Conciliation

“Perce!” Maggie cheers quietly when the door to Percy’s bedroom opens and her lover steps into the room. 

Maggie is wrapping an obscure shaped pot that she thought Molly would love. 

“Hey baby!” Maggie grins, stepping away and moving towards Percy excitedly. 

“Hello, my love.” Percy smiles, wrapping his arms around her shoulders when she clinches hers around his waist. 

“How are you? How was work?”

“Boring.” Percy shrugs, “Just the Minister and I. I’m glad to be home.” 

Maggie leans up, pressing her lips against his firmly.  Percy sighs against her lips, pulling her closer and kicking the door shut behind him. Maggie takes a few steps backwards, pulling him with her until they crumble down on Percy’s bed. Percy on top of her, sandwiching her to the bed.

Maggie wastes zero time shoving her tongue into Percy’s mouth, reaching down to grope at his ass. Percy laughs into her mouth, pulling back and pressing his forehead into hers. 

“Your ass is so nice in your slacks.” 

“Thank you, baby.” Percy laughs, hiking his legs up to straddle her on the bed. Maggie slides her hands up his thighs until she can push her hands up the front of his sweater. She slides her fingers up his skin before gliding them backwards, across his sides, to rest on his lower back. 

Maggie pulls him forward, urging his hips to fall into a slow grind. Percy sighs, letting his head fall backwards as he grinds his hips forward. 

Maggie watches him closely, heat pooling in her lower belly at the sight of his stretched neck and the weight of him on her hips. She lets go of Percy’s back in favor of shoving his sweater up. He gets the message, reaching down to pull the sweater over his head. It fluffs his hair up, pushing it out of place, and crooks his glasses. 

Maggie slides her hands back up his chest, linking one behind his neck to pull him down to kiss him again. Percy makes a soft noise of pleasure, picking up the pace of his hips, smashing his lips against hers.

Maggie feels Percy’s hands tugging at the bottom of her shirt, and she leans up to let him pull it over her head. After that, Percy leans back and works his hips in figure-eights. Maggie tightens her hands low on his hips, and snorts out a laugh when Percy clumsily reaches down to grope at her tits. 

“Fuck.” Percy mumbles, shifting around again. Maggie huffs as he slides off her hips and down and throws her thighs over his hips, but quickly moans when he grinds them together again. 

He leans down and attached their lips again, his grinds short and quick against her, whining into her mouth. Just as Maggie goes to shove her tongue into his mouth, Percy’s door is slammed open.

“Maggie-oh shit!”

“Fred!” Maggie shrieks before her mouth is even pulling away from Percy’s. Percy shoves himself up and tumbles over the side of the bed, out of sight, with a loud thump. 

“Jesus! Get a room!” Fred yells, standing in the open doorway with his hands over his eyes. 

“We’re in our room motherfucker!” Maggie yells back, dragging the covers of the bed over herself. “What do you want?” 

“Wanted to see if you wanted to go to Knockturn Alley with me, but I can see you're busy.” Fred snickers, “Wanna come though? ‘m afraid to go alone.”

“Of course, Freddie.” Maggie says, “Now get out so I can put clothes on.”

Fred pulls the door shut while still snickering loudly, and Maggie falls backward to rest on the bed. Percy lifts himself off the floor, his eyes finding hers when he leans his upper chest on the bed. 

“I’m going to strangle him.” Percy says, leaning over to plant a kiss on her lips. “We are fucking today, if it’s here or in the garden, or by the fucking pond, I don’t care. My cock is going to fall off.”

“So vulgar, Puppy.” Maggie coos, lifting herself up into a sitting position. “Are you coming with us, Babe?” 

“I think I’m going to help Mum with dinner.” Percy says, undressing rather than redressing. He shoves on some sweats and a sweatshirt from their bags, and balls his clothes into a mass on the floor. “I’d think Freddie wants some alone time with you anyway.”

“Y’think?” Maggie hums, tilting her head at him in confusion. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Percy shrugs, sitting on the edge of their bed and looking up at her. Maggie pulls her shirt back on, and runs her fingers through her hair to tame it back down. “He looks a little spooked. You’ve always been better than me at calming him down.”

“I’ll go figure it out.” Maggie says, stepping between his spread legs and leaning down to kiss him. She wraps her arms around his neck, presses herself to his front, and shoves her tongue into his mouth. Percy whines against her mouth, wrapping his arms around lower back to pull her closer. 

They lose track of their time pressed against each other, and just as Maggie goes to straddle him, there is a loud knock on Percy’s bedroom door. 

“Maggie! Percy!” Fred whines through the door, “C’mon!”

“I think I’m going to strangle him.” Maggie smiles when they pull away, reaching down to kiss him hastily a few more times, before letting him go. “I’m gonna go.” 

“Have fun.” Percy grins, slapping her ass when she turns away from him. She rolls her eyes at him and slips out of Percy’s bedroom to find Fred leaning against the opposite wall. Now that Maggie’s got eyes on him, she can see what Percy saw. 

Fred’s eyes are bloodshot, and he looks out of place. He doesn’t have the self-assured smile on his face anymore, and he is curled in on himself to make himself appear smaller. 

“Ready to go, Freddie?” 

Fred nods, taking the hand Maggie offers, and lets her lead him through the house. Maggie makes sure that they say goodbye to Molly and any of the other siblings they pass, before using the fireplace to travel to the open floo network in Diagon Alley. 

They stroll around the alley in comfortable silence, ignoring prying eyes from fans of hers, before making their way to the entrance of Knockturn Alley. The connection between the alleys is much more prominent after the war, because the dark arts factor of knockturn has been expelled. Any business rooted in the dark arts was quickly run out of business and replaced with new business and apothecaries. 

“What are we doing here, Fred-boy?”

“I needed to get out of that house.” Fred says, and the hostility in his voice takes Maggie back. “It’s so frustrating. Everything’s so frustrating.”

“What is, Buddy?” Maggie asks, confused and very concerned. 

“I don’t know. That’s the thing.” Fred huffs out with a laugh, “Mum’s suffocating, Dad barely talks to me, Bill and Charlie keep asking what’s wrong with me, Gins being such a smartass for some reason, and Ron and Harry keep have loud sex, and George - fucking George and Angelina won’t stop being all lovely dovey and gross and he’s not hanging out with me anymore! I know I told them I’m fine with them, but it fucking hurts, y’know? I know I’m not special and I’m a fucking horrible person, but I didn’t know George was that much better than me-.”

“Fred-?”

“And he’s marrying her soon, and-and she’s fucking pregnant! I know I couldn’t give her what she needed, and I couldn’t function with her, but- Am I that horrible-?”

“Freddie.” Maggie cuts in, dragging him out of the tuning in crowd and into the closest alley way she could find. It leaves them away from the crowd, and a much less overstimulating environment. “Where is this coming from?”

“I’m - I don’t know.” Fred says, and Maggie can see the tears starting to bubble up in his eyes. “I don’t - What’s wrong with me, Maggie? Why am I - What’s wrong with me?”