Amit And Idris Work So Well Because Idris Needs To Be Talked Through, In Detail, Everything Ever And

Amit and Idris work so well because Idris needs to be talked through, in detail, everything ever and Amit needs to info dump at least once a day or he'll die

Everything Has Changed

Word Count: 1.4k

Percival Valley (M!MC) x Garreth Weasley

Summary: The Yule Ball is approaching, and two boys are having very platonic moments in the Room of Requirement as Percival teaches Garreht how to dance.

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"So, Percy," Garreth spoke up casually. Unfortunately, Percival knew that fake tone of voice, and knew that it heralded a question he'd been trying very hard to avoid.

"I'm not going to the Yule Ball with you," Percival replied. Garreth gasped and pressed a hand to his heart.

"Oh my darling, you wound me so," Garreth said and Percival just rolled his eyes. "Come on, please? I don't have anyone to go with. All my other friends have dates."

"Go with Idris," Percival suggested. He paused long enough to find the specific star he was looking for and mark it on his chart. He was regretting letting Garreth join him in the Room of Requirment to study. "They'd be happy to go with you and cause whatever chaos you want."

"Idris is going with Amit," Garreth said. "They asked him earlier on the way to Potions."

"Well then, that's unfortunate for you," Percival said. Garreth huffed and crossed his arms like a pouting child, even kicking his heels lightly on the floor. Percival sighed and begrudgingly put his quill down. "Have you considered that by going alone, anyone else there alone may just ask you to dance?"

"If I could dance, maybe," Garreth grumbled.

"You were begging me to go with you to the Ball and you don't even know how to dance?"

"I assumed you wouldn't know how to dance either, and then I wouldn't have to."

"Merlin's beard," Percival sighed.

He tucked away his Astronomy Chart and stood from his seat. He took off his robe and Garreth just looked at him with wide eyes like he was insane. Percival kicked his chair.

"Stand up," Percival ordered.

After another moment of bewildered staring, Garreth got to his feet. Percival waved his wand and the potions stations, herbology table, and desk in the middle of the floor shot to the walls instead. Then he closed his eyes and focused on the Room around him, specifically what he needed it to be. Sure enough, a soft symphony of piano and violin began playing from somewhere around the ceiling.

"I'm so confused," Garreth said.

"Gryffindors," Percival rolled his eyes and held out his hand. Garreth continued to just stare at it. Percy couldn't imagine why, Garreth had a habit of just snatching his hand whenever he pleased. "I'm teaching you to dance, Weasley. Give me your hand."

Garreth hesitantly took Percival's hand and Percival lifted both of their hands. He stepped closer so only a few inches separated them and placed Garreth's other hand on his waist. Garreth looked like he was about to explode or melt down into the floor as his eyes kept darting down.

"Relax, I'm sure it won't be too embarassing," Percival snickered. "I'll lead to teach you but in these positions you should be the one leading. That's what the hand on my waist is for, so you can guide me."

"Right, yeah, guide you," Garreth nodded. "Because you always listen to me."

"There's a first time for everything," Percival shrugged and put his free hand on Garreth's shoulder. "Just follow me. One foot at a time."

Percy stepped forward with his left foot and waited till Garreth stepped back with the right foot. Then to the left, then back, then to the right.

"Oh its just a box," Garreth nodded to himself. "Then that's not hard."

"You lead then, just mirror what I showed you," Percival said. Garreth nodded again and did his best to repeat what Percival had shown him, but as they tried to go to the side their feet got tangled together. Percival cursed and grabbed onto Garreth's robes as the other boy looped his arm fully around Percival's waist to hold him up.

"Maybe you should show me a few more times," Garreth chuckled sheepishly. Percival laughed and shook his head fondly. He shouldn't be surprised, honestly. He let Garreth pull him back to his feet.

"Even if you're leading you still have to follow your partner," Percival explained. "You have to know what they're doing. In reality you're following each other, rather than one or the other."

Percival lead Garreth through the steps, explaining as he went what each movement meant, where to start, and where to end. Garreth for once didn't speak, just listened with rapt attention.

"Okay, I've got it this time," Garreth decided. "My turn."

Garreth stared down at their feet as he slowly lead Percival through the steps. It was a bit awkward and janky but they had yet to trip over each other and Percival couldn't help a small proud smile as he watched Garreth carefully take each step. Garreth glanced up at him and caught the smile before Percival could fight it off and immediately a grin bloomed across his lips.

Garreth pulled Percival in closer by his waist, so close their chests would be pressed together if Percival breathed too deeply. Percival just rolled his eyes and adjusted his position so his arm was around Garreth's shoulders. The actual box step had been completely forgotten but with how Garreth was holding him Percival found he didn't care. He was perfectly happy to just let Garreth lead him wherever they danced, easily following the slightest nudges against his waist or tugs of his hand.

"This isn't proper form at all," Percival informed him.

"Yeah but this is more fun," Garreth replied. How could one person's smile be so bright? "See?"

Garreth stepped back just far enough he could lift their hands and twirl Percival around. Percival was laughing before he even realized what was happening and was still giggling when Garreth caught him and put his hand on Percy's waist again.

"Percival Valley actually having fun?" Garreth teased. "I feel like I just saw a baby unicorn."

"Who said anything about having fun?" Percival replied. "I was just caught off guard. Don't get too full yourself."

"Uh huh, definitely," Garreth smirked.

