Breaking Protocol {Percy Weasley}

Chapter Fifteen

Percy didn't know what to do as he made his way through the corridors. He was out passed curfew, something he would surly be scolded for doing so. Percy just hoped Filtch or Mrs. Norris didn't catch him.

Although, he was Head Boy. Percy could probably find his way out of any sticky situation with Mrs. Norris.

Turning down the familiar dimly lit corridor, Percy made sure no one was around before he slipped inside the small classroom Penny and Percy had always found themselves in last year during their Prefect rounds.

He felt around in the darkness for a little while before a small voice muttered in the darkness, and all the candles lit up; revealing a blonde haired Penelope Clearwater.

"Penny." Percy said, clearing his throat. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"

"Us." She said simply, weaving through the desks and finding a seat in front of Percy. Percy swallowed, yanking nervously at the collar of his shirt.

"What about us?" He asked, but Penny just giggled, rising to her feet and resting her soft hand against Percy's cheek.

"You know what I mean, Perce." She was saying. "You and I against the world, remember that?" She said, smiling. Percy tried to pull away from Penny but she held him in place.

"Percy. I know you've missed me, just admit it already. School work is important, yes. But what we had was...It was brilliant."

"Penny--"

"No, Perce. This Hufflepuff girl you've been hanging around is a joke, she's going nowhere in life. She's just a replacement for what we had." Penny said. She was beginning to sound irritated, and Percy wished he had never shown up.

"Penny, Clara is--"

But she didn't let him finish, and she didn't keep to her word that she wouldn't try anything with him.

Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, Penny pulled him in for a kiss, but it wasn't like the one she planted on him in front of the Great Hall.

It was harsh, desperate, and passionate. Penny's mouth moved against his, and Percy found himself unable to pull away. He did miss Penny's kisses. He missed her boldness and her need to get him alone so many times.

Penny yanked at his shirt, pulling his buttons free and revealing his creamy pale skin underneath. He heard the torn buttons fall to the floor, and felt Penny's body press against him.

"Penny." Percy moaned against her lips. "No. This isn't right."

"I don't care." Penny whispered back and her familiar soft lips met his again.

Percy moaned again against her lips, except this time he didn't protest. She was a beautiful woman, Percy thought, so beautiful and she wanted him--no one but him. Percy reached for the hem of her shirt, his heart beating wildly in his chest and he pulled away from her for a split second to yank her shirt above her head.

He marveled at the familiar sight of Penny's chest, and she smirked as she unhooked her bra, making Percy weak at the knees as the plain white piece of clothing fell to the floor.

And Percy did what any guy would do in his situation.

Clara was sitting on the edge of her bed, a smile on her lips. She had gotten ready, brushed her teeth, and had changed into her Pj's, but still wore Percy's jumper over top.

She couldn't stop thinking about that redheaded boy. The way he treated her like she was a treasure Percy could only dream of having.

But he didn't have to dream anymore, because Clara was his, and Percy was Clara's. And she couldn't be any more happy about that fact.