Fic: Sexetera, Ad infinitum, Percy/Harry, PART TWO
Day 629

Percy woke the next day unsure of what to do. The jig was up, he wasn't alone anymore, and he could hardly go back to shagging around with Harry… watching. But he was still stuck, so that left him, once again, with nothing to do.

So he went to work as usual. He made himself a coffee, got behind his desk – boy, did it feel weird to sit behind the old girl again – and waited. Waited for something to happen. For something to do. Because he sure as hell was never again wasting him time on reports that would never be filed or read or remembered.

A clock ticked idly in the background, and Kingsley shuffled some papers from within his office. Percy couldn't help remembering all the stuff they'd got up to – what was it now? A year ago? A year ago to him, nothing to everyone else.

He thought about Draco Malfoy, who was probably stepping into the lift just now, heading down to Accounts Payable, grumbling to himself about his lot in life. Percy's cock throbbed from a phantom blow job of a long time ago.

He thought about the blokes in the Department of Magical Games and Sports, discussing last night's match and how it would effect their Fantasy League standings, instead of working on arrangements for the Quidditch Regionals. An image of being sandwiched between two eager young boys flashed in Percy's head. His trousers grew tight in the crotch.

He thought about Terry Boot, who was probably sat behind his desk, as Percy was, daydreaming about some bloke's arse instead of his girlfriend's. They all did the same thing every day, because it was still the same bloody day.

Everyone except for Percy and Harry Potter.

Harry. He wondered if Harry had bothered to come in at all. Last night, he'd said he had taken up travelling. Why the hell hadn't Percy thought of that? The only travelling he'd done this entire time was that which brought him closer to a conquest. Finland for Krum, Romania for Charlie, assorted other European countries for the Quidditch players.

Harry had probably seen the world by now – Russia, China, America, Australia, Brazil, South Africa… South Africa must be ace – Percy had always wanted to go there. Perhaps he and Harry could pop on down there together. Not that Harry would want to go with him. Where he surely once had thought Percy was a boring old tosser with a mighty stick up his arse, he probably now thought of him as a complete nutter who liked having other men's cocks stuck up his arse. Percy wasn't sure which was better.

A cough from the doorway snapped Percy out of his thoughts. He looked up to find Harry standing there, leaning against the doorframe. His insides twisted up in what Percy belatedly realised was apprehension – something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"Morning," Harry said cordially. "Surprised to see you here."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Thought you said work was pointless. I reckoned you'd be off shagging someone, or something."

"Then why'd you come looking for me here?"

Harry shrugged. "Dunno. Thought it would be worth a try." He tapped his foot and took in Percy's surroundings. "Last time I was here, you weren't. Kingsley said you must be sick or something. I hadn't even thought-" He shook his head. "Un-bloody-believable."

"When was that?" Percy asked.

"Dunno – a year ago? Year and a half? Back when I was still trying to solve this thing. But no matter how many times I explained it to Kingsley, or Hermione, or the Auror team, they never had any answers and they never remembered the next day. Though Hermione did try to get in some research, once I'd convinced her I wasn't completely insane."

"You think it's Dark magic?"

"What else would it be?" Harry seemed genuinely puzzled that he could think otherwise.

"An evil twist of fate? Karma?"

Harry frowned, then seemed to study him a minute, thoughtful.

"You really tried to kill yourself?"

Percy nodded. "Yep. Many times. Always woke up the next day, cosy in my bed like every day before it. After that, I got kind of… reckless."

A sudden grunt of a laugh escaped Harry's lips, and he ambled forward, falling into a chair and shifting gears.

"I'll say! Aren't you afraid it'll end suddenly and this lot will remember everything you did?"

"Nope. At this point, I'm pretty sure I'll stay like this until I die of old age. If I can die of old age. I can't even tell if I'm ageing, or if I'm stuck in… stasis. Doomed for eternity, young but alone."

Harry eyed him in both amusement and abject horror. "How is it that you and I've taken things so differently? I wouldn't have expected…" He gestured at Percy. "This." Waiting a beat, he added, "And you're not alone. If we're stuck for eternity, we're stuck with each other."

Percy was at a loss for words. Was Harry offering… companionship? His statement certainly sounded… loaded. Squirming uncomfortably in his seat -- why was his cock on bloody auto-pilot? – he smiled wanly.

