Percy and Nico Undercover at Hogwarts

Chapter Forty Nine

The italizied fluff in the chapter belongs to DontExpectMeHome 

The BOLDED fluffyiness belongs to LadyTempus 

Beware, it's pretty smutty, so if you're super innocent (or young), you probably shouldn't read it.

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Percy's POV

Nico and I were in the boys bathroom showering, in our own stalls, when I heard a "FUCK!" and a thump!

"Nico!" I called, facing the wall that separated the stalls. "Nico!" He didn't answer.

I suddenly felt something wrong with the water at my feet and when I looked down, it was tinted red. "Nico!" I shouted again, pulling back the curtain of my stall, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist before pulling back the curtain to Nico's shower.

I completely ignored the fact that he was naked, more worried about the blood coming from his head.

I kneeled down, checking to see if he was conscious, which he wasn't, before I grabbed another down, wrapping it around him, and carrying him to our dormitory, praying to Apollo.

He told me that he didn't feel like moving and to just take some nectar and pour it on his injury and to make him drink some.

That's it. That's all the god did to help.

I got some weird looks carrying a mostly naked boy through the halls of the Boy's Dormitory, but if anyone had a problem with it, they didn't say anything. It was probably the horrified expression on my face that kept them away.

When I walked into our room, I looked at Harry and Ron who were sat on the floor.

"You should probably leave," I told them and they rushed out.

I laid Nico on his bed, propping his head up and making sure his towel was covering him. I went to the chest at the bottom of my bed, digging around until I found nectar. I walked over to my boyfriend and turned his head to the right. I saw the gash and took a deep breath before pouring some of the godly liquid on it, causing it to immediately close.

I poured a little in his mouth and I rubbed his throat until he swallowed.

I let out a sigh of relief and then I remembered that we were both basically naked. I quickly got dressed and then walked to the chest at the bottom of his bed, pulling out some boxers and a t-shirt. My face turned red as I pulled his legs though the holes, trying to stare anywhere other than the obvious place.

To be honest, I did look. And let's just say that for his age, he was well off.

As I carefully sat him up, I stared at his chest and back.

I'd seen his scars before, but I had never focused on them because he would always end up getting embarrassed and making me look away.

There weren't to many of them, just a few here and there, but there was one that bothered me. It didn't look like a slash or cut or anything that had been done during a fight. It was over a foot long, going down his left side on his back. It looked like it was made one cut at a time by someone standing right behind him.