accustomed to getting by his mother.
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When Draco burst into to tears Percy gasped. He hadn’t expected Draco to cry over a glass of water, although, said his rational side, he probably wasn’t crying about the water. “DRACO!” He yelled trying to get the boy’s, who seemed to be elsewhere in his head, attention.
Draco began rocking back and forth crying heavily as his water spilt from his cup. Percy stared at him dumbfoundedly for a while. When his brain finally turned back on Percy grabbed the glass of water from Draco’s hands, set it aside and sat on the bed. Percy, sitting criss-crossed on his bed reached out for Draco pulling him into an embrace. Almost immediately he felt the boy panicking although the crying had subsided, Percy wondered whether he should say something or not but before he could make a decision the boy was crying again although his muscles had relaxed.

An hour later and Percy was still sitting in the same position although Draco, presumably, had fallen asleep as his cries had stopped and his breathing was even. Percy sighed and whished he had put on a shirt before coming into the room. He was uncomfortably aware of his wet and sticky shoulder, the soft blond hair brushing against his neck, his legs begging for freedom, and the firm little body leaning against him.

Carefully Percy shifted his body so that he could lie down without waking Draco. It was a difficult and slow process but eventually Percy was able to lie down and stretch out his legs yet still keep his arms around Draco. Within minutes of lying down Percy was asleep.

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It was breakfast at the Burrow and Arthur was annoyed. Somehow, and mind you he did like Harry, but it still irked him that somehow Harry had weaseled his way into Snape’s hearing late last night and had suddenly become a selective listener. Arthur had a feeling that no matter what evidence presented itself. Harry would refuse to accept that Snape killed on Dumbledore’s orders.

“….and I have too many things to be dealing with right now. Namely finding the….the you-know-what.” Harry said glaring at Draco before taking a mouthful of potatoes into his mouth.

Ah, yes that was another thing. Draco Malfoy was suddenly a top priority in his house. Of course neither Ron nor Harry liked that Draco was suddenly around so often and Arthur couldn’t blame them as he himself had not liked the Malfoy family for some time, specifically Lucius Malfoy ( he had even gotten into a physical altercation a few years prior) however now….well, it just seemed so long ago. Draco actually was a quiet and nice boy, nothing at all like what Ron had told him. Of course, he was quite sure that after being raped by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Draco was bound to be a changed person. Arthur still didn’t know exactly what had happened but he could guess.

“You can’t possibly think that Severus wasn’t thinking what he did was right if …” Mrs. Weasley began.

“I don’t care what he was thinking. It is the mere fact that he did it.” Harry said.

“So you’re going to agree to send him to Azkaban no matter what?” Arthur asked. He himself didn’t know yet what he was going to yet.

“If I had my way he’d be locked in Azkaban for the rest of his life.” Harry spat.

“If you had your way Harry, he’d be out on the street for you to hunt down and murder.” Hermione said.

“That’s true.” Harry said spitefully. Arthur saw Draco shudder from the corner of his eyes but said nothing.
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It was midmorning and Draco was helping June peel potatoes for lunch when he saw Arthur walking in through the back door. “Oh Hello Draco.” Draco smiled awkwardly and nodded. Just then, Mrs. Weasley came bustling into the kitchen.

There had been a time when upon seeing a Weasley Draco would sneer in disgust. Draco sighed it was clear that morning that nothing would ever be the same. He had waken up in Percy Weasley’s arms and he had liked it. He felt warm and loved and hadn’t wanted it to end. Draco shook his head and turned his attention to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley

“..and it should be done today.” Mr. Weasley finished.

“Today? But Arthur dear, isn’t it a little early?”

“Well the Ministry has a lot on its hands now and they want to get through the trials quickly.”

Draco wondered if they were talking about Snape’s trial but decided against asking. It wouldn’t be good if they thought he was eavesdropping. He had heard what Mr. Weasley said that Friday, ‘I don’t trust him either.’ Draco was determined to earn that trust.

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Much to Draco’s dismay Percy stayed for dinner at The Burrow. It was only the two of them, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny Weasley but Draco still felt like it was too many people.

“So? What’s going to happen to Severus?” Draco asked once they arrived at East Wing Hall. No one had talked about it during dinner.

“Well, Snape will be given a full trial after he spends a year in Azkaban less if You-Know-Who has been captured before his term is up,” Percy declared as he plopped onto the couch. Draco followed. “That’s much better then we expected, of course. The ministry isn’t conducting full trials right now and the fact that Snape is guaranteed one in a year is great news. According to Rufus Snape is likely to get off. Harry’s angry of course but who cares….the world doesn’t revolve around him just because he is ‘the chosen one’.” Draco smirked and Percy continued, “I took tomorrow off. They don’t need me. A few Aurors from the Auror Revolt have come back and they got put on my duty. I don’t mind of course, I never liked that job. Anyway I won’t be needed until Thursday when Rufus will be holding a meeting. They prefer me to the house-elves when it comes to making coffee. Go figure. I want to be minister and I have to first act as Auror and House-Elf”
Draco grinned, “Ah, the wonderful road to political greatness.” Then he laid his head on Percy’s shoulder.

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Percy sat quietly with Draco for a while. Draco’s head was on his shoulder and everything felt right. He wanted to ask Draco about his nightmare but he wasn’t quite sure how to bring it up. His problem was solved when Hermes flew in and dropped the Evening Prophet onto the table causing a disturbance in the peaceful quietness.

“So…do you want to talk some more about what happened in your dream last night?” Percy asked quietly.

He felt Draco stiffen before he said, “No.”

“I won’t tell anyone,” Percy said, “Please tell me. I want to help you and I think you’ll feel better if you talk to…” Percy stopped talking when he felt and heard Draco crying again. “Draco. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you cry…I just want you to be okay.” He moved so that he could put his arm around Draco’s shoulder hoping that Draco didn’t move away; he didn’t. Draco cried for awhile and Percy wondered if this was how the rest of his life was going to be like.

“He…” Draco said suddenly making Percy jump. “I….when I was there” Percy held his breath, Draco was going to tell him what happened and Percy wasn’t quite sure that he wanted to know, “….i was….i had to give Him a blow job, I had to let Him cum inside my ass. Who-whoever- Lots of…there was many Death Eaters that also participated….He….He made me rape my mother! My dead mother!”

“What?!” Percy gasped.

“I had to rape my own mother’s corpse. Oh Gods! I ‘m horrible” Draco began crying loudly again.

Percy’s head hurt. He had to rape his mother? His mother’s dead body!? He wanted to puke but he knew he couldn’t leave Draco alone so he turned so he could hold Draco in a full embrace. “Shh, oh Draco. Please. Don’t. It’s not your fault”

“It is!” Draco wailed, “I should have listened to Dumbledore! He was giving me a chance to save myself, and my mother, and even my father!” If I had listened they’d both still be alive!”

“Draco, listen,” Percy said firmly, “it’s not your fault. It’s unfair to ask someone your age to make such a decision. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I..” Draco could speak no more and instead he cried louder then Percy had ever heard him do before.

Percy held him for what seemed like hours until Draco fell asleep. Percy sighed and took Draco to his bedroom.

“Look, Draco.” Percy held the picture in front of Draco’s face, “Your parents loved you. They still love you even if they aren’t here anymore. They would have gladly given up their lives for you. And they would hate to know that you are blaming yourself for their sacrifice.” Percy noted that the Lucius and Narcissa in the picture were nodding in agreement, “They’d want you to be happy and go on with your life.”

Draco grabbed the picture from Percy and held it up to his chest for a moment before turning and he cuddled up against Percy’s side and cried quietly. As Percy listened to Draco cry he thought about what he had just said. He hadn’t rehearsed it, it just came out and he realized how much truth it held and how his own parents would give up their lives for him and that no matter what they would always love him. He now knew he’d have to apologize for everything, he now knew as long as he did so he’d be welcomed, at least by his parents, back to the family. He already had been sort of.
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When Draco woke up he felt strangely comfortable. He picked up the picture of his parents from between himself and Percy and placed it aside, then he watched as Percy’s eyes fluttered open. “Um. G’morning Draco” Percy yawned.

Draco smiled and then did something that felt right and wrong at the same time. He lifted his head and placed his lips over Percy’s. He felt Percy began to pull back but when Draco kissed him harder Percy stilled and began to kiss back. Draco moaned, it felt so good to kiss someone like this.
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They continued to kiss and Draco ran his tongue against Percy’s lips. Percy gasped and aloud Draco to stick his tongue in his mouth. Draco crawled on top of Percy and even though Percy thought he should push the younger man away he made no action to do so. He felt Draco’s arousal brush against his own as they kissed and they continued kissing for who knows how long.

When Draco started rocking his hips back and forth Percy let out a cry of need. It had been a year since he had any sexual contact with another and the feel of Draco’s hardness made Percy aroused beyond belief. As the rocking became harder Draco moved his lips to Percy’s neck where he placed sweet kisses. In turn Percy kissed him on the shoulder and bucked his hips for more contact.

Soon their movements were harder and more forceful and Draco was grinding his cock against Percy’s and Percy thrusting his hips to meet it each time. Not even a minute later and Percy knew that Draco was coming. Percy continued to buck his hips and as felt the wetness of Draco’s cum seeped through the thin layers of cloth that separated the two cocks Percy came in his pants, something he hadn’t done in years. They lay panting for a while and basking in the afterglow.

Percy was brought back to earth when Draco began unbuttoning his shirt. Percy knew that even if what they just did had felt wonderful they had to stop before it went any further. “No.”

“What?” Draco jerked his head up.

“We can’t.” Percy said firmly.

“But….why not,” Percy could see Draco’s eyes fill with confusion and hurt and that’s the last thing Percy wanted to make Draco feel.

“I want to,” Percy admitted, “But just not yet. It’s too fast.” Draco nodded and walked out of the room, Percy guessed, to use the bathroom.

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The rest of the day was a bit awkward. Draco kept sneaking glances at Percy and Percy kept sneaking glances at Draco but in general neither said much to the other.. That evening Draco and Percy’s wizard chess game was interrupted by someone barging in from the fireplace. It was Hermione Granger. Her hair was flying all over the place, her clothes looked a mess and she had a look of pure terror on her face.

“Hermione what…” Percy began but Hermione interrupted him, “Harry’s having Snape executed.”

“What?!” Draco and Percy said together both standing up and knocking over the chess game.

“Harry. He convinced Scrimgeour that Snape was evil and said that if he agreed to execute Snape that he would join forces with the ministry. I tried to stop him but he won’t listen. I…don’t want Snape executed and I know you don’t either so…. well, basically I’m just saying. If you do something, let me know if I can help. I won’t tell anyone.”

Two hours later and they had rescued Snape. The strangest thing of all was that Percy Weasley had just taken part in a rescue mission in a jail break. The rush made him dizzy. “That was crazy!” Draco said panting. He was leaning against the wall of an alley. They all were Percy, Draco, Hermione and Snape.

“I can’t believe I was just rescued by good goody Granger and the Junior Minister himself Percy Weasley.” Snape rolled his eyes.

Hermione and Draco laughed. Percy scowled.

“We have an apartment ready for you,” Hermione said once she had stopped laughing, “No one should be able to find it and it has lots of protective spells.” She handed Snape a portkey.

“Good.” Said Snape.

“We’ll visit you once the Ministry has moved on to something else. Which shouldn’t take long as You-Know-Who has been causing a lot of havoc lately.” Percy said.

“I wish you’d just call him Voldemort.” Hermione sighed but Draco, Percy and Snape all shuddered, “Oh nevermind! Oh Goodness! The key should activaite in twenty seconds.”

“Bye Severus.” Draco said giving Snape a quick hug.

“Bye Draco. Take care of him Percy.” Snape said. Percy nodded and a second later Snape vanished.

“I better get home before Ron suspects anything,” Hermione said once Snape had left.

“Yeah.” Percy agreed, “We’d better go too.”
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A month later and all was well.

Well, okay not really. Voldemort was still at large and Harry very angry. The ministry’s Aurors had revolted again and Hermione and Ron broke up.

But….Draco and Percy were happy and still living at East Wing Hall where they shared a bedroom, made love, and had a cat named Mister Muffins.

THe end. LMAO!

a/n: sorry i\'m in a weird mood.