"So!" Harry jumped up. "What do you think about skiving off, and going to the cinema with me? There's this great film playing at the Vue in Leicester Square – no one's really at the 1 p.m. showing, and I haven't seen it in a few months. And there's a really fit American bloke in it, if you need that kind of incentive…"

"Hey! I am not some sex obsessed cretin!"

Harry's look said Oh, really?. Percy rolled his eyes.

"Fine, let's go."


Days 630 through 720

The film, as it turned out, really wasn't half bad, and over the next few weeks, Harry made sure Percy saw every other half-decent cinema offering, after which they moved on to the theatre. They went to a multitude of London restaurants, including incredibly posh places Percy wouldn't have dared set foot in it he hadn't known he had a never-ending (or daily replenishing, more like) supply of money and a ready dinner companion. Percy had always been pretty clueless about Muggle culture, despite his dad's obsession with it, and he was surprised to find he quite enjoyed it. Perhaps this would have been a good use of his time instead of all the sex.

Though, no, he really had enjoyed the sex. But he didn't miss it now, spending every day with Harry that, a realisation crept up on him. It was like they were… dating.

Percy shook the thought off.

Harry never asked about Percy's sexual exploits over the past two years. They shared many long conversations about what it felt like to die, and which was worse – being dead, or being alone, forever, but the sex never came up.

Now that he had someone else to, for lack of a better word, play with, Percy spent much of his unlimited time taking Harry in. While it may have seemed like Percy had been the one to go off the deep-end in this whole situation, careful study of Harry revealed that he wasn't coping as well as he purported to be. Percy could see the cracks, where he had been a hair's breadth from the edge of despair, if the way he was throwing himself into his friendship with Percy was anything to go by. Only someone terrified of being alone could be so eager.

And Harry never drank anything more than a measure of alcohol – one beer, one shot, one glass of wine. Never more. Percy wondered why, but with his tact and inhibitions slowly settling back into place, he decided it was best not to ask.


Day 726

Harry had had his one glass of wine at dinner that night, and now they were back at Percy's flat. Would that he were bringing him back here for a shag, but, alas – Harry didn't seem interested, despite their spending the better part of three months together. Percy hadn't had sex in that time, hardly that long a period compared to the year long lengths of time he had been celibate before the time loop, but after a year straight of daily shagging, it was excruciating. And it didn't help that, were Percy to make another list, Harry would be at the top of it.

No, Harry would be the only one on it, more like.

Percy knew it was him desperately clinging to the only other person caught up in this existence, but he couldn't help it.

The object for tonight was an experiment. It had been Harry's idea – they would both stay awake all night, to see whether being awake at the moment the clock reset itself would do anything, or at least to see what it felt like.

"What do you think will happen?" Percy asked, leaving Harry sitting on the couch in the living room whilst he went into the kitchen to make them both a coffee.

"Dunno. Maybe we'll feel something like it feels like Apparition. Maybe we'll break the cycle."

"I've tried to stay up before, but I never made it," Percy said, pouring the boiling water into two cups, the instant granules turning the water a dark brown. He carried the steaming mugs into the living room, where Harry sat on the couch, thumbing through an old (or recent, depending on how you looked at it) copy of The Quibbler.

"I wouldn't have pegged you for a Quibbler reader."

Percy shrugged, placing Harry's mug in front of him. "Mum got me that subscription. Thought I needed some lighter reading around the flat."

"Hmmm," Harry hummed, immediately picking up his coffee and bringing it to his lips. He hissed, and then placed it back down on the table. "No coaster?" he asked, eyebrow precariously raised.

Grinning, Percy replied, "I live on the edge now," and Harry snorted with laughter. Percy sat in the facing armchair and blew on his own coffee to cool it down enough to drink. No use having a burnt tongue for the next six hours.

Harry's laughter faded to a knowing smirk. "So, why sex, then? And who exactly did you sleep with?"

Percy's heart began thumping violently in his chest, and he took a hurried sip of coffee, scalding be damned. "I thought we didn't talk about that," Percy mumbled around the rim of his mug.

"We haven't, but… I'm curious, is all."

"It was no big deal. There were… just a few, you know. Nothing to write home about."

"So you just started on gangbangs, then?"

"I told you, it wasn't a gangbang, more of a-"

"Fuckfest, yeah, I know. How many?"

