Wizarding World one-shots

Fishing (Perctoria)

A/N: happy Father's Day! Wrote this for the occasion. It is part of the alphabet one-shots I am doing on my tumblr and was requested by heyLorrain !

Enjoy.

Waking up in bed without Percy was something Victoria didn't experience very often. Her fiancé normally enjoyed sleeping in on Sundays because it was a day neither of them had to work.

So why was he up before the sun rose?

With a small groan, Victoria rolled off of the side of her bed in a less than graceful fashion. Her feet began to warm the cool panels of the hardwood floors of their apartment as she made her way out of their bedroom.

The shuffling coming from the kitchen gave her a pretty good indication of where Percy was. She made her way through the halls, her movements almost silent.

Standing in the middle of the kitchen, boiling a pot of water with his wand, was the very disgruntled Percy Weasley. His red curls went in every direction (which wasn't unusual, even when he did brush his hair) and made him look as if he was a shocked character in a muggle television series. His green housecoat, which had begun to fray at the edges, made him look like some sort of leprechaun.

Merlin, she loved him.

"Good morning, Perce." Victoria crossed into the kitchen, a small jolt going through her spine as her bare feet made contact with the cold tile.

"Vic!" Percy nearly dropped his wand when she suddenly appeared. The pale skin of his face began to heat up slightly  as Victoria pulled him down for a small, quick kiss. "Why are you up? It's not even five yet."

Victoria leaned against the counter, looking up at him. "I could ask the same thing to you."

"Well, I asked first."

"But you adore me."

Victoria let out a giggle as he softly kissed her neck, pulling her to the edge of the counter. His fingers gently gripped onto her side, bringing her hips against his. She almost forgot about the question as he attacked her neck.

Almost.

"It's a muggle tradition to take your father fishing for Father's Day," Percy murmured, drawing away from Victoria's neck to pepper her jaw with kisses. "I figured dad might want to go... even if it is with me."

There it was. The self deprecating he had experienced ever since they got back together at the Battle of Hogwarts. Yes, he had made mistakes, but he owned up to them. He made an effort to make things right again.

And she loved him for it. He was willing to do so much for everyone he cared about.

Victoria gently placed her hands on his face and pulled him away from her skin, making sure to make direct eye contact with him.

"Percy." Victoria tightened her grip as he tried to pull away. "Your father loves spending time with you. You know this."

"But—"

She placed a finger on his lips, silencing his protests before he could get farther. "No buts. You are a delight to be around." Victoria gave a tiny smirk. "Most of the time."

Percy chuckled and titled his head to the side, gently kissing the palm of one of her hands. "I seem to recall you enjoying yourself last night very much, Miss Macmillan."

This time, it was Victoria's time to blush. She lightly smacked him on the stomach, causing him to laugh.

"You're a prick, Percy Weasley."

"But I'm your prick."

"Just make your coffee."

An hour later, Victoria found herself sitting on the edge of a boat as Percy and Arthur cast their lines out into the lake they were in the middle of. She gently ran her finger across the water as she watched them, sending ripples across the reflection of her pink sundress.

Seeing the two men laugh warmed her heart in a way only they could. Percy deserved to be happy. They all did. They'd been through enough in the war.

"See, the trick, Percy, is to release after you cast the line out," Arthur Weasley explained, his face almost entirely covered by the comically large tan fishing hat he wore on his balding head. "And it'll go farther out."

Percy, for his part, was nodding along and doing his best to follow, despite the fact that Arthur knew as much about fishing as he did. On occasion, he would sneak glances back at Victoria and give her a smile that made her want to kiss him senseless.

Who knew fishing would be so attractive?

Most of the morning was spent between Victoria reading and Arthur telling Percy some strange fact about muggles he had learned. It wasn't until it was nearly noon when something happened.

Percy abruptly got to his feet, making the boat shake. "Dad, dad! Your bouey went under!"

Victoria set aside her book as the half-asleep Arthur yanked backwards on the pole, his hands shaking with either excitement or nervousness. The boat began to rock even more with his frantic movements, making Victoria feel a little nauseated.

"I think I got it!" Arthur shouted, his tone reminding Victoria of the time Ernie had caught a toad in the Manor's backyard when he was five. "I think I—!"

Arthur yanked back once more.

The small boat they were on couldn't handle the rocking anymore and tipped over right as a large catfish emerged from the surface on Arthur's line. Victoria let out a scream as all three of them were flipped into the cool water. The situation wasn't unlike the one she experienced during her first year at Hogwarts, though this time the boat was not on fire.

In seconds, she felt a set of arms wrap around her waist and help guide her to the surface. Victoria gasped, her blonde hair plastered to her face as she looked into Percy's dark blue eyes. A lily pad had somehow gotten stuck in his dark red curls, making it look as if he had a tiny hat. Victoria snorted, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Mr Weasley, I think we should try to avoid boats from now on," said Victoria, grasping onto the lily pad and tossing it to the side. "Our track record is just ghastly."

"I'd be inclined to agree, Miss Macmillan."

They began to move in at the same time, almost as if they were on the same brain wavelength. Just as their lips were about to touch, a large splash of water sprayed both of them.

Arthur tredded next to them, holding the catfish on his now broken line. Despite being soaking wet, he had the largest grin on his face.

"I caught it!"