Rebel. Rebel. You've torn your dress.
The melody of an old glam rock song played in the background and Percy Weasley was laying on a chair in the small table of a pub.
Alone and drunk.
He doesn't usually drink a lot, to be honest he doesn't drink at all.
But that night he just wanted to forget everything and go on.
Exactly a year ago, he had grown apart from his family and it hurt so badly to remember.
There was a part of him who just wanted to apologize and come back to them, but he was too proud.
He couldn't.
So he started to drink.
It was a sort of rebellion against his principles. Percy is a kind of weird person,who lives constantly with an interior conflict with himself.
He was rebelling against himself, against his own temperament and personality. Because he didn't like himself but he was usual to that, he never did.
Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
He actually looked like a ghost when he decided to go into the dancing floor. He doesn't usually dance, but as I said before, he was totally drunk.
He only heard the acutely and sharply voice of David Bowie.
What would his parents have thought in that situation? What would his brothers say?
‘The perfect prefect’ jigging around unknown blokes and birds totally drunk.
But that night he was wild and he didn't care about anything.
Rebel rebel, how could they know?
It was just him in the muggle’s world and none would ever discover.
It was years ago the last time someone touched him and he desperately needed to feel something.
Everything.
Somebody's touch.
So he lets other people come around him and he feels good.
He unexpectedly liked shuffling with strangers.
It was an exchange of glances, it became with that.
Percy thought he looked like someone from his past and he liked it a lot.
The bloke looked hot, in the dark lights of the disco with these curly brown hair.
In a few minutes they moved close to each other, without losing the contact between them.
They continued staring at each other during the dance, which was even more close.
Hot tramp, I love you so!
Percy kissed him.
He felt something he hadn't felt in ages and it was strange to feel that emotions for someone he didn't even know.
But it was cool, at that moment, he wasn't able to think lucidly.
They snogged hard all night and after it, the boy drove him home.
When Percy asked him to come up the boy agreed and the rest of it, it's history.
The story of one of the most important loves of Percy's life.
Someone who helped him when he was alone.
Not the love of his life, but someone who meant a lot.