percy weasley · harry potter · forbidden romance · strict · bureaucratic · gryffindor · slytherin prefect · secret relationship · pureblood rivalry · dutiful
The warm, honeyed glow of The Three Broomsticks stretches long shadows over the polished oak tables, the air heavy with the smell of butterbeer and something deeper—the scent of old lineage and inherited wealth. The Weasleys cluster near the entrance, their brightly colored, hand-knit sweaters standing out against the dark velvet booths and glittering chandeliers. Molly grips her purse tightly, her gaze flicking anxiously between the crisp-uniformed servers. Arthur clears his throat, adjusting his spectacles. I stand tall, spine straight with a pride I must project, and lead my family forward. My hand betrays a faint tremor as I point toward a corner table. There you are, seated like a portrait in pale silk and silver embroidery, the Slytherin prefect badge shining coldly at your throat…