Characters: Percy Weasley, Cho Chang Location: China Percy and Cho's Flat Date: 14th February 2000 Status: Private Summary: It's all about second chances. Completion: Incomplete
Valentine's Day had been haunting Cho for days, a saccharine shadow -- but thankfully it wasn't the usual specter, and for once she'd spent the day on happy pins and needles.
It wasn't that she expected anything, really. At least that was what she'd told herself, preparing for dance, and as the day seemed to progress more and more slowly she'd come to realise that it wasn't whether or not Percy did anything -- it was her own plan that had her giddy for once, and the hope of bringing a smile to his face. She didn't have very much planned, but... There it was. Things had been different since he'd come into her life -- why should this be any different? (Why indeed.)
All the way home lessons seemed to follow her, and though her feet were cold in their heels there seemed a lightness of being -- a dancing, surefooted gait Cho could barely remember from before. Today was a day to forget: for once she hoped to be good at forgetting. Regardless, however, she felt lovely! She felt lovely, and on the way up the stairs she felt even lovelier
( ... )
"Happy Valentine's Day, Cho. You look wonderful." Percy greeted Cho at the door, his eyes flicking over the dress, the ribbon, the shoes but more importantly her mouth, which before she had really noticed the flat had been turned naturally and lightly upward, nothing forced about it.
Two arms wrapped around her and swung her into a tight embrace, their lips crashing together marvelously. He forgot how wonderful she tasted, and today she smelled slightly more of peony than usual--or as it that he was just noticing again...that normality was finally, finally returning.
And why shouldn't it?
"I hope you're hungry, I was afraid it was going to get cold." He led her across to the corner of the living room pavilion where they could look out of the water. Tea and plum wine was set on the table with the rest of the spread, which still steamed slightly. Next to them, the record player went on, an invisible company of court musicians.
"Happy Valentine's..." Cho managed, pausing. It had taken a moment to catch up -- at first all she'd been able to do was stare -- but now she was nearly too excited for words, and it translated in a girlish squeal. "Happy Valentine's, Percy!"
For a moment it was questionable whether she would manage coherent speech -- now or ever -- but the kiss solved the problem nicely. In the process of kicking off her shoes she rose up on her toes, supporting her featherweight against his chest; and perhaps it was a bit difficult to keep the smile from her face long enough, but... It was enough. It was.
Cho's fingers shook slightly as she hung her coat, and it didn't quite sort itself out by the time Percy took her hand. Nothing seemed to want to settle: not her smile, not the half-tears in her eye, and certainly not the hitch in her voice.
How ridiculous.
"Oh! I can't --" She shook her head. "I can't believe -- I can't believe you did this for me! I mean, I thought... I thought maybe, but
( ... )
Percy tried and failed miserably to not grin stupid-happily when Cho hung her coat on the solider statue, the one that was her cello in disguise. He squeezed her hand gently in reply.
"It would have been difficult to travel the way things were, so I thought I could bring a little China here." China is here too.
When she held up the rose, he summoned a vase from a shelf and placed it on the table.
"Tea, wine or both?" Both were served in a traditional serving set Percy had picked up in Chinatown one of the last times he'd had to go shopping. "I'm so glad you like it. I was worried it would look too artificial. Touristy." He chuckled at the slight self-deprecating humor. "And maybe later I can move the furniture and you can have a proper dancefloor."
He'd not done much special to the bedroom, if one didn't count the clear bowls of water placed on every available surface aside from the bed, each with wax lotus candles floating inside. With a wave of his wand he lit them--revealing the bed to be scattered with peony and chrysanthemum petals. A small twist on the classic roses.
"Just thoughts?" Slowly, Percy moved to embrace her from behind, arms sliding up her stomach, the curve of breasts to rest lightly over her heart. He pressed against her from behind, a familiar warmth stirring beneath his stomach. He brushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck, inhaling a scent that was both foreign and familiar.
For some time there was little desire to move as an old apprehension froze him. "That was terribly cliche of me, wasn't it?" He mused aloud, awaiting her reaction.
A miracle. As his hand swept over her body she stiffened slightly, but not apprehensively -- not tonight. It was more to observe a change, something she'd rather forgotten the feel of lately. Her body had been more a wooden vessel than anything else, awaiting spring, and she'd nearly forgotten what it was like: a twist of heat, weakening of the knees. Why yes. Yes.
It had taken a lot of concentration -- a lot of patience -- to reach Valentine's Day in one piece. And Percy undid all of it: just thoughts, just a kiss at the back of her neck. The feeling seemed to travel the ridge of her vertebrae, sparking, and ended in blooming, an electric bloom.
"I don't mind..." Cho managed, dazed. Half of her wanted to jump for joy -- she wasn't numb after all! -- and the other half was... Well. "I don't. It's lovely!"
Percy smiled against a bare shoulder blade, expressing his relief as a loosening of his grip, his hands running down the silk as though he were skimming the surface of a pond in spring. They came to rest a little below her hips. In the bowl of floating candles by the bed, there were two intricate potions bottles, One stopped with a queen chess piece and the other a king. Appropriate, considering the gigantic, wonderful in-joke it seemed this portion of their relationship had become as of late.
