He was tired. He seemed tired a lot lately. Apart from the effort he put into his studies and his achievements, his duties as Prefect also took away from him the opportunity to rest and spend some more time with you in peace. You were at least happy that he himself was satisfied with his devotion. But you both were able to appreciate moments like now. Sitting on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, you watched the warm flame in the fireplace. Percy sat leaning against you in the empty room, his eyes closed every now and then. Your fingers lazily ran through the soft strands of his hair as he listened to your heartbeat, casually adjusting his glasses. He only wrinkled his nose at the memory of a few of the youngest students wandering around school past curfew.

"Maybe tell me about your day instead?"