Memoirs of an Imperfect Prefect 5/?
´I spent three days in the hospital and when I got home it was like I didn’t exist. No one spoke to me. It’s like they were all afraid of me.”
“I’m sure they just didn’t know what to say Perce. You had a very traumatic experience and they probably didn’t want to do anything to upset you.”
“So they ignored me?” Percy asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well I’ll admit that probably wasn’t the best way to go, but I’m sure they weren’t afraid of you.”
“I got so lonely that when I found a rat scrounging in the garden I begged my parents to let me keep him, just so I could have someone to talk to. The second biggest mistake of my life.” Percy said bitterly, shaking his head.
Oliver knew all about that particular rat. Harry and Ron had told him all about it at the memorial ceremony when Harry’s godfather had been acquitted. He had to admit, at the time, he’d been seriously creeped out to learn he’d shared a dorm with a murderer for four years until Percy had given Scabbers to Ron.
“I fed him, and cared for him, and then I gave him to my baby brother.”
“Percy, you were a child, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.” Oliver said gently, reaching for Percy’s hand and squeezing it.
Percy looked up at him momentarily; tears glistened in his dark blue eyes. Then he looked down at Oliver’s hand still holding his own. He quickly pulled his hand away. He didn’t want Oliver’s comfort. He didn’t deserve it.
“Please don’t.” he said quietly.
“Don’t what?”
“Pretend that you understand. That you care.”
“Percy, I know we weren’t very close at school, but we were friends. So don’t say I don’t care. I care very much.”
“Well you shouldn’t.” Percy said, standing up and beginning to pace the room.
“Why not?”
“Because I hurt the people that care about me! I get people killed.”
Oliver stood and gripped Percy by the shoulders, stopping his pacing. Percy tried to pull away but Oliver’s grip held firm.
“Percy, you haven’t killed anyone! What happened to Fred and your Uncle’s was tragic but it was not. Your. Fault!”
“Oh yeah, what about Mr. Crouch? You can’t tell me I wasn’t responsible for his death!”
“Percy, he was imperiused! How were you supposed to know?” Oliver said, shaking Percy slightly.
“Because we were lovers!”
Oliver let go of him then. He stepped back and just stared at Percy as if he’d never seen him before. Percy sat back down in the chair and buried his face in his hands. After a moment he looked up at Oliver who still and an expression of shocked disbelief on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know it was wrong but I just couldn’t help it. I loved him, and I thought he loved me too.” Percy said miserably, looking down at his hands.
“Percy, he couldn’t even remember your name.”
Percy’s head shot up and he glared at Oliver.
“Yes, everyone just loves pointing that out. I know it was stupid! I was young and naïve. He was my idol and when he showed interest in me I just, I couldn’t believe that someone like him could ever want someone like me, so I…..I let him…”
Oliver reached out and placed a hand on Percy’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry Perce. I shouldn’t have said that. Tell me what happened.”
Percy was working late yet again. He wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Crouch. He wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life in a menial low paying job like his father and a letter of recommendation from Bartemius Crouch Sr. would go a long way in furthering his career.
He had just put the finishing touches on a report that wasn’t actually due for another week when Mr. Crouch came out of his office.
“Oh Weatherby, you’re still here.”
“Is there something I can do for you Sir?” Percy asked, preparing to stand.
“Oh no, don’t get up on my account. I’m just surprised that you haven’t gone home yet. Won’t your family worry?”
“I doubt it. They probably haven’t even noticed I’m not there.” Percy said without thinking.
His eyes widened and a blush crept across his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he’d said that, and to his superior no less. He rushed to apologize.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I must be more tired than I thought.”
“It’s quite alright, no need to apologize my boy. May I ask you a question?”
“Of course Sir.”
“Do you ever just relax?”
“Sir?”
“You’re always so tense.” Mr. Crouch replied, moving to stand behind Percy.
He placed his hands on Percy’s shoulders and squeezed gently. Percy stifled a gasp and sat up straighter.
“See, so much tension. You need to relax. Let me help you.”
Mr. Crouch reached around in front of Percy and loosened his tie. Then he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt before moving his hands back to his shoulders and massaging gently.
Percy’s heart thudded wildly as he felt Mr. Crouch’s thumbs brush against the back of his neck. He’d never been touched like this before and it was doing funny things to his brain. He knew he should pull away, that this was inappropriate on so many levels, but he just couldn’t. It felt too good. He shivered when he felt lips brush against the shell of his ear.
“What’s your first name Weatherby?” Crouch whispered.
“P…Percival.”
Percy closed his eyes and bit back a soft moan as Crouch’s lips caressed the delicate skin on his neck. Shivers ran up and down his spine as his boss’s hands moved down his chest and proceeded to finish unbuttoning his shirt.