"An elixir for the queen then," Recutantly, Percy released her and walked over to the side of a bed. "And for the king. No heirs before the thrown is even legitimate."
Unfortunately before any connection could be made, Cho was staring the queen piece in the figurative eye; she glanced from this to Percy almost warily, and the taste of the potion erased the exact wording of whatever it was he'd said. Whatever it was...
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she rolled the bottle in her hands, and then -- inexplicably -- found herself smirking. Devious. "An elixir. You think you're clever, don't you?"
He was. But then again --
"Think you've got me figured out, mm? Thought you'd bring me here -- petals on the bed! -- and..." She paused, glancing at him over the curve of a shoulder. "Well! I see, Mr. Percy. You had a plan, didn't you?" Her tone was playful; she shook out her hair, removing the ribbon so that it fell, pooling down her back. "You know how I like plans."
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It wasn't that she expected anything, really. At least that was what she'd told herself, preparing for dance, and as the day seemed to progress more and more slowly she'd come to realise that it wasn't whether or not Percy did anything -- it was her own plan that had her giddy for once, and the hope of bringing a smile to his face. She didn't have very much planned, but... There it was. Things had been different since he'd come into her life -- why should this be any different? (Why indeed.)
All the way home lessons seemed to follow her, and though her feet were cold in their heels there seemed a lightness of being -- a dancing, surefooted gait Cho could barely remember from before. Today was a day to forget: for once she hoped to be good at forgetting. Regardless, however, she felt lovely! She felt lovely, and on the way up the stairs she felt even lovelier ( ... )
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Two arms wrapped around her and swung her into a tight embrace, their lips crashing together marvelously. He forgot how wonderful she tasted, and today she smelled slightly more of peony than usual--or as it that he was just noticing again...that normality was finally, finally returning.
And why shouldn't it?
"I hope you're hungry, I was afraid it was going to get cold." He led her across to the corner of the living room pavilion where they could look out of the water. Tea and plum wine was set on the table with the rest of the spread, which still steamed slightly. Next to them, the record player went on, an invisible company of court musicians.
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For a moment it was questionable whether she would manage coherent speech -- now or ever -- but the kiss solved the problem nicely. In the process of kicking off her shoes she rose up on her toes, supporting her featherweight against his chest; and perhaps it was a bit difficult to keep the smile from her face long enough, but... It was enough. It was.
Cho's fingers shook slightly as she hung her coat, and it didn't quite sort itself out by the time Percy took her hand. Nothing seemed to want to settle: not her smile, not the half-tears in her eye, and certainly not the hitch in her voice.
How ridiculous.
"Oh! I can't --" She shook her head. "I can't believe -- I can't believe you did this for me! I mean, I thought... I thought maybe, but ( ... )
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"It would have been difficult to travel the way things were, so I thought I could bring a little China here." China is here too.
When she held up the rose, he summoned a vase from a shelf and placed it on the table.
"Tea, wine or both?" Both were served in a traditional serving set Percy had picked up in Chinatown one of the last times he'd had to go shopping. "I'm so glad you like it. I was worried it would look too artificial. Touristy." He chuckled at the slight self-deprecating humor. "And maybe later I can move the furniture and you can have a proper dancefloor."
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"Just thoughts?" Slowly, Percy moved to embrace her from behind, arms sliding up her stomach, the curve of breasts to rest lightly over her heart. He pressed against her from behind, a familiar warmth stirring beneath his stomach. He brushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck, inhaling a scent that was both foreign and familiar.
For some time there was little desire to move as an old apprehension froze him. "That was terribly cliche of me, wasn't it?" He mused aloud, awaiting her reaction.
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All right.
Maybe Cho had been expecting this part, a little.
What she didn't expect, however, was...
A miracle. As his hand swept over her body she stiffened slightly, but not apprehensively -- not tonight. It was more to observe a change, something she'd rather forgotten the feel of lately. Her body had been more a wooden vessel than anything else, awaiting spring, and she'd nearly forgotten what it was like: a twist of heat, weakening of the knees. Why yes. Yes.
It had taken a lot of concentration -- a lot of patience -- to reach Valentine's Day in one piece. And Percy undid all of it: just thoughts, just a kiss at the back of her neck. The feeling seemed to travel the ridge of her vertebrae, sparking, and ended in blooming, an electric bloom.
"I don't mind..." Cho managed, dazed. Half of her wanted to jump for joy -- she wasn't numb after all! -- and the other half was... Well. "I don't. It's lovely!"
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"An elixir for the queen then," Recutantly, Percy released her and walked over to the side of a bed. "And for the king. No heirs before the thrown is even legitimate."
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Unfortunately before any connection could be made, Cho was staring the queen piece in the figurative eye; she glanced from this to Percy almost warily, and the taste of the potion erased the exact wording of whatever it was he'd said. Whatever it was...
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she rolled the bottle in her hands, and then -- inexplicably -- found herself smirking. Devious. "An elixir. You think you're clever, don't you?"
He was. But then again --
"Think you've got me figured out, mm? Thought you'd bring me here -- petals on the bed! -- and..." She paused, glancing at him over the curve of a shoulder. "Well! I see, Mr. Percy. You had a plan, didn't you?" Her tone was playful; she shook out her hair, removing the ribbon so that it fell, pooling down her back. "You know how I like plans."
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