Title: Falling
Characters: Percy Weasley/Penelope Clearwater
Words: 493
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A couple of bumblers get a shock in the prefects' bathroom.
Warnings: A bit of teenage nudity. And awkwardness.
Author's Note: Written for
sortinghatdrabs ' Week #99. The pairing was Percy and Penny so I couldn't resist. xD The prompt was a piece of art depicting a rather nekkid redheaded man kissing a blonde woman.
Percy Weasley was confused, a state of being that he was rarely acquainted with since he considered himself an authority on a wide variety of topics. No subject was too inferior, too minute for him to take an interest in if properly motivated. Reluctantly, however, he had to admit his knowledge of semi-naked girls was limited to judgmental and in no way interested peeks at his brothers' Playwizard collections.
So, it stood within reason that his current position left him befuddled. So befuddled, in fact, that his thought process had narrowed to a very specific set of observations which it could not help but repeat.
OntopofPenelopeClearwaterinatowelwetwetwet
"Um, Percy, you're rather heavy," Penelope gasped beneath him, formerly fresh from her washing in the Prefects' bath but now probably covered in whatever grout lay on the flagstones of the bathroom.
Her words kick started Percy's brain, sending him rolling to the side, clutching at his own towel and gibbering an apology, "I am so sorry. I didn't see--are you hurt? I wasn't expecting--I mean, I do have the bath reserved now but that's no excuse--"
"I'm fine, Percy," Penelope cut him off with a wave of her hand and an embarrassed smile. She gingerly sat up, trying to maintain as much dignity as possible with her bath towel. Percy tried not to stare at his fellow prefect's long, shapely legs. "I must've lost track of time."
There was a rather unladylike and disbelieving noise from the direction of the resident mermaid painting. Penelope glared at it. "Just let me get dressed and the bathroom will be yours."
"Of course. Let me help you." Scrambling to his feet, Percy offered a hand to pull the Ravenclaw up.
She was half-way to her feet when Percy lost his footing once again to the slippery floor.
"Bloody hell," Percy snapped, his temper getting the better of him. "Who tracked soap all the way over here? We should file a complaint for the next meeting."
Rather than being filled with righteous fury, Penelope seemed to have been overcome with laughter. She leaned against him, the feel of her wet shoulder creating an inconvenient heat in his ears that he knew meant he was blushing. He adamantly refused to acknowledge any other areas of heat arising on his body.
"I fail to see what's so amusing, Penelope," he insisted. "One of us could have been seriously injured."
Penelope continued to laugh. "Oh Merlin, I should have know something like this would happen."
Now, he was confused once again. "I've no idea what you're on about."
She bit her lip and blushed. A rather endearing look on her, Percy thought. "I knew I was over time. I wanted you to see me."
"Oh?" he squeaked.
Penelope nodded, her lips moving closer to his own. "I've noticed you."
For maybe the first time ever Percy Weasley acted on impulse, pressing his mouth to hers.
Breaking contact momentarily, he replied, "I've noticed you too. Before."