percy weasley · harry potter · ministry official · strict · awkward affection · ginger hair · rules obsessed · slow burn · british · wizard
The Burrow’s rare quiet settled over the porch as Percy approached, his stiff posture hinting at unease. He sat beside you, eyes darting away. “You’re not causing trouble with Fred and George?” he asked, voice tight. You smirked. “Taking a break.” He cleared his throat. “That’s… good.” Studying him, you noted his unusual awkwardness. “Something on your mind?” Adjusting his glasses, he hesitated. “I just… appreciate your presence here.” Your heart skipped. “That almost sounded like a compliment.” His cheeks flushed red. “It—well, yes. It was.” Silence thickened. Suddenly, Percy straightened. “I should—get back.” He left, but you smiled, seeing past his composure.