clones (sort of) | byoa
Reaching over and feeling a small, warm, naked body snuggled up against his was not an unusual occurrence for Percy. Hermione, he thought sleepily, smiling faintly. He hummed softly and ran a hand up along her side, eyes still closed, and he could feel her moving, her nose brushing against his. Their lips met in a sleepy kiss, slow and sweet like honey, and she made a soft noise. She had morning breath, and so did he, which was kind of gross, but at least he could focus on the soft floral scent of her sham -
- wait.
Hermione used apple scented shampoo. Freezing in place, he tried to place the scent: not Hermione, not Oliver (who used a generically masculine scent), and not Bianchi (who preferred spicier things). Startled, he jerked back, and the girl did, too. With eerily identical movements, they shot up and fumbled for their glasses, putting them on and blinking to focus. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it practically to her chin, and he jerked some of it back to his waist.
"I beg your pardon - " Percy began.
"What are you doing in my bed?" the girl demanded rather shrilly.
"Your bed? This is my bed - "
"It most certainly is not; I know I went to sleep here, alone - "
Percy stared at the redheaded girl, trying to figure out what it was about her that was so familiar. She quieted down, stared back, and suddenly, it hit him. Hair the exact same shade as his. Bright blue eyes - ones he was willing to bet couldn't see a thing without the small, oval glasses. Freckles.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly. She sat straight up, retorted sharply,
"Persephone I. Weasley. What's y - " And then it hit her, too. "...Merlin's beard, you're me, aren't you?!"
"I most certainly am not!" Percy sputtered. "If anyone is anyone, you're me - wait. No. This has to be a trick." He shook his head, stared at her for a long moment. "What's your father's name?"
"Arthur Weasley. What's your mother's?"
"Molly Weasley. What job do you hold?"
"Junior Assistant to Minister Shacklebolt." They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Persephone glanced down and gasped, pointing. "That scar. How did you get it?"
Of course, Percy's brain immediately went to the scar he'd gotten at the Battle of Hogwarts and he instinctively began to shift uncomfortably to cover it, when he realize Persephone was pointing closer to the center of his chest. Bringing up his hand to touch his chest, he found a small, star-shaped scar just below his clavicle.
"I was ten," Percy replied slowly, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "George pushed me down the stairs, and I fell on one of Ginny's toys."
Slowly, Persephone lowered the blanket just enough to reveal an identical scar in the same place. "I was ten," she echoed. "George pushed me down the stairs, and I landed on one of Grif's toys."
There was another long, horrified silence.
"...oh my God," Persephone breathed. "You snogged me."
"I don't recall you complaining at the time!"
"If I'd known who you were - "
"Oh, sorry, next time I go to snog a girl I'll bring my C.V. and character references - "
The floor creaked then, and both redheads snapped silent, turning to face the new arrival, faces caught in eerily identical expressions of shock, and both silently wondered how bad this tableau must look ... and how best to blame it on the other Percy.
[ooc: holy tl;dr, batman; would you like some smut with your words? fff. anyway, as all fans of the twins know, the only thing better than one Weasley is ... TWO! So, to celebrate Percy's second anniversary in the hotel, you get two Junior Assistants for the price of one. :D Men or women 18+ for smut, canonmates are ♥♥♥, and CR is also absolutely possible! Kinks are here if you're interested, and if you have any questions, feel free to PM me. Let's have some fun!]
- wait.
Hermione used apple scented shampoo. Freezing in place, he tried to place the scent: not Hermione, not Oliver (who used a generically masculine scent), and not Bianchi (who preferred spicier things). Startled, he jerked back, and the girl did, too. With eerily identical movements, they shot up and fumbled for their glasses, putting them on and blinking to focus. She grabbed the blanket and pulled it practically to her chin, and he jerked some of it back to his waist.
"I beg your pardon - " Percy began.
"What are you doing in my bed?" the girl demanded rather shrilly.
"Your bed? This is my bed - "
"It most certainly is not; I know I went to sleep here, alone - "
Percy stared at the redheaded girl, trying to figure out what it was about her that was so familiar. She quieted down, stared back, and suddenly, it hit him. Hair the exact same shade as his. Bright blue eyes - ones he was willing to bet couldn't see a thing without the small, oval glasses. Freckles.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly. She sat straight up, retorted sharply,
"Persephone I. Weasley. What's y - " And then it hit her, too. "...Merlin's beard, you're me, aren't you?!"
"I most certainly am not!" Percy sputtered. "If anyone is anyone, you're me - wait. No. This has to be a trick." He shook his head, stared at her for a long moment. "What's your father's name?"
"Arthur Weasley. What's your mother's?"
"Molly Weasley. What job do you hold?"
"Junior Assistant to Minister Shacklebolt." They stared at each other for a long moment, and then Persephone glanced down and gasped, pointing. "That scar. How did you get it?"
Of course, Percy's brain immediately went to the scar he'd gotten at the Battle of Hogwarts and he instinctively began to shift uncomfortably to cover it, when he realize Persephone was pointing closer to the center of his chest. Bringing up his hand to touch his chest, he found a small, star-shaped scar just below his clavicle.
"I was ten," Percy replied slowly, lifting his eyes to meet hers. "George pushed me down the stairs, and I fell on one of Ginny's toys."
Slowly, Persephone lowered the blanket just enough to reveal an identical scar in the same place. "I was ten," she echoed. "George pushed me down the stairs, and I landed on one of Grif's toys."
There was another long, horrified silence.
"...oh my God," Persephone breathed. "You snogged me."
"I don't recall you complaining at the time!"
"If I'd known who you were - "
"Oh, sorry, next time I go to snog a girl I'll bring my C.V. and character references - "
The floor creaked then, and both redheads snapped silent, turning to face the new arrival, faces caught in eerily identical expressions of shock, and both silently wondered how bad this tableau must look ... and how best to blame it on the other Percy.
[ooc: holy tl;dr, batman; would you like some smut with your words? fff. anyway, as all fans of the twins know, the only thing better than one Weasley is ... TWO! So, to celebrate Percy's second anniversary in the hotel, you get two Junior Assistants for the price of one. :D Men or women 18+ for smut, canonmates are ♥♥♥, and CR is also absolutely possible! Kinks are here if you're interested, and if you have any questions, feel free to PM me. Let's have some fun!]