WISHLISTS: Everything he ever wanted, (Percy/Parvati)
Author:
charma_10
Recipient:
phil_urich
Title: Everything He Ever Wanted
Pairing: Percy/Parvati
Request: Percy Weasley/Parvati Patil - "I've been waiting for this moment all my life, but it's not quite right"
Rating: G
Word Count: 1, 260
Summary: "Everyone else is excited, and I know it's an amazing achievement. I'm twenty-eight and I'm the second highest-ranked political official in the wizarding world. I have my girls, my beautiful girls, but I don't have..."
Author's Notes: Hope this works for you,
phil_urich. I love both Percy and Parvati as characters, but I have to admit, until your request, I hadn't thought of them together. Now I can't seem to write them apart (which is difficult, because I have a Neville/Parvati table to finish!)
Instead of celebrating his appointment with his family and all of the ministry big-wigs downstairs in the Grand Ballroom, Parvati Patil found her boss in his office, downing glass after glass of Firewhisky amongst a mass of papers, books, and quills.
“It’s supposed to be your night off, Percy,” she said quietly, sitting on the desk. “Everyone is downstairs celebrating your work and dedication, and you’re up here working. The girls were looking for you before.” At her mention of his daughters, Percy put his glass down and looked up.
“Where are they now?” he asked and Parvati smiled to herself when, at the mention of his four-year old twins, Molly and Lucy, the normally straight and business-like face of Percy Weasley, the new Deputy Minister of Magic, lit up as though he was a child sitting in a pile of Christmas presents.
“When I left them to come up here, Molly was fast asleep in Ron’s lap, and Lucy was chasing Fred around, threatening to turn his toy car into a teddy bear,” Parvati replied. “I’m going to take them home and put them to bed in a bit.” Percy nodded and leant back in his chair, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. He did it often, and Parvati found it hard not to stare at his eyes or the way his red hair glinted in the candlelight. Padma and Lavender had told her she was setting herself up for a fall, but whenever she thought about quitting, she took one look at him, or Molly and Lucy, and she knew she couldn’t.
“How long do you think I have to make an appearance for at the party?” he asked resignedly, straightening his glasses and robes, then looking up at her, waiting for her answer. Parvati was confused and knew that she failed to hide it as her expression changed.
“I thought this was what you wanted, what you’d been working for,” she said, frowning. “Isn’t this what the late nights and hiring me on as a live-in nanny to the girls was for?” Percy stood up and walked across the room, away from her. With his back to her, he spoke.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, but it’s not quite right. Everyone else is excited, and I know it’s an amazing achievement. I’m twenty-eight and I’m the second highest-ranked political official in the Wizarding World. I have my girls, my beautiful girls, but I don’t have...” he trailed off, and he sounded sad. Parvati understood.
“You don’t have Audrey,” she said, finishing his sentence for him.
“Have you ever wanted someone who’s so unattainable, with only the hope of a small, irrational chance holding you together, yet you can’t stay away? I feel so guilty all the time that Molly and Lucy don’t have their mum anymore, but it’s all I can think about a lot of the time. The guilt is overbearing some days. Like now. It’s agonising now.”
He sounded anxious and she could tell he was as he ran a hand through his hair. She would never say it out loud because she would never hurt him, and she’d adored Audrey the few times she’d met her, but Parvati wanted him to move on. She would never expect him to forget about his wife, not for a second was she that horrible of a person, but she wanted him to be ready to be with someone else…with her. It was becoming hard for her to be in the same room as him and not burst into tears as the pangs of loneliness drummed in her heart. But as he’d just said, he still held that hope that Audrey would walk in the door or that magic would bring her back from the grave.
“I think I know what you mean,” she whispered, biting her lip. She could feel hot tears burning in her eyes, and for a second, she mentally cursed the day that she’d accepted this job with this man. In the beginning, it had been easy; the pompous prefect and Head Boy she’d remembered from Hogwarts was someone who she respected and could work for, but she didn’t feel attached to him. Getting to know Percy Weasley, father of two and dedicated Head of Department, was a different thing. This wasn’t the man that Ron had complained about endlessly. In fact, having worked for Percy for four years, since the birth of the twins and the death of their mother, Parvati wasn’t sure Ron’s gitty sibling had ever existed. She loved him, loved everything about him, and she knew it would be her downfall if she didn’t do something about it.