"I—" Percy started, taking a fortifying slug of coffee and grimacing. It was missing something. "I need a lot more alcohol if I'm going to talk about this," he concluded, finally.

"I'll join you," came the reply.

If Harry noticed Percy's surprised expression, he ignored it. He merely grinned up at Percy as he got up to go to the liquor cabinet and said, "Whatever you think goes best with coffee to start, eh?"

+

The last person Percy had expected to be sharing his bottle of Ogden's with was Harry. But here it was, coming in handy, again, as they toasted London, the Ministry, life and the same fucking Thursday over and over again.

And the reason Harry didn't drink, apparently, is that he devolved rather quickly into a giggling, sex-obsessed bundle of curiosity. And the topic of the evening was 'people Percy had had sex with, how many times and whether or not they were any good.'

"Who was the biggest you had?" Harry hiccoughed, idly swirling his Firewhisky round and round at the bottom of his glass. Percy's eyes caught on the undulating rush of amber liquid and he stared, transfixed for a moment. He shouldn't be telling Harry anything, but the alcohol had gone to his head, and quickly.

"You sure you want to know?"

"Yes!" Harry stopped his hand's movement and the Firewhisky came to a halt, snapping Percy out of his daze. "Who?"

Percy blinked, took a heavy drink of his glass and said as he gulped it down, "Snape."

"Ugh! That's… disgusting!"

"Told you," Percy gasped, the alcohol leading a burning trail down his esophagus.

"The smallest?" Harry pressed on, and Percy gave up on the idea that he would keep mum about everything. Really, he'd been dying to share this information with someone, so why not Harry?

"Terry Boot. Just… unfortunate. No wonder he fakes it with Susan."

"Don’t be mean," Harry chided, though the grin tugging at the corners of his mouth belied his true amusement.

Percy shrugged. "S's true."

"Okay… the worst?"

"Zacharias Smith."

Harry doubled over in a fit of giggles. Percy took him in, cheeks and lips flushed a deep scarlet, eyes both glassy and bright at the same time. He was gorgeous, and Percy felt his own cheeks heat.

Clearing his throat, Percy laughed stiffly, adding, "No technique, that one."

Harry completely missed the awkwardness of Percy's tone and merely shot him a self-satisfied grin and moved on. "The best?"

"That… I can't say. Everyone was different."

"Okay… the kinkiest."

Percy took a deep breath, followed by another slug of whiskey before revealing his answer. "Charlie. Definitely."

Harry nearly fell over, though it wasn't exactly that hard, considering they'd finished nearly half the bottle, plus a snifter of brandy, earlier. "Wait… Charlie? Please tell me you don't mean…"

"I'm afraid I do." Percy gulped down another burning shot.

"Percy!"

"I went crazy! I told you!"

Oh, God, now he'd really done it. Harry thought he was a total pervert. He knew he shouldn't have said anything, no one was going to understand--

"That's really awful," continued Harry, driving the final nail into Percy's coffin. "Though…"

Or not. Percy perked up, just slightly.

"Yes?"

"I always fancied him."

Inside, Percy jumped for joy, but he managed to contain himself outwardly, and merely raised an eyebrow at Harry.

"You could go visit him, you know. He's up for it, trust me. If I could get him into bed with just a bottle of Ogden's, I don't think you'd have any problem, and could probably do it with him sober."

"Oh, no, I—" Harry flushed redder, if that was possible. "That's not a good idea," he finished, eyes darting over to Percy's bookshelves, which he suddenly found fascinating, apparently.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I keep forgetting… I know that you're not… that way."

Okay, he didn't actually know that, and some logical part of his brain was trying to tell him something important, he was sure, but it sounded like the right thing to say.

"Uh, huh," mumbled Harry, finishing off his glass of whisky with one gulp and pouring himself another one. "So, um…" He fiddled with the cap of the Ogden's bottle, refusing to meet Percy's eyes as he asked, "was there anyone you were with that you were tempted to stay with? You know, to go back to day after day?"

Percy tried to think, though the alcohol was severely impairing his brain function, and names were failing him. All he could think to say was 'yes, you,' but that didn't really answer the question, given that Harry wasn't an option. For one, they hadn't slept together, and two, it was hardly a question of temptation. Percy was already there, spending every day with Harry, and, for the first time finding himself rather happy with the notion that this would go on forever, every day; Thursday with Harry, over and over again. He finished off his own drink.

