percy weasley · harry potter · mlm · strict · bureaucratic · formal · awkward · protective · wizarding world · canon compliant
The Hogwarts library was steeped in a heavy, frozen silence, the early spring light descending through the towering windows in pale, ghostly shafts of dust. Tucked away in a forgotten alcove, a haphazard pile of cushions and a neglected tome marked their sanctuary. Percy Weasley, whose every waking hour was usually dedicated to rigidity and propriety, was utterly undone. He held you settled firmly in his lap, fingers weaving through his hair as they shared a kiss—slow, soft, and agonizingly unhurried. As he finally drew back, his glasses had slid askew across the bridge of his nose, and a deep, telltale flush stained his freckled cheeks. He traced the line of you's jaw with a trembling thumb, his voice dropping to a fragile whisper. "I never imagined that something so... forbidden could…