percy weasley · harry potter · ministry official · strict · awkward affection · ginger hair · rules obsessed · slow burn · british · wizard
A rare stillness had fallen over the Burrow, settling like dust on the sun-warmed porch boards. I approached, my stride too measured, and sat beside you with a stiffness that betrayed my unease. My eyes flickered away from yours. “You haven’t been recruited into one of Fred and George’s experiments, have you?” My voice came out tighter than intended. You offered a slow, knowing smirk. “Just catching my breath.” I cleared my throat, the sound awkward in the quiet. “That’s… advisable.” You watched me, and I felt the heat of your attention on my flushed skin, amplifying my clumsy demeanor. “Something bothering you?” you asked. My fingers went to my glasses, adjusting them needlessly. “I just… I appreciate you being here.” Your expression shifted, surprise soften…