Conciliation

Maggie follows Fred into the silent home, giggling when he almost trips over the lip in the door. They are hauling bags on their arms, full of gifts for the holiday only a day after tomorrow. 

“Shut up!” Fred whisper-yells, kicking the door shut quietly after she passes him. They toe-off their shoes at the door, and Fred magics them onto the huge shoe rack behind the door. Fred then passes her to lead her up the stairs, and up to his room. 

They agreed to store all of the things in his room, because no one really goes in his room. He got a lot of space after the war. 

They spend a long while organizing what they got, mainly so they could see what everyone has, but also for Maggie to supervise Fred winding down. 

Once he starts yawning and his eyelids start growing heavy, does Maggie finally call it a night. 

“Let’s get you to bed, Freddie.” 

She gets him changed and in bed quickly after, running her fingers through his hair until he falls asleep. 

She tiptoes out of the door, down the stairs one flight, and into the room she’s been sharing with Percy.

Since Maggie’s known Percy, he’s never been able to sleep in a completely dark room. It probably has something to do with the war, but Percy hasn’t talked about it. 

In the corner of the room, there is a stained glass shaded lamp that basks the room in a deep caramel color. 

Percy is a sight to behold, laying on his side facing away from the door. His hip is propped up alluringly, accentuating the slimness of his waist. It causes Maggie to shut the door firmly behind her, locking it, and muttering some sound proofing spells. 

He’s only dressed in tight fitting boxers and a loose tee-shirt that has been pushed up to under his chest in his tossing and turning. 

“Dear God, Percy.” Maggie hisses under her breath, reaching down to shove her sweatpants off. She pulls her hoodie over her head, leaving her in just her undergarments and socks. 

She advances on the bed, pulling her socks off and almost falling on top of Percy in her haste. 

She curses herself quietly for almost ruining this experience, and slowly slides into bed behind Percy. She cuddles against his back, smiling when he pushes backwards to press against her in his sleep. 

Maggie runs her fingers over his shoulder, and down his arm, before tracing them back up his arm and down his side. She slides her fingers around his hip and towards his upper stomach, before sliding them down his belly with an almost snail's pace. 

Percy lets out a small huff, and pushes his hips back into hers softly. Maggie meets his ass with her hips, pushing them into a slow grind as her fingers make contact with the hem on his boxers. 

Maggie worms her fingers into his boxer, and slides the small distance to wrap her fingers around his soft cock. 

Percy takes in a deep breath through his nose suddenly, his hips grinding forward into her hand.

The slide of her hand is rough and it’s not easy to pump his cock without lubricant, but nothing beats feeling him come alive under her fingers. 

Percy lets out a noise, akin to a whimper, and grinds his hips backwards and then forwards. He is in a slow rhythm of shimmying his hips back and forth, seemingly unable to figure out which direction he likes better. 

Maggie makes use of her lips, kissing up and down his exposed neck. He’s still asleep, obvious from his lazily grind of his hips, but that doesn’t mean he’s not noisy. 

Percy is letting out whimpers and whines, low huffs and moans. Maggie finally reaches down and pushes Percy’s boxers down his legs. They only get above his knees, but it gets Maggie the access she needs. 

She swipes her hand over the head of his cock, and the precum lubes up her hand enough for her to comfortably slide her hand up and down his cock. 

Percy lets out a broken whine, his hips bucking forward harshly each time her thumb rubs over the head of his cock. Maggie slides her other hand across his lower belly, before sliding it past his cock to fondle his balls. 

She knows he’s close when his grinds pick up to an almost inhuman speed, his mouth falling open with various whines and cries. Just as he starts to shake wildly, undoubtedly falling apart, he seems to gain consciousness. 

“Ma’am-Fuck-Ma’am-ah-!” Percy loses his rhythm quickly, instead trashing and writhing as he comes all over his belly. The large load settles near his belly button, his body shaking from the intense orgasm, before dripping down his belly and onto the sheets. 

“So good, Puppy.” Maggie coos into his ear, only giving him a moment to rest before her hand starts to move again. “You sound so pretty.” 

“Ma’am, please-please-.” Percy cries, trying to shift away from her hand. “‘m sensitive-please-!” 

Maggie manhandles Percy onto his back, propping him up on the pillows, accessing his face for any hidden signals. He shows no signs of being uncomfortable, and when he reaches down to squeeze her bicep assuringly she knows he’s okay. Maggie drags his boxers all the way off, throwing them over her shoulder and shoving his knees back into the bed. 

She pushes between his thighs, dropping down on her belly on the bed, and forces eye contact with him. He isn’t able to make another noise or movement, before Maggie slides her tongue over the head of his cock. 

Percy nearly shrieks, pushing his head back into the pillow and throwing a hand up to cover his mouth. Maggie watches as his eyes fill with tears and he struggles to keep his hips pressed back against the bed, his eyes focused on where her tongue is meeting the head of his cock. 