Before Percival could brace himself for whatever was going to follow that smirk, Garreth stepped one way and threw Percival the other. Garreth used their still joined hands to twirl Percival back to him, so Garreth was stood against his back with both arms around Percival's waist.

"Okay, that was smooth," Percival admitted.

"I've seen people dance before," Garreth said. He hooked his chin over Percy's shoulder to flash that grin at him again. "Just didn't know how. But I got plenty of ideas."

Him being so close made Percival's neck warm which also made his heart race. How did one person have such high body heat? Shivers traced his spine and Percival tried to push aside the feeling to focus on Garreth's words. Once he did he groaned.

"Garreth Weasley do not dip me."

"I'm gonna dip you."

Garreth spun Percival back around and dipped him, one hand holding his and the other arm securely around his waist. Percival knew he should probably be nervous but he just gave Garreth an unimpressed look.

"I'm not pulling you up until you admit you're having fun," Garreth decided.

"So it's my stubbornness versus your strength?" Percival snickered. "I know which I'd place my bets on."

Garreth groaned in such an exaggerated way it could only be described as theatrical. But he obliged and pulled Percival back up to his feet. Once he regained his balance he tried to tell himself to step back but his feet didn't move. Instead all he could think about was how Garreth had pulled him so close their noses nearly brushed. It occurred to him that the slightest tilt of his head would bring their lips together and for the slightest moment that thought played out in his head. Neither of them moved and neither of them met each other's eyes.

Then Percival remembered himself and he stepped back, busying himself with putting all the furniture pushed aside back into its proper place. Idris had put way too much care into decorating the Room for Percival to just leave things laying around willy nilly.

"Well at least you pick things up fast," Percival managed. "You're not a horrible dancer, Weasley."

"And you're not a horrible teacher," Garreth replied. "I uh, I guess I should get back to my common room. It's getting late and...stuff. I'll see you in Magic Theory in the morning?"

"Yeah," Percival nodded, still determinedly avoiding Garreth's gaze so the Gryffindor wouldn't see that Percival's face was the color of his tie. "Tell Idris I said hi."

Garreth left and Percival had to resist the urge to slam his head into a nearby wall. What the hell was that? Garreth was touchy, Percival should be used to this. It was just the dancing. It reminded him of his sister. Nostalgia. That's what it was.

But why did he feel so cold now?

I'm writing some Perceth fluff and Percival is so oblivious it's almost painful. Gee Percy, I winder why you putting Garreth's hand on your waist might make him flustered

"I didn't expect to see you again—outside of class, that is—so soon. Especially since we're meeting tonight," Damien said as he stepped off the ladder leading into and out of the Divination classroom.

Sebastian had been waiting for him at the bottom, leaning against the wall, his hair pre-tousled for the greatest effect.

"Why ever not?" Sebastian responded, looping his arm through Damien's. "We are seeing each other now, aren't we?"

Damien arched a brow as he eyed their joined arms. "In no uncertain terms, it seems."

"I wouldn't say that exactly. There are still some items left on the table for discussion." Sebastian really needed things to be cleared up. He didn't do well with uncertainty.

"Oh, you were serious about defining the terms of our relationship, then?"

"Serious as a dementor."

"I have no idea what that is," Damien said. There was a brief pause in their conversation as Damien waved at Amit who was going up the stairs on their left.

Sebastian waited—impatiently—for Damien's focus to return to him, and only him, before continuing, "They're creepy guards that stalk Azkaban, a magical prison that holds the most dangerous of criminals. Dementors feast on your soul, draining it away. Truly unsettling creatures, from what I've gathered."

"That sounds rather serious, indeed."

"Deathly." Sebastian cleared his throat. "But circling back to our 'terms' conversation..."

Damien smirked, his eyes sparkling. "Yes, yes. That's up to you, I suppose."

They had stopped walking now, alighting in front of the painting of Wendelin the Weird. Damien eased himself onto the couch. He patted the spot beside him, inviting Sebastian to join him.

Sebastian obliged, and said with a cheeky grin, "Okay then, my partner-in-crime."

"Partner-in-crime?" Damien repeated, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I thought this conversation was heading toward a more thorough definition of what our relationship entails..."

Sebastian cut in before Damien could finish his thought. "I was getting to that." He began playfully counting off on his fingers in the air. "Snogging, clever repartee, allowing me to snatch food off your plate..."

"Hold on," Damien said, swatting at Sebastian's hand. "That last one sounds a bit much."

Sebastian feigned seriousness. "That's non-negotiable."

"Hmmm," Damien replied, a contemplative expression on his face. Sebastian found himself quite charmed. Quite charmed, indeed.

"Oh, and we can't forget about you joining me in all clandestine adventures that could lead to detention. After all, detention can be quite a solitary affair."

"True, true. So, in summary, besides the obvious, my duties include food sharing, witty banter, and rescuing you from the clutches of detention-induced boredom?"

"Precisely. Quite the comprehensive list, wouldn't you say?"

Damien chuckled. "Well, I suppose I can handle those responsibilities."

"Excellent! Then I believe we have ourselves a..." Sebastian paused, a glint of mischief in his eyes, "...co-conspiratorial alliance."

"A co-conspiratorial alliance it is, partner-in-crime."

That was settled then. Sebastian leaned in and kissed him. 

[ Ch. 3 ("In No Uncertain Terms") of Heart's Pleasure First (a Sebastian & Damien One-shot Collection) ]

do me a solid and just reblog this saying what time it is where you are and what you’re thinking about in the tags.

These two screenshots together literally haunts me