(Harry Potter) Trouble in Paradise - Millicent Bulstrode/Percy Weasley
Title: You Don’t Mean That
Author: Jmaria
Theme: Break-up
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. is Boss. She owns them. I however, own Josie.
Pairing: Millicent Bulstrode/Percy Weasley
Words: 319
Summary: This can’t be happening...
Percy Weasley was three sheets to the wind. There was no accounting for it, and as he never got drunk it must have been something particularly bad. Of course, Tom, the pub keeper of the Leaky Cauldron had put the word out to Cookie over at the Three Broomsticks via the Floo right away in order to have his girl come and collect him.
“She’s not havin’ a bit of him at the mo, Tommy. Tell him to call that stupid multinational cow of ‘is to collect him,” had been Cookie’s curt reply.
So Tom did the only thing he could think of - he called Molly. Molly, of course, hollered at him for several minutes. It didn’t help the fact that he had Percy slobbering all over his freshly cleaned floor. It was Arthur and Charlie who finally came to get him. Needless to say, Percy was quite alarmed when he woke up in his old bedroom late the next afternoon, with Charlie and Fred grinning at him.
“What the bloody hell did you do last night, Perce?” Charlie laughed.
“I’d rather not discuss it. What time is it? Mil will be worried -”
“No, she won’t,” Fred blurted, ignoring Charlie’s jab to the gut.
“Why not?” Percy groaned, his head throbbing from sitting up too fast.
“She tossed you out yesterday - Zabini told us, Percy,” Charlie added.
“Don’t mention that ponce to me,” Percy growled, which only made his head throb more.
“Was he why you two broke up?” Fred laughed.
“We’ve not broken up!” Percy snapped.
“She has, Percy,” Charlie said gently, handing him a piece of parchment with Millicent’s familiar scrawl on it. “Cook sent this to Tom, thinking you were still there. He owled it here.”
Percy let the missive slip between his fingers, not wanting to believe what it said at all. His brothers left him feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.
Author: Jmaria
Theme: Break-up
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. is Boss. She owns them. I however, own Josie.
Pairing: Millicent Bulstrode/Percy Weasley
Words: 319
Summary: This can’t be happening...
Percy Weasley was three sheets to the wind. There was no accounting for it, and as he never got drunk it must have been something particularly bad. Of course, Tom, the pub keeper of the Leaky Cauldron had put the word out to Cookie over at the Three Broomsticks via the Floo right away in order to have his girl come and collect him.
“She’s not havin’ a bit of him at the mo, Tommy. Tell him to call that stupid multinational cow of ‘is to collect him,” had been Cookie’s curt reply.
So Tom did the only thing he could think of - he called Molly. Molly, of course, hollered at him for several minutes. It didn’t help the fact that he had Percy slobbering all over his freshly cleaned floor. It was Arthur and Charlie who finally came to get him. Needless to say, Percy was quite alarmed when he woke up in his old bedroom late the next afternoon, with Charlie and Fred grinning at him.
“What the bloody hell did you do last night, Perce?” Charlie laughed.
“I’d rather not discuss it. What time is it? Mil will be worried -”
“No, she won’t,” Fred blurted, ignoring Charlie’s jab to the gut.
“Why not?” Percy groaned, his head throbbing from sitting up too fast.
“She tossed you out yesterday - Zabini told us, Percy,” Charlie added.
“Don’t mention that ponce to me,” Percy growled, which only made his head throb more.
“Was he why you two broke up?” Fred laughed.
“We’ve not broken up!” Percy snapped.
“She has, Percy,” Charlie said gently, handing him a piece of parchment with Millicent’s familiar scrawl on it. “Cook sent this to Tom, thinking you were still there. He owled it here.”
Percy let the missive slip between his fingers, not wanting to believe what it said at all. His brothers left him feeling like the world’s biggest idiot.