“Parvati?” he asked softly, walking up beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright? You seem distracted.” She hopped off the desk and hurried towards the door.
“Percy, I can’t - I can’t do this anymore. I can’t work for you and be near you and eat dinner with you and help raise your girls anymore. Not when I feel like this. I don’t expect anything, and I’ll stay out my two weeks notice time that we agreed on in the beginning, but I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t,” she said quickly, unable to hold the words or her tears in any longer.
One last glance at him told her that he was shocked and confused, but she didn’t hang around for him to say anything. She rushed off past the other offices and to the Grand Ballroom to get her bag. She didn’t speak to anyone and she shook her head at Lavender when her best friend started to hurry across to her, a concerned expression on her face. She just wanted to leave, to get out of there before she felt even more humiliated. She’d almost reached the door when the chatter of the guests died and was almost all the way out of it when she heard his voice.
“I was talking about you,” he called from behind her, and apart from a few whispers in the crowd, there was silence. Parvati stopped in her tracks but didn’t dare turn around. Looking at him would crumble her resolve, and she wouldn’t be humiliated so soon after her heart breaking like it had just moments before.
“When I was saying that there was someone unattainable, I wasn’t talking about Audrey. I was talking about you.” He sounded closer now, only a few feet away, but she still couldn’t turn to face him, afraid of what was to come. She took a deep breath.
“Why?” she asked, her throat dry and her voice no louder than a whisper. He was right behind her now, she could feel it. Her skin was burning and she could hear his soft pants of breath. She felt him turn her around and he kissed her, right there in the hall in front of three hundred people. She pulled away and grinned at him, and he grinned back.
“You don’t like scenes,” she whispered to him, taking his hand nervously. He nodded, and as though recognising their surroundings for the first time, went bright red, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead almost instantly.
“I don’t,” he replied, clearly horrified with his display, but after a moment, he shook it off and pulled her closer to him. “Just this once,” he whispered and kissed her again, seemingly oblivious that tomorrow, he was sure to be on the cover of The Prophet.
For completely un-political reasons.
charma_10
Recipient:
phil_urich
Title: Everything He Ever Wanted
Pairing: Percy/Parvati
Request: Percy Weasley/Parvati Patil - "I've been waiting for this moment all my life, but it's not quite right"
Rating: G
Word Count: 1, 260
Summary: "Everyone else is excited, and I know it's an amazing achievement. I'm twenty-eight and I'm the second highest-ranked political official in the wizarding world. I have my girls, my beautiful girls, but I don't have..."
Author's Notes: Hope this works for you,
phil_urich. I love both Percy and Parvati as characters, but I have to admit, until your request, I hadn't thought of them together. Now I can't seem to write them apart (which is difficult, because I have a Neville/Parvati table to finish!)
Instead of celebrating his appointment with his family and all of the ministry big-wigs downstairs in the Grand Ballroom, Parvati Patil found her boss in his office, downing glass after glass of Firewhisky amongst a mass of papers, books, and quills.
“It’s supposed to be your night off, Percy,” she said quietly, sitting on the desk. “Everyone is downstairs celebrating your work and dedication, and you’re up here working. The girls were looking for you before.” At her mention of his daughters, Percy put his glass down and looked up.
“Where are they now?” he asked and Parvati smiled to herself when, at the mention of his four-year old twins, Molly and Lucy, the normally straight and business-like face of Percy Weasley, the new Deputy Minister of Magic, lit up as though he was a child sitting in a pile of Christmas presents.
“When I left them to come up here, Molly was fast asleep in Ron’s lap, and Lucy was chasing Fred around, threatening to turn his toy car into a teddy bear,” Parvati replied. “I’m going to take them home and put them to bed in a bit.” Percy nodded and leant back in his chair, rubbing his eyes under his glasses. He did it often, and Parvati found it hard not to stare at his eyes or the way his red hair glinted in the candlelight. Padma and Lavender had told her she was setting herself up for a fall, but whenever she thought about quitting, she took one look at him, or Molly and Lucy, and she knew she couldn’t.
“How long do you think I have to make an appearance for at the party?” he asked resignedly, straightening his glasses and robes, then looking up at her, waiting for her answer. Parvati was confused and knew that she failed to hide it as her expression changed.
