Next Step.
Long after the parents had gone to bed, and the siblings had moved to the living room, did the real questioning begin.
“So, Maggie. What drew you to Percy?” Charlie asks, sipping from his cup of spiced mead.
“Oh, honestly?” Maggie asks, looking over from her head on Percy’s shoulder, sitting in his lap comfortably. “I thought he looked like a good fuck.”
“Gross!” Ginny squeals.
“It isn’t gross if it’s true.” Maggie shrugs, laughing at the loud sputtering and groaning. “No. What drew me to him was his hair.”
“Of course it did-.” Bill laughs, but Maggie cuts in before he can continue talking.
“My dad told me about the Weasley’s, and I didn’t know he was a part of your family, but it was just a mental note I made. So I approached him when I saw him in the back alley.”
“Wait? Who’s your dad?” George asks, tilting his head in confusion.
“My Dad’s Severus Snape.” Maggie says, smiling back at Percy when he takes her hand firmly.
When he looks back at the family around the room, they are all staring at her with varying faces of shock and confusion.
“Percy said my Dad taught him.” Maggie continues, “So I’m sure he taught you guys. I went to Mahoutokoro.”
“Oh shit, really?” Fred hums, “I didn’t know that. Do you know any Japanese?”
“Itai doushin.” Maggie nods, setting the back of her head on Percy’s shoulder. “Two bodies, same heart. Dad wanted me to experience other cultures, and I think he wanted me out of England because of the war.”
“Wait, how old are you?”
“‘m twenty.”
“Damn, Percy.” Bill whistles, “How old was she when you guys met?”
“You’re making it seem more inappropriate than it is.” Percy laughs, “She was eighteen. We met in Ireland so the war wasn’t as bad there. She was on break at Mahoutokoro. It was nice.”
“It was.” Maggie agrees, pressing a kiss to Percy’s closest cheek. “It was. I love me as a ministry man.”
“It's getting late.” Percy mumbles, “and I’ve still got to run to work tomorrow-.”
“What?! It’s Christmas-!”
“Shacklebolt needs my help to send out a few bills.” Percy shrugs, “It will only take a few hours. Plus, it’s not even Christmas morning. That’s the day after.”
“You heard the man.” Maggie smiles, “Perce and I are heading to bed.”
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Maggie’s eyes flutter open sleepily, blinking over to the movement happening on the other side of the bed. Percy is sitting up, running his hands over his face and yawning quietly.
“Where ‘ya going?” Maggie mumbles, sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“Work, my darling girl.” Percy smiles, leaning over to kiss her cheek sweetly. “You know this.”
“Do you have to?” Maggie sighs, “Want to cuddle, or we can fuck. We didn’t get to yesterday.”
By the time the siblings dispersed last night, it was early in the morning and because Percy had to work early they decided to not have sex.
“I have to.” Percy laughs quietly, “Go back to bed, baby.”
“It’s okay.” Maggie says, pushing her legs off her side of the bed and standing up. “I’ll go make you some tea.”
“I would rather you just slept, my love.” Percy smiles, watching her sway for a few seconds while rubbing her eyes firmly.
“I’m gonna make you cinnamon vanilla tea.”
“That sounds lovely.”
Maggie walks past him on her way to his childhood bedroom door, jolting when he pats her ass gently. She glares back at him with no heat in her gaze, and stumbles out of the room. She yawns quietly as she makes her way down the stairs, not registering the slight crowd in the living room as she walks past it into the kitchen.
As she stands in front of the sink she realizes Percy didn’t bring his ministry work cup, because this was a family holiday. With a wave of her hand, the gold travel cup appears on the counter and Maggie still remains frozen.
She didn’t ask if she could use the kitchen.
“G’morning.”
Maggie glances back and sees Percy’s father entering the kitchen, just as sleepy as she feels.
“Good Morning, Mr. Weasley.”
“Whatya waiting for?” Arthur asks, tilting his head at her. “Do you want something to drink?”
“I make Percy tea or coffee in the morning at home, but I don’t have permission to use the kitchen-.”
“No permission required, My dear.” Arthur smiles, “Use whatever you’d like.”
“Thank you, Mr.-.”
“Just Arther is fine. Molly might request Mrs. Weasley, but Arthur is fine for me.”
“Thank you, Arthur.”
Maggie makes quick work of milk, cinnamon, and vanilla, and is just pouring the tea into Percy’s cup when he steps into the kitchen. Arther is cooking breakfast and greets his son before Maggie is able to. He is dressed in deep green pants, dress pants, matching shoes, and a dark sweater.
“Morning, Dad.” Percy hums, hugging his father back awkwardly when the older man embraces him. Maggie smiles back at her partner and secures the lid on Percy’s mug. Maggie settles back against Percy when he wraps his arms around, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Smells good.”
Maggie is now aware of what she is wearing. A long pair of boxer shorts and one of Percy shirts.
Definitely not family appropriate.
Percy drags her to face him, and presses a kiss to her mouth quickly. He then drags her into his chest, close enough to whisper that he left her a pair of sweats in the downstairs bathroom for her.
“I’ll see you before lunch.”
“Have a good day. Tell Kingsley hello for me.” Maggie mumbles, looking up at him to press another kiss to his lips. “Love you.”
“I love you too.” Percy smiles, pressing another kiss to her face. He steps away, taking the cup from her with a squeeze to her hand. He gives her another wave, squeezes his father’s shoulder as he passes, and leaves the kitchen.
Maggie cleans up her mess quickly and as she turns to leave Arthur shoves a red plate into her hands. Maggie thanks him, and he motions her to the small table in the kitchen.
“You care deeply for my son.” Arthur says as they sit, “Plus you are a guest, so I made you breakfast. It’s not as good as Molls’ cooking, but I can make some mean scrambled eggs.”
“Arthur, Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.” Arthur grins, “What is it?”
“Can I marry your son?”