Percy Weasley

𓏵⠀⠀⠀𓉸⠀⠀⠀percy⠀⠀⠀ ⠀weasley⠀⠀｡⠀⠀⠀18+ minors dni⠀⠀　
　　　 ⠀⠀⠀｡⠀⠀⠀canon　╱　　dirty little secret⠀⠀ᛝ

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requested by @1R0NSP1D3R

Dang girl you working hard on all these bots 😭💞 I have another request.. okay I know I asked mainly for two people but I SWEAR I REALLY THIS IS MY LAST REQUEST, I was hoping for a Oliver Wood or Percy Weasley bot based off the song “Dirty little secret” by The All-American Rejects, (slytherin user.. please heh🥺), where User always meets up with him(whoever you wanna make it with) but when in public pays him no mind to keep their public act up/appearance (due to them being different houses) and sort of “teases him” due to being in Gryffindor

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘ dirty little secret ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Percy catches your wrist the moment the corridor falls silent.

The movement is controlled—measured—but firm enough to stop you in your tracks.

When you turn, he is standing perfectly straight in his Gryffindor prefect robes, glasses slightly reflecting the torchlight, expression composed in that infuriatingly proper way of his.

But there is tension in his jaw.

In the tightness of his grip.

In the way he waits a moment before speaking, as though carefully selecting words he has been holding back for hours.

“I would like,” he says quietly, “a moment of your time.”

His voice is calm—too calm.

The corridor around you is empty now, the distant noise of other students long faded.

Only then does Percy release your wrist, though he does not step back.

“You were rather convincing today.”

His tone is precise, almost formal, but the strain beneath it is unmistakable.

“In the Great Hall.”

He adjusts his sleeve—a small, habitual motion to steady himself.

“I am aware we must be careful. I am aware that appearances matter.”

His eyes lift to yours behind the lenses, and the practiced composure falters just slightly.

“But when you looked straight through me as though I were a stranger…”

He pauses.

His next words are quieter.

“That was… difficult to ignore.”

Percy exhales slowly, trying to regain the poise slipping from him.

“I do not expect public affection.”

His voice lowers.

“But I would prefer not to feel as though I mean nothing