“I thought this was what you wanted, what you’d been working for,” she said, frowning. “Isn’t this what the late nights and hiring me on as a live-in nanny to the girls was for?” Percy stood up and walked across the room, away from her. With his back to her, he spoke.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life, but it’s not quite right. Everyone else is excited, and I know it’s an amazing achievement. I’m twenty-eight and I’m the second highest-ranked political official in the Wizarding World. I have my girls, my beautiful girls, but I don’t have...” he trailed off, and he sounded sad. Parvati understood.
“You don’t have Audrey,” she said, finishing his sentence for him.
“Have you ever wanted someone who’s so unattainable, with only the hope of a small, irrational chance holding you together, yet you can’t stay away? I feel so guilty all the time that Molly and Lucy don’t have their mum anymore, but it’s all I can think about a lot of the time. The guilt is overbearing some days. Like now. It’s agonising now.”
He sounded anxious and she could tell he was as he ran a hand through his hair. She would never say it out loud because she would never hurt him, and she’d adored Audrey the few times she’d met her, but Parvati wanted him to move on. She would never expect him to forget about his wife, not for a second was she that horrible of a person, but she wanted him to be ready to be with someone else…with her. It was becoming hard for her to be in the same room as him and not burst into tears as the pangs of loneliness drummed in her heart. But as he’d just said, he still held that hope that Audrey would walk in the door or that magic would bring her back from the grave.
“I think I know what you mean,” she whispered, biting her lip. She could feel hot tears burning in her eyes, and for a second, she mentally cursed the day that she’d accepted this job with this man. In the beginning, it had been easy; the pompous prefect and Head Boy she’d remembered from Hogwarts was someone who she respected and could work for, but she didn’t feel attached to him. Getting to know Percy Weasley, father of two and dedicated Head of Department, was a different thing. This wasn’t the man that Ron had complained about endlessly. In fact, having worked for Percy for four years, since the birth of the twins and the death of their mother, Parvati wasn’t sure Ron’s gitty sibling had ever existed. She loved him, loved everything about him, and she knew it would be her downfall if she didn’t do something about it.
“Parvati?” he asked softly, walking up beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. “Are you alright? You seem distracted.” She hopped off the desk and hurried towards the door.
“Percy, I can’t - I can’t do this anymore. I can’t work for you and be near you and eat dinner with you and help raise your girls anymore. Not when I feel like this. I don’t expect anything, and I’ll stay out my two weeks notice time that we agreed on in the beginning, but I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t,” she said quickly, unable to hold the words or her tears in any longer.
One last glance at him told her that he was shocked and confused, but she didn’t hang around for him to say anything. She rushed off past the other offices and to the Grand Ballroom to get her bag. She didn’t speak to anyone and she shook her head at Lavender when her best friend started to hurry across to her, a concerned expression on her face. She just wanted to leave, to get out of there before she felt even more humiliated. She’d almost reached the door when the chatter of the guests died and was almost all the way out of it when she heard his voice.
“I was talking about you,” he called from behind her, and apart from a few whispers in the crowd, there was silence. Parvati stopped in her tracks but didn’t dare turn around. Looking at him would crumble her resolve, and she wouldn’t be humiliated so soon after her heart breaking like it had just moments before.
“When I was saying that there was someone unattainable, I wasn’t talking about Audrey. I was talking about you.” He sounded closer now, only a few feet away, but she still couldn’t turn to face him, afraid of what was to come. She took a deep breath.
“Why?” she asked, her throat dry and her voice no louder than a whisper. He was right behind her now, she could feel it. Her skin was burning and she could hear his soft pants of breath. She felt him turn her around and he kissed her, right there in the hall in front of three hundred people. She pulled away and grinned at him, and he grinned back.
“You don’t like scenes,” she whispered to him, taking his hand nervously. He nodded, and as though recognising their surroundings for the first time, went bright red, a thin sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead almost instantly.
“I don’t,” he replied, clearly horrified with his display, but after a moment, he shook it off and pulled her closer to him. “Just this once,” he whispered and kissed her again, seemingly oblivious that tomorrow, he was sure to be on the cover of The Prophet.
For completely un-political reasons.