“Tell me Percival, have you ever been intimate with anyone?”
“N…No.” Percy replied, his breath catching in his throat.
“Would you like to?”
Percy swallowed thickly. He really admired Mr.Crouch and he didn’t want to disappoint him. Also, the way Crouch was touching him felt so incredible that he really didn’t want it to stop .He took a deep breath and nodded. He could feel the older man’s lips curve into a smile against his skin before he spun him around and captured his lips in a bruising kiss.
“It went on like that for a while. We would wait until everyone had gone home for the day then we would have sex in his office. Then I made the mistake of telling him I loved him. He told me he wasn’t looking for a relationship, that he was only interested in my body and if I couldn’t deal with that then I should find a job in another department.”
“That bastard! How could he do that to you? That’s sexual harassment; you should have gone straight to the Aurors!”
“And tell them what exactly? That I’d been having an affair with my boss for months but now I don’t want to anymore, so could you please arrest him?”
“Percy, he took advantage of you!”
“I know that! But what was I supposed to do? Who was going to believe me? I didn’t want to lose my job and I certainly didn’t want to have to explain to my family why I had to switch departments. So I continued sleeping with him. I hated it. When he stopped coming to work, I was relieved. I knew it was suspicious but I didn’t want him to come back so I didn’t tell anyone. He’s dead because I didn’t say anything.”
“Percy, for what he did to you he deserved all he got. “
“Oliver!” Percy exclaimed, horrified.
“What? He used you and then threatened you. He was a dirty disgusting old man and I’m glad he’s dead.”
“Yes he was, but he didn’t deserve to die for it.”
“Percy, he practically raped you!”
Percy stiffened and looked away.
“He didn’t rape me.” Percy said in a small voice.
“Like hell he didn’t!” Oliver shouted.
“Oliver, please.”
“Why are you defending that bastard?”
“I’m not defending him!’
“Then why is it so hard for you to admit that he raped you?”
“Because he didn’t.”
“Percy, he forced you to have sex with him. How can you say that isn’t rape?”
“Because I’ve been raped and trust me, there is a difference!” Percy shouted.
Oliver was speechless. He just stood there, staring at Percy, mouth agape. Percy looked down at his hands and sighed.
“At least with Crouch I had a choice. I just made the wrong one.”
“I’m sure they just didn’t know what to say Perce. You had a very traumatic experience and they probably didn’t want to do anything to upset you.”
“So they ignored me?” Percy asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“Well I’ll admit that probably wasn’t the best way to go, but I’m sure they weren’t afraid of you.”
“I got so lonely that when I found a rat scrounging in the garden I begged my parents to let me keep him, just so I could have someone to talk to. The second biggest mistake of my life.” Percy said bitterly, shaking his head.
Oliver knew all about that particular rat. Harry and Ron had told him all about it at the memorial ceremony when Harry’s godfather had been acquitted. He had to admit, at the time, he’d been seriously creeped out to learn he’d shared a dorm with a murderer for four years until Percy had given Scabbers to Ron.
“I fed him, and cared for him, and then I gave him to my baby brother.”
“Percy, you were a child, you couldn’t have known what was going to happen.” Oliver said gently, reaching for Percy’s hand and squeezing it.
Percy looked up at him momentarily; tears glistened in his dark blue eyes. Then he looked down at Oliver’s hand still holding his own. He quickly pulled his hand away. He didn’t want Oliver’s comfort. He didn’t deserve it.
“Please don’t.” he said quietly.
“Don’t what?”
“Pretend that you understand. That you care.”
“Percy, I know we weren’t very close at school, but we were friends. So don’t say I don’t care. I care very much.”
“Well you shouldn’t.” Percy said, standing up and beginning to pace the room.
“Why not?”
“Because I hurt the people that care about me! I get people killed.”
Oliver stood and gripped Percy by the shoulders, stopping his pacing. Percy tried to pull away but Oliver’s grip held firm.
“Percy, you haven’t killed anyone! What happened to Fred and your Uncle’s was tragic but it was not. Your. Fault!”
“Oh yeah, what about Mr. Crouch? You can’t tell me I wasn’t responsible for his death!”
“Percy, he was imperiused! How were you supposed to know?” Oliver said, shaking Percy slightly.
“Because we were lovers!”
Oliver let go of him then. He stepped back and just stared at Percy as if he’d never seen him before. Percy sat back down in the chair and buried his face in his hands. After a moment he looked up at Oliver who still and an expression of shocked disbelief on his face.
“Don’t look at me like that. I know it was wrong but I just couldn’t help it. I loved him, and I thought he loved me too.” Percy said miserably, looking down at his hands.
