Sweet.
The second they are standing in their shared living room, Maggie is letting go of his arm and pulling him into a deep kiss.
"You did so good, Percy." Maggie whispers, pressing kisses around his face. "So Amazing. I'm so sorry I was so rough with you."
"You weren't rough with me, Maggie." Percy assures, taking each kiss she provides. "I know you had to, but it did hurt when you mentioned Yaxley and Fenrir."
"You know I will murder them if they touch you again, yeah?" Maggie mumbles, "I will make them beg for mercy and remember what atrocities they subjected you to."
"'course I do." Percy smiles, "Can we head to bed?"
Maggie and Percy are curled together in their shared bed a few minutes later, the room dark and the only sound being the traffic of London outside.
Percy requested being able to hear the traffic below, because it was the only thing that put him to sleep in his old apartment.
"My brothers and sister have grown so much."
Percy's breath is warm on her sternum, and Maggie continues to run her fingers over the arch of his neck.
"Have they?" The question isn't really a question, because Maggie only knew of Arthur before this god awful second wizarding war broke out. And she only knew of Arthur because Gideon and Fabian would rant about their younger sister's husband. Maggie is seven years younger than the original Weasley twins, and three years older than Molly, which slightly disgusts her to think about.
Percy is nineteen, and Maggie just recently turned forty-seven.
Twenty-eight years between them.
"Mmhm. Ginny and Ron are taller than me." Percy nods, "I don't know how I'm the shortest."
Starvation, Maggie wants to say, Starvation and Torture.
"I didn't notice." Maggie says instead. Maggie presses a firm kiss to his forehead, long enough that Percy angles himself up to press a firm kiss to her lips.
Maggie smiles into his kiss, and drags him closer by the back of his neck. Percy tries to slide on top of her but Maggie pushes him on his back, and starts to slide down his body.
Percy whimpers before Maggie can even get his underwear down, and Maggie coos at the noise he lets out when his legs are freed from his pants.
His cock is soft against his thigh, making Maggie suppress a grin. She always likes touching Percy when he's still soft, likes feeling him come to life under her.
Maggie starts to press kisses to Percy's lower stomach and thighs, pushing one thigh over her shoulder and pushing the other thigh back against the bed.
"My pretty boy."
Maggie leans down and the seconds her lips touch him, Percy seizes up and cries out.
-
Maggie and Percy are continuously asked back to order meetings, to assure details about Voldemort's plan and ways she is helping the order.
Maggie's convinced it's because they want to keep tabs on Percy.
"You aren't feeling well, my love, let's skip the meeting." Percy mumbles against her temple, not moving for where he checked her temperature. "It won't-."
"They'll think I flipped on them. Or that I hurt you and didn't want them to know." Maggie rushes out, pulling back and pushing as much hair from her face as possible.
"Professor Snape-."
"They barely believe his word on anything. They definitely want believe him when it comes to your safety."
"They would be more worried about you being a double agent-."
"You're the top of their concern." Maggie dismisses, "Let's Just get this over with."
Maggie staggers towards the fireplace in their apartment, reaching back to grab Percy's hand.
"Maggie-."
"12 Grimmauld Place." Maggie says, and the pair are dragged through the fireplace and into Grimmauld Place.
Percy has to catch her as she tumbles forward, her head dangerously close to the antique lamp placed haphazardly on the stone ledge under the fireplace.
"My love." Percy whispers, pulling her back to standing steady. He runs a hand over her sweaty forehead and Maggie chooses to lean into it.
She knows that any second their perfectly crafted cover could be blown.
"You're unwell. Let's just head back home."
Maggie leans down to rest her head on the front of his shoulder, reaching up to tighten her hold on his sweater.
"I need to be strong for you. I can't-They need to think I am holding you captive. If Tom finds out-."
"He won't, if we just go home." Percy says softly, "We don't need to maintain a friendship with the order, we just need to fly under his radar. I know you only wanted to see the order because of my family, you were protecting them either way. My relationship with my family doesn't need to be mended currently, there is too much going on-."
"What?"
Maggie pulls her head up off Percy's shoulder and her gaze settles on Nymphadora.
"Nymphadora-." Maggie rushes out, but the woman is already gone and heading noisily down the hall. Calling for each Weasley separately. "Percy."
Maggie crashes her head back onto his shoulder tiredly, relaxing into her partner.
"Should we go?" Percy asks, "Our covers have been officially blown if I know Nymphadora at all."
"They would have found out anyway." Maggie mumbles, her voice muffled by his shoulder. "It's up to you, my love."
"Kiss me?"
Their lips crash together as a mass of footsteps come barreling down the hallway towards them, the couple not even separating when the commotion enters the large sitting room, they are standing in.