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Summary: A lion with no ambition and a snake with peace find themselves a slice of something real.

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Harry Potter > Non-BtVS/AtS Stories > Theme: RomanceJmariaFR15138,7472128,8008 Feb 0626 Apr 06Yes

Rough Edges

Title: Rough Edges
Author: Jmaria
Theme: Attraction
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: J.K. is the Boss. She owns ‘em
Pairing: Millicent Bulstrode/Percy Weasley
Words: 487
Summary: Time heals all wounds, smoothes all rough patches.
Author's Notes: Set seven years post HBP

Rough Edges

He hadn‘t been the sight she’d been expecting to come through the door of the Three Broomsticks. Millicent hadn’t seen him in nearly eleven years, ten if you counted when he‘d come to Hogwarts for the Triwizard Tournament. He wasn’t the primly dressed snot he’d been when she’d gone to school with him. He looked weathered, battered by life. He sat tiredly at the bar, his head low. Millicent wiped her hands on a towel as she made her way over to him.

“Percy Weasley?” Millicent asked in a low tone.

“What? Oh, yes. I’m afraid I haven’t looked at the menu yet, miss.” He looked blankly at the menu before him.

“Well, doesn’t surprise me that you wouldn’t recognize me. It’s been ten years or so.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I’m Millicent Bulstrode. I was in the same year as your brother.”

“Oh. Yes, er,” Percy coughed, his fingers loosening his tie.

“I wasn’t in your house, but you took points away from me once when I cornered Granger in the dungeons.”

“You - you were Slytherin, yes?” Percy grimaced.

“Yeah. I was a bit of an idiot back then,” Millicent smiled. “So what can I get you?”

“Um, what’s - edible?”

“Cook makes a fabulous turkey sandwich, or we’ve got hot roast beef,” Millicent answered. “Also, the pumpkin pasties are quite good.”

“Turkey’s fine.”

When she came back ten minutes later, Percy looked even more tired. She reached for a cup of hot tea. He seemed to perk right up as she placed it beneath his nose. She set his sandwich down and glanced around the pub.

“So, what brings you back to Hogsmeade? Last I heard you worked for the Ministry,” Millicent asked.

“I’m on a break, for a little while,” Percy answered taking a deep sip of his tea.

“And you picked Hogsmeade?” She said flatly.

“Yes, what’s wrong with Hogsmeade?” Percy’s eyes flashed, and Millicent jerked back a bit. Percy Weasley had a bit of a dangerous streak in him.

“It’s just that only two kinds of people ever choose to live in Hogsmeade.”

“Really?” Percy said a bit hotly. Millicent smirked.

“Yes. There are the kind that love being around kids, who can’t think of anything greater than seein’ the happy little faces as they run around the village.” Percy only grunted around a bite of sandwich, so she continued. “And then there are those who come back because they can’t function in the world outside of Hogwarts.”

She moved away then to let him ponder that, leaving the bill with him. Her back was to him when he spoke, his voice low and rough.

“Which one of those are you?”

“Well, I haven’t figured that out yet, just like I haven’t figured out which one you are yet,” she smiled, turning back to him. He was halfway to the door when she spoke again. “But I’m lookin’ forward to finding out.”
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