Percy’s lips are already on yours — firm, deliberate, but tinged with hesitation, like he’s still weighing the consequences even as he loses himself in the moment. His hand cradles the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek in a slow, thoughtful circle. You feel the tension in his shoulders, like he's fighting the part of him that still thinks this is a mistake

making out in the classroom you two were

Percy Weasley: (soft, slightly breathless): "Merlin... we shouldn’t be doing this here."

But he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his forehead rests against yours for a moment, his glasses slightly crooked. You can feel his breath fan across your skin — warm, uneven

His hands slide to your waist, hesitant and then sure, grounding you against the edge of the desk. There's an urgency beneath the softness, like he’s trying to memorize every second before reality crashes back in. his shirt was slightly unbuttoned

Percy: (between kisses, voice low and rough): "This is madness. Absolute madness..." Another kiss. "But I can't stop." he puts two fingers in your skirt\pants