"Nope, no one," he said, resolutely smacking his empty glass down on the table.

He couldn't tell whether Harry looked relieved or disappointed.


Day 727

The experiment failed. One minute it was gone five, Harry and Percy lounging on Percy's bed, discussing the merits of their respective Fantasy Quidditch League teams, and the next Percy was waking up, alone, at the start of the same bloody Thursday. He hadn't even remembered nodding off. Perhaps the alcohol had been a bad idea…

Alcohol. What had they talked about? Oh, Jesus, Percy had regaled Harry with nearly every detail of his sexual exploits. Percy groaned as he fixed himself his morning tea, adding a second tea bag for good measure, and decided that perhaps was a day to skip work. He wasn't hung over, since his physical body always reset itself at the start of each day, yet he felt like crap, given he was sure Harry would want nothing to do with him today. It was one thing to think that Percy was a slut, but quite another to know it, backed up with names and details and, dear God, numbers.

And wasn't there something Harry had said, something that Percy was supposed to remember? He sat at his kitchen table, searching his mind for the answer. It was before they'd moved to his bedroom, he was sure, and Percy distinctly remembered feeling embarrassed, and then thinking something Harry had said was odd.

Was it about… Charlie? Charlie, Charlie… Harry fancied Charlie!

Wait. Harry fancied Charlie.

A man.

Harry fancied men? How did Percy miss this? Was last night… was Harry trying to start something? Did Percy totally miss an opportunity to have sex? Or, wait, was Harry saying he liked men but not Percy? Percy was confused.

Glancing over at the clock, Percy wondered if it was too early to start drinking.

+

His tea had long gone cold, left abandoned on the kitchen table, and Percy; well, Percy was in his bedroom, wanking. He'd never been particularly over-zealous in the self-love department before, but since getting used to daily shags, he'd found himself needing two or three wanks a day to keep himself from running out, finding the nearest man and begging to be fucked up against a wall. And just the thought that Harry liked men, the image of Charlie fucking Harry, of Percy fucking Harry… well, his morning tea had become a moot point.

He was in his bedroom now, on his bed, leaning back on his haunches, stroking his proudly jutting cock to hardness. On the upstroke, he swirled his thumb around the sensitive head of his cock, biting his lower lip to stifle his groan. It was funny how a little interaction with Harry had brought Percy back to his old, conservative ways. Percy chuckled and corrected himself, now moaning liberally as he slid his foreskin up and down, then squirted a healthy dollop of lube onto the fore and middle fingers of his other hand. Switching to a lazy stroke on his cock, he leaned forward and probed at his arse with his fingers.

He grunted as his one finger pushed through, bracing through the momentary pain, then broke into a grin as, with a bit of manoeuvring, he sparked against his prostate. His efforts were cut short, however, by a loud rapping at his front door.

"Bugger!" he exclaimed, stopping his fingers mid-thrust, dropping his hand from his cock. He winced as he pulled his fingers from his arse, then crudely wiped them on the bedspread. Hopping up as the rapping continued, he summoned his dressing gown and slipped it on. Percy swung the door open, determined to be as miserable as possible to whomever was disturbing him.

It was Harry, of course, and he greeted him with an awkward smile, as he looked Percy up and down and took in his appearance.

"Sorry that I, err, disturbed you. Showering?" Even though he said it, his expression – and the flush to his cheeks – expressed his doubt. Percy realised he was probably flushed and sweaty, and likely smelled like sex. Harry coughed, not-so-subtly trying to peer past Percy into the flat. "Or…with someone?"

"Oh! No. No, it's just me. I wasn't expecting you… or anyone. Come in?"

Percy wiped his hands instinctively against the soft material of his robe, realising belatedly that he was still hard, and checked on the sly as Harry stepped through the doorway that he wasn't poking through. Thankfully, he wasn't.

"You didn't think I was coming?" Harry said as he removed his coat and dropped it over the back of a chair. "We go out every day."

"Yes, I realise." Percy ran his fingers through his hair nervously, then tightened the tie of his robe compulsively, willing his erection to go down. "But after last night, thought you might want to sleep it off."

"We don't get hung over, Percy." Harry's tone was light, but sceptical.

