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Percy stood only a couple of feet away from the girl that a mere seconds ago was coming completely undone because of him. He didn't know what came over him. It could of been the mixture of Fred and George's teasing or maybe it was that the sight of her blushed face. The second was the more convincing answer.
When he came into the bathroom he just wanted to drop the bag and leave but he saw her arms crossed and face tinted pink from her attempt to run it made him pull her back.
The rest happened so quickly he had her on top the sink completely surrounded by her. He needed to leave before he did anything else further.
With one last look at the disheveled girl had him tempted to go back up to her and snog her senseless. He grabbed his bag and left without turning back around.
The way to his Headboy's common room was located on the fourth floor. It was directly across the third floor entrance to the Gryffindor Tower. The night he caught her last curfew he was actually headed towards his room.
His eyes locked with the portrait and muttered the word "Sherbet Lemon ". Penelope sat hovered over the coffee table. He spotted the Arithmancy textbook along with others scattered about.
"You missed dinner." She spoke not even looking up from her work. Their conversations were also short and to the point neither were fond of small talk.
"Shocked to see that you noticed." He said as he continued his way to the hallway that led to his room.
"You said you would meet with me to talk about rounds."
"And I will but I'm busy right now."
"That's the problem. You always are." He could hear the hurt in her voice but instead of going back and doing the right thing he opened his room's door.
The two broke up at the beginning of the year due to him being too busy for a relationship. The struggle of balancing school, his Headboy position, and a relationship was too much for him. But right now Penelope didn't matter. What did was the blonde girl that he left in the bathroom.
He placed his bag on his desk. His room was in perfect condition. Nothing out of place, his bed made with no wrinkles, and not a single thing on the floor. Percy made his way to his bathroom and waved his wand to turn the shower on.
He stripped of his clothes and watched as they fell to the floor. Just like how her underwear did. The thought came quick but did enough to impact him. Percy stood in front of his mirror with his hands holding onto the sink. The sounds she made replayed in his head like a record player.
The red head stepped in; the warm water cascaded down his body. The tight muscles loosened up and he placed his palms flat against the shower wall and leaned his head against it.
His mind kept wondering back to the second floor bathroom. The way her legs just opened for him and the way she felt around his fingers. Percy's fists curled up at the mere thought. He wanted to kick himself for leaving. It was something he decided could be addictive.
He felt himself harden and let his left hand drop to wrap around his length. With the first pump he imagined what it would be like if it was her. Her small hand wrapping around him at the base pumping slowly. Her eyes watching as the skin moved and tugged with each pump. Him watching her blue wide eyes imagining what it would be like to watch her concentrate from this angle.
His thoughts shocked him but he continued. His relationship with Penelope wasn't ever like this. It was slow and meaningful always with emotion, but with Quinn it was different. He wanted to find ways to ruin her and then find more.
Percy grunted as his movement sped up slightly. He wanted to have this last for a while. Wanted to imagine her lips around him, the way she would look so full of him.
He yearned to go back to put her back onto the sink and cast a conception charm just to bury himself until he was cumming deep inside her. Percy wanted the feeling of her heels digging into him to come back.
His hands were slippery along himself. The water and his own precum was enough for him to be able to quicken his speed without any friction. He came soon after but not before picturing her finishing with him. He decided to skip meeting with Penelope.
The next day he awoke and made a plan to avoid her. Percy didn't like how uncontrolled he was near her. The whole thing was too much for him to handle. At breakfast he saw her, it looked like her friend was interrogating her and when she turned to look at him, he looked as though he was playing with food.
In Ancient Runes, he struggled to keep his eyes in anything but the back of her head. His face stayed down and he looked only at his notes. Only looking up when the teacher asked a question.
In Study Hall it was much harder. The twins kept making gestures and he could see her face turn pink as they made them towards he but he still did not look at her.
Potions. Potions was the worse. He sat next to her and the only thing on his mind was that he wanted to run his hand up her thigh and keep it there as Professor Snape talked about their writing assignment. Percy couldn't help but still a glance then. She wasn't good at hiding her emotions. He could tell that she felt awkward even a little embarrassed. And he wanted to do something but he didn't trust his hormones.
He felt a young teenager again with no idea how to control himself, but it was something about her. Percy craved her and when they were alone with the bathroom with no chance of something coming in. He lost it and he couldn't risk it again.