“Percy, he couldn’t even remember your name.”
Percy’s head shot up and he glared at Oliver.
“Yes, everyone just loves pointing that out. I know it was stupid! I was young and naïve. He was my idol and when he showed interest in me I just, I couldn’t believe that someone like him could ever want someone like me, so I…..I let him…”
Oliver reached out and placed a hand on Percy’s shoulder.
“I’m sorry Perce. I shouldn’t have said that. Tell me what happened.”
Percy was working late yet again. He wanted to make a good impression on Mr. Crouch. He wasn’t going to spend the rest of his life in a menial low paying job like his father and a letter of recommendation from Bartemius Crouch Sr. would go a long way in furthering his career.
He had just put the finishing touches on a report that wasn’t actually due for another week when Mr. Crouch came out of his office.
“Oh Weatherby, you’re still here.”
“Is there something I can do for you Sir?” Percy asked, preparing to stand.
“Oh no, don’t get up on my account. I’m just surprised that you haven’t gone home yet. Won’t your family worry?”
“I doubt it. They probably haven’t even noticed I’m not there.” Percy said without thinking.
His eyes widened and a blush crept across his cheeks. He couldn’t believe he’d said that, and to his superior no less. He rushed to apologize.
“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. I must be more tired than I thought.”
“It’s quite alright, no need to apologize my boy. May I ask you a question?”
“Of course Sir.”
“Do you ever just relax?”
“Sir?”
“You’re always so tense.” Mr. Crouch replied, moving to stand behind Percy.
He placed his hands on Percy’s shoulders and squeezed gently. Percy stifled a gasp and sat up straighter.
“See, so much tension. You need to relax. Let me help you.”
Mr. Crouch reached around in front of Percy and loosened his tie. Then he unbuttoned the first few buttons on his shirt before moving his hands back to his shoulders and massaging gently.
Percy’s heart thudded wildly as he felt Mr. Crouch’s thumbs brush against the back of his neck. He’d never been touched like this before and it was doing funny things to his brain. He knew he should pull away, that this was inappropriate on so many levels, but he just couldn’t. It felt too good. He shivered when he felt lips brush against the shell of his ear.
“What’s your first name Weatherby?” Crouch whispered.
“P…Percival.”
Percy closed his eyes and bit back a soft moan as Crouch’s lips caressed the delicate skin on his neck. Shivers ran up and down his spine as his boss’s hands moved down his chest and proceeded to finish unbuttoning his shirt.
“Tell me Percival, have you ever been intimate with anyone?”
“N…No.” Percy replied, his breath catching in his throat.
“Would you like to?”
Percy swallowed thickly. He really admired Mr.Crouch and he didn’t want to disappoint him. Also, the way Crouch was touching him felt so incredible that he really didn’t want it to stop .He took a deep breath and nodded. He could feel the older man’s lips curve into a smile against his skin before he spun him around and captured his lips in a bruising kiss.
“It went on like that for a while. We would wait until everyone had gone home for the day then we would have sex in his office. Then I made the mistake of telling him I loved him. He told me he wasn’t looking for a relationship, that he was only interested in my body and if I couldn’t deal with that then I should find a job in another department.”
“That bastard! How could he do that to you? That’s sexual harassment; you should have gone straight to the Aurors!”
“And tell them what exactly? That I’d been having an affair with my boss for months but now I don’t want to anymore, so could you please arrest him?”
“Percy, he took advantage of you!”
“I know that! But what was I supposed to do? Who was going to believe me? I didn’t want to lose my job and I certainly didn’t want to have to explain to my family why I had to switch departments. So I continued sleeping with him. I hated it. When he stopped coming to work, I was relieved. I knew it was suspicious but I didn’t want him to come back so I didn’t tell anyone. He’s dead because I didn’t say anything.”
“Percy, for what he did to you he deserved all he got. “
“Oliver!” Percy exclaimed, horrified.
“What? He used you and then threatened you. He was a dirty disgusting old man and I’m glad he’s dead.”
“Yes he was, but he didn’t deserve to die for it.”
“Percy, he practically raped you!”
Percy stiffened and looked away.
“He didn’t rape me.” Percy said in a small voice.
“Like hell he didn’t!” Oliver shouted.
“Oliver, please.”
“Why are you defending that bastard?”
“I’m not defending him!’
“Then why is it so hard for you to admit that he raped you?”
“Because he didn’t.”
“Percy, he forced you to have sex with him. How can you say that isn’t rape?”
“Because I’ve been raped and trust me, there is a difference!” Percy shouted.
Oliver was speechless. He just stood there, staring at Percy, mouth agape. Percy looked down at his hands and sighed.
“At least with Crouch I had a choice. I just made the wrong one.”