A month later, Harry found himself filled with a sense of melancholy, but also one of relief. He'd somehow got Draco to agree to hold off the bet until after the Leaving Feast, citing the great importance of the N.E.W.T.s and sounding rather like Hermione. It was to cover up his own nervousness over the prospect of seducing Percy, but Draco readily agreed, either to cover up his own trepidation or actually worried about his academic prowess. Catching a glance at the familiar blond head a way down the platform, Harry watched for a moment as Draco laughed and playfully jostled Goyle and concluded it probably had been the latter.

Draco caught Harry's eye right then and nodded to him. They'd be taking the Hogwarts Express back to London for the last time and then the bet would be on. Harry realised he was looking forward to beating Draco one last time, though he wasn't quite sure how he was going to pull it off.

The race was on.

Once on the train, Harry had to explain what was going on to Ron so he could get Percy's address. It had made part of the trip home a bit uncomfortable, at any rate.

"I just want to beat Malfoy, Ron! You understand that, don't you?" Harry crossed his arms and rolled his eyes skyward.

Ron wrinkled his nose and said, "But...Percy! It's Percy. Stick-up-his-arse-Percy!" Ron turned a sickly shade of green then, possibly contemplating exactly that. "Besides, since when do you go for blokes? I expected you to turn into a lady-killer, what with your newly renewed hero status."

Shrugging, Harry replied, "I don't know. I like women, I think, but I've never had much of a chance to give either much of a chance. Your brother...well, I've been thinking about it a lot since Malfoy and I made our bet and, well, he's hot. Like all the Weasleys." Harry playfully nudged Ron, who grinned.

"You're damned right!" cried Ginny, who was playing cards with Neville on the other side of the car, overhearing the tail end of Ron and Harry's conversation.

Harry grinned. "See? Even your sister agrees. And Percy could probably use a good rogering. I know I could," said Harry candidly. The green shade of Ron's skin only deepened and Harry couldn't help but laugh.

Harry Apparated to the trendy neighbourhood in London, indicated by Ron's scrawl on the piece of paper clutched in his sweaty hand. He squinted up at the building and charged up the stairs, freezing when he stood in the corridor staring at the '2E' etched on Percy's door. He should go. Really, he could just let Malfoy win the bet and get the heck out of here. A hundred Galleons was a lot, of course, but Harry had Auror training starting up in two weeks and that would replenish his vault in enough time that he was sure he wouldn't notice the difference. He'd just turned to leave, when a vision of Draco's pale, pointed face laughing at him floated to his mind's surface.

Then, another vision, this time of Percy walking away from Harry and Draco a month earlier. Harry recalled a Muggle saying he'd once heard on the telly: Oh, how I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.

His mind made up, Harry knocked several times on the door to Percy's flat, rocking nervously on the balls of his feet. There was a loud crash, then Harry recognised Percy's voice mumbling within. A moment later, the door was flung open, and there Percy stood, clad only in red-and-gold striped pyjama bottoms and an open dressing gown, his face scruffy, and a bit out of breath. His glasses were askew and his hair nearly as messy as Harry's normally was.

"Yes, what is it?" Percy shouted as he peeked into the hallway. He seemed surprised to see Harry standing there, but Harry couldn't really blame him for that. It wasn't like he'd dropped in on Percy ever before. "Oh! Harry. What...what are you doing here?"

"Hi, Perce," Harry said taking a step forward so he could enter the apartment. Percy didn't move. "Did...did I wake you up?" It was only eight o'clock, but Percy certainly looked as though he'd been dressed for bed. Harry stared at the expanse of pale, freckled skin of Percy's bare chest and blinked several times. Unconsciously, Harry licked his lips.

"What?" Percy glanced down, following Harry's gaze, and pulled the dressing gown around himself. He didn't fasten it, though, which made Harry pretty happy when the thing flopped open again a moment later. "Oh. Oh, no. Just lounging around the house! You know how it is; unwinding after a long day. I always dress like this. Really, it's perfectly normal! Don't judge me!" Percy made a move to slam the door shut in Harry's face again, but Harry pressed forward as Percy stumbled back, pushing them back into Percy's front room.

"I wasn't judging you. Nice place," Harry said distractedly, glancing around. And it was. Percy's flat was tastefully decorated, furniture new and sparsely arranged. It was also neat as a pin, something which didn't surprise Harry in the least. "Glad I didn't interrupt anything important."

Percy cleared his throat nervously, his eyes shifting from side-to-side. Harry had no idea why Percy was so on edge, but he decided to ignore it. "Actually, this isn't a very good time, Harry."

"Oh, I'll just cut to the chase, then." Harry was improvising now, his heart settled firmly in his throat. Might as well put the offer out on the table. He took a step forward, effectively trapping Percy between Harry and the sofa. "I...I'm, erm, really attracted to you, Percy." He tilted his head up, so he could get a better look at Percy's blue eyes through his glasses, and knew he was speaking the truth. "Ever since I saw you at that last Quidditch match, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."

Having stopped fidgeting, Percy stared unblinkingly at Harry, his jaw slightly open. His jaw was incredibly well-defined, Harry observed off-handedly. "Wha-what?" Percy stammered.

Encouraged, Harry took another tiny step forward, pressing their bodies flush against one another. Percy gulped, while Harry licked his lips again, feeling the heat of Percy's chest through his own T-shirt. "I suppose I'm saying I'm very, very attracted to you, Percy, and I'd very, very much like to do something about it." With that, Harry stretched upward, pressing his lips to Percy's. Because Percy still had that dumbfounