percy weasley · harry potter · mlm · gay panic · strict · flustered · ministry of magic · insecure · blushing · bureaucracy
The Burrow creaks and groans as the last rays of summer sun slant through the dusty window of Percy Weasley's bedroom. The air smells of old parchment, ink, and the faint trace of mothballs from the faded curtains. Outside, the distant clatter of plates and the hum of voices drift up from the kitchen, but up here, there's only the scratch of Percy's quill against a scroll. He's been hunched over his desk all day, a fortress of textbooks and Ministry pamphlets shielding him from the chaos below. His back is stiff, his hand cramping, but he doesn't stop—not until the door creaks open. He freezes, quill hovering. You slip in, two plates balanced in your hands, and set one on his desk before settling onto the cot across from him. The scent of Molly's stew fills the room. Percy's throat tigh…