Just as she presses her tongue against the slit of his cock, Percy is jamming his hips up and shooting ropes of cum onto her tongue and face. 

“‘m sorry, Ma’am!” Percy cries, his hips still rocking with the force of thrusts. “‘m sorry!” 

Maggie snickers as he desperately tries to calm down, seemingly unable to stop the movement of his hips. 

Sure, Maggie’s not a huge fan of cum on her face, but she’s a huge fan of Percy losing control of himself. 

Maggie mutters her least favorite spell, and feels herself stretch and slick farther than she already is. She shoves herself up onto her knees, and shimmies forward until her thighs are pressed against his. 

She reaches down and positions his cock, leaning up and sinking down on his softening cock. 

“No! Ma’am, No-I’m sensitive-!” Percy wails, throwing one hand up to grip the wooden headboard to brace himself and the other gripes the pillow beside his head. 

Maggie ignores him, lifting herself up and sinking down once again. Percy sobs, fat tears pouring down his cheeks, attempting to push his hips down into the bed away from her. 

“I can’t-! No more-!” Percy whines, and from this position it looks like Maggie’s the one fucking him. With each thrust of her hips, he pushes a bit farther up the bed. “Ma’am, I can’t-.” 

Maggie huffs out a laugh, reaching down to pull Percy up to attach their lips. Percy whimpers into her mouth, his hips moving shallowing into her thrusts. 

Maggie starts to bounce firmly on his cock, smiling against his mouth at the continuous noises he’s letting out. She has to pull away for them to breathe, but just enough that their lips still brush against one another’s. 

“Such a good boy, Puppy.” Maggie coos, she grips under his knees and pulls them up enough that she use them as leverage to fuck him. “Do you feel good, Baby?” 

“Feel so good.” Percy cries, his hips jumping against her suddenly. He seems to have got over his overstimulation and decided fucking her felt good again. “Ma’am, please, please, more-!” 

Maggie drops her body down onto his, curling her left hand around the back of his neck and pulling him into a deep kiss. Percy’s hands move to gasp at her back and neck, really any part of her that he can reach.

“Percy.” Maggie breathes, pulling back to connect their eyes. He looks up at her through hazy, pleasure-filled eyes. “Marry me?” 

Percy’s eyes shoot open farther, stilling against her, a loud noise leaving him. 

“What?” Percy breathes, staring up at her. 

“Marry me?” Maggie asks, smiling down at him. Percy stares at her for all of a few moments, before diving forward and pulling her into a tight hug. 

“Yes! Yes, Of Course!” Percy cries, and when he pulls away, he has tears pouring down his face for a much other reason. 

Magie grins down at him, leaning forward to press kisses all over his face. She holds him as he cries, his hands moving to gasp at her as tightly as he can. 

“I love you so much.” Percy says through tears, once again kissing her. 

“I don’t have a ring yet. Fred and I, we couldn’t find one to match you. But, your dad said I could marry you, and I’ve been dying to ask-.” 

Percy cuts her off with, once again, a kiss. 

“You beat me.” Percy laughs, “I was trying to find a way to ask, and you beat me.”

Percy laughs, running his fingers up and down her back, pressing their foreheads together. 

“You asked me while we were fucking, you dork.” Percy laughs, pressing a kiss to the side of her face. 

“I love you too.” Maggie smiles, pressing her face into his lips. “Want to finish up?” 

Percy makes a quick move, shoving her over and into the bed on her back. He drops down on top of her, shoving their lips together and grinding back into her. 

-

The house is much more full the next morning when they head down for breakfast. 

Aside from the Weasley’s, many more join for the holiday, both Christmas Eve and Christmas Day according to Bill who they meet on the stairs down to the kitchen. 

Sirius Black is speaking to the acting Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and an older woman with dark hair. 

Remus Lupin is speaking to Nymphadora Tonks-Lupin, a bouncing young boy in his arms, and Harry. 

Fred is standing with a man that is as wide as a house and almost touching the ceiling, who has massively long and fluffy hair, as well as a similarly aged boy with dark skin and curly hair, as well as a man with dark brown hair and a Puddlemere United jumper. 

Percy gasps excitedly, catching the room's attention, meaning they are looking at them. 

“Maggie!” Fred says suddenly, and Maggie sees terror and anxiety in his eyes. “Can you come help me in the garden?” 

The garden? Maggie wants to say, it’s the middle of winter!, but she just nods as Percy hurries down the stairs. 

“Oliver!” Percy cheers, and Maggie’s gaze shoots back up to Fred. Now she understands why he’s terrified, and bounds down the stairs and towards Fred. 

“Let’s go, Darling.” Maggie says quietly, sliding his arm under hers and pulling him towards the back door.