"Do you want some tea?" Percy changed the subject.

"No, I'm fine." Harry plopped down on the couch and picked up the same old copy of The Quibbler, thumbing through it. "So… fancy going to the cinema? Something else? We could go to Germany again, grab a beer."

"I'm not really up for travel today," Percy answered honestly. He really wanted to finish his wank, and as lovely as it was having Harry here, he only served as a painful reminder of why Percy was hard in the first place, and not going down in the slightest. He arranged himself carefully in the armchair, crossing one leg over the other and patting down the fabric to hide his jutting cock.

After rifling through the magazine for another minute, Harry gave up, dropping it down on the table and turning to Percy, a determined expression on his face.

"Percy, were you wanking?"

"I… would prefer not to answer that," Percy stuttered, flushing.

"It's totally okay if you were! I just was wondering, is all."

"I…" Percy drifted off, mentally weighing the pros and cons of being honest. All blokes wanked, and it was rather obvious... He cleared his throat. "All right; yes. Yes, I was."

"Oh. Okay. I should, um, go then." Harry moved to get up, but Percy reached over and touched his arm gently, stopping him.

"No, stay. I can go get changed. The cinema sounds fine."

Percy smiled, trying to catch Harry's eye, but saw that it was focused elsewhere. At his crotch, specifically. Percy looked down and saw that the flaps of his robes had fallen apart, and there was his cock, straining happily in Harry's direction.

"Oh, dear!" Percy jerked back, covering himself hastily. Harry looked away. "I am so sorry, Harry," Percy apologised, cursing inwardly. He received just a curt nod in return, as Harry stared at a fixed point on the wall, but not at him. Percy eventually thought to look down, and saw the problem. Harry had an erection, as well.

"Um, Harry?" Percy began uncertainly. "Are you… gay?"

"Maybe?"

A laugh escaped Percy's chest before he could stop himself, and Harry's eyes flew open, a look of abject horror and hurt on his face.

"Sorry! I'm not laughing at you, Harry," Percy rushed to reassure him. "Just… we've been stuck here together this whole time, and you're gay and you're hard right now, after seeing me… and I, just… it's kind of hilarious. And I may or may not be crazy. So." Percy laughed some more.

Now Harry was looking at him as if he was crazy.

"I fancy you, you idiot!" Percy blurted out, another giggle bubbling up, as he realised that it absolutely terrified him to admit it, while feeling wholly liberating at the same time. Harry appeared taken aback, flabbergasted by his admission, and Percy thought he looked adorable.

"You do?"

"Yes! Obviously. How could I not? You're… Merlin, Harry. Everyone wants to shag you. Had I known you were so inclined, I wouldn't have bothered with anyone else."

"You would give up all the sex you've had? Really?"

"Well, okay, no. Some of it was really fun. Especially Kingsley. And Oliver. Well, and the professors. Role play is more fun than you'd think, and--" Percy cut himself off as Harry sent him a scathing look. Percy smiled and switched tacks. "But having someone around all this time who would wake up the next morning and remember everything we'd done the day before? I would have given anything for that, some days. It's why I'm so glad you're here now. It got pretty lonely, even when I was with people every day."

"Yeah, I know what you mean. I was nearing the end of my tether, before. I thought I had finally cracked up and was hallucinating, when I saw you getting my team drunk and begging them to fuck you. It was very… surreal."

"Oh?"

"Yeah… it was like one of my porn videos come to life. And that it was you doing it…"

"That's still very embarrassing, you know. I would never have done any of the things I did if I'd known anyone would remember."

"I still think you're barmy for taking that risk. This could end at any time! What would you have done if things just started back up again, right after your night with my team?"

"Quit my job and moved to a foreign country?"

Harry laughed. "Sounds like a plan. Though do you speak any other languages? I imagine it would be hard to move to, say, China or something."

"I know a few key phrases in German, Bulgarian and Russian."

"Oh? Like what?"

Percy replied without thinking. "Fick mich."

"Huh?"

"Um, don’t ask." Percy blushed – he really shouldn't have said that, even if Harry didn't know what it mean.

"No – what does it mean?"

"Fuck me," Percy mumbled.

"I…" Harry seemed at a loss for words, then finally he said, "Okay."

"Sorry, what?"

"Okay. I'll, um, do that."

"Oh! I didn't mean it as an invitation or anything."

"Oh," Harry said in a small, wounded voice.

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that!" Percy backtracked. "It was just something Viktor Krum taught me, and it popped in my mind, but, I mean, I really would like that, especially if you'd like to… and, um, yeah." Percy gave up trying to put things into logical strings of words, because Harry was looking increasingly confused. So he leaned forward, grabbing hold of Harry's shirt and pulling him close. Their glasses clacked together, as did their teeth, but it was the thought that counted, and Percy thought the message got across rather well as Harry kissed him back.

Then Harry moaned, gathering up two handfuls of Percy's dressing gown in his hands and yanking Percy across the space between their two chairs, and he ended up sprawled inelegantly across Harry, half on, half off the couch. Harry, displaying a surprising amount of upper body strength, heaved Percy up until they were lying back against the cushions, rubbing against each other, kissing all the while. Jesus, Harry moved fast. Which got Percy thinking. Reluctantly, he pulled away from Harry, bracing himself on his elbows and peering down.

"Harry -- have you done this before? With men, I mean?"

"Um, yeah." Harry flushed a bright red. "I got drunk back at the start of this, and kind of slept with Ernie. It was the first clue that I was into men, really. And that I should never drink that much."

"Ha! That's why you don’t drink. I'd wondered…"

"Yeah. I didn't trust myself. I don't trust myself, still. Last night, it was so hard not too…" Harry trailed off, his eyes wandering down to Percy's cock, which lay trapped between their two stomachs. The fingers of one hand twitched as Harry, perhaps subconsciously, reached for it. Percy closed the distance, grabbing Harry's hand and placing it on his cock, causing them both to draw in hitched breaths.

"I wish you had, last night," Percy moaned as Harry experimented with a quick jerking movement. "I wanted you to, but I wasn't sure… didn't want to screw this up."

"Me neither. But to hear all about all the men you were with… God, that got me hot. I'd been avoiding even thinking about you with other men, but that was just it. I had to come over today, had to ask if you were interested…"

"I am!"

"I can tell." Harry gave Percy's cock a particularly sharp tug, and Percy hissed.

"God, want to fuck now," Percy said through gritted teeth, swivelling his hips purposefully to grind down on Harry's erection.

"Did you always have such a dirty mouth, or was it all the sex that did it?" Harry asked, breath hitching.

"Always thought this stuff, never said it out loud before."

"That's… just…" Harry trailed off, then threw his head back as Percy sped up the rhythm of his hips and they frotted against each other. "Please, let's go… do it. Else I'm gonna come soon."

"That's all right – we have all day. And every day after that," Percy chuckled.

"No, really – now, please."

Harry was so cute, looking up at Percy beseechingly, and Percy reluctantly gave in, plucking his wand up from the coffee table and summoning lube from his bedroom, then removing both his and Harry's glasses and placing them on top of a stack of Quibblers.

"I'm, um, already kind of prepared," Percy said, "so maybe I should bottom? Is that okay?" Percy let his dressing gown fall from his shoulders, tossing it on to the floor. Harry nodded vigorously, already scooching himself up and back a bit so they were more comfortably positioned on the couch.

Percy moved so he was straddling Harry, the tip of Harry's cock now resting against Percy's tailbone. Pretty much picking up where he was before Harry had showed up, Percy probed at his arsehole with two lubed fingers, sighing as they slowly sank inside. It was a perfunctory manoeuvre, however, and in the next minute, he withdrew his fingers, reaching behind him to grab Harry's cock and position it at his entrance. Harry let out a strangled gasp as Percy slowly lowered himself down, inch by inch.

Percy could feel his body's resistance; it had been so long since he'd done this. Harry certainly seemed to enjoy how tight Percy was, and with a sudden, jerky spasm of Harry's hips, Percy was completely impaled. With a great 'oof,' he expelled all the air in his lungs, flopping like a ragdoll down over Harry's chest.

"Oh, Christ – I'm so sorry!" Harry made haste to pull out, but Percy gripped his sides and ground down with his hips, stopping him.

"No, no, it's okay. Go ahead – I'm fine," Percy reassured him, catching his breath.

And he was. Once Harry got over the idea that Percy wasn't going to break – a gentle reminder that he'd slept his way through the entire Quidditch League helped – he dropped the shy violet routine and began fucking Percy in earnest. Now, Percy had meant it when he said he couldn't pick any one sex partner he'd had as the "best," but all things considered, Harry being someone in whom he was emotionally invested, had wanted for months now and seemed so… off limits in so many ways, Harry was, by far, the best shag Percy had ever had.

They spent the rest of the day, into the evening, shagging in every position and location imaginable, of course. And while Harry was certainly never going to top being, well, Percy's brother in terms of kink factor, he was shaping up to be the second kinkiest person Percy had ever or would ever sleep with. Percy began to look forward to an eternity of same-Thursdays trying everything out with Harry, who certainly seemed game, if trying to get Percy to fuck five times in a row was any hint. When Percy tried to explain that he was four years older, one hell of a lot closer to thirty than he was, and therefore was simply not up for it, Harry scoffed at him, dropped right to his knees and proceeded to do the naughtiest thing with his tongue to Percy's arse. Best shag, indeed.


Day 728

Someone was snoring. Percy rolled over, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and trying to block out the sound with the other. This was why he never did so well with the relationship and sharing space thing – nothing irked Percy more than incongruous sleeping habits. Especially snoring. Which really was--

Wait a second. There was someone snoring. In Percy's bed. In the morning. After last night. He had awoken every day for the last two years by himself, because he had awoken by himself on the first morning of the time loop, which had to mean…

"HARRY! WAKE UP." Percy bolted upright, shaking him.

"Nnnnnghhhh," was all Harry managed.

"No, seriously, Harry. Wake. Up. Now." Percy moved from shaking to outright poking, a fierce jab to Harry's sternum sending the other man spluttering awake.

"Fuck, Percy, WHAT?!"

"Harry – it's tomorrow."

"What? Of course it's tomorrow, like it is every day— wait, what?" Harry seemed to register the whole 'waking up with another person' angle. "Tomorrow? As in tomorrow tomorrow?"

"YES. So get up! We have to make sure, but I think we're free. I think we broke the time loop!"

"By having sex?"

Harry blinked myopically at him, and they both almost simultaneously reached for their glasses. Percy put his on, and saw Harry's bemused expression.

"Well, I suppose so, yes." Percy shrugged.

"So you're telling me, that all this time, all I had to do was shag you, and this whole thing would have been over?" Harry barely made it through his sentence before he was snorting with laughter, and Percy couldn't help but join him.

"Gay sex as Dark magic fighter. They should put that in a textbook, they should. You could write it."

"Yes!" Harry grinned. "I'll call it 'How I Broke a Dark Time Loop Curse by Having Gay Sex with Percy Weasley, Senior Undersecretary to the Minster of Magic."

"That's a very long title," Percy observed mock-sagely.

"Yes, well, had to include your title. Very important. Not to be forgotten."

"You know, I think you've finally gone crazy."

"I know… isn't it brilliant?"


Friday, etc.

The Daily Prophet told that it was, indeed, finally Friday. Percy and Harry reached a mutual decision to skive off work, and spend the entire forthcoming weekend shagging their brains out. After all, the world had gone 728 same-Thursdays without them, another few days would hardly matter.

When Harry Potter and Percy Weasley walked into work Monday morning holding hands, it caused a few raised eyebrows, and certainly set off the gossip chain, but nothing more than that. Most just assumed that Harry's interest in Ginny had been misplaced lust for the male Weasleys, and Percy being the only gay one of the bunch ended up the lucky guy. Or, at least, that's the story the Witch Weekly ran with.

Percy had a long discussion with Kingsley, and made sure Draco Malfoy got his promotion. Every time they met in the lift, thereafter, Draco set him with a suspicious, questioning look, but Percy always just smiled, causally mentioned the weather or, occasionally, when he was feeling particularly naughty, how he'd just love to get back to his office and suck on an ice lolly. Draco usually turned purple, and shuffled awkwardly back to his new office in Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Harry set up Terry Boot and Ernie Macmillan, much to the initial consternation of both, but soon they both came out of their respective closets, and even invited Susan Bones to watch.

The Quidditch season went fantastically, and Percy found himself at the top of the Fantasy Quidditch League yet again. As a thank you to Oliver for another win, Percy paid him a visit, this time bringing along Harry, who checked off more than a few of his own fantasies. He had one about the Quidditch showers, as well, it seemed.

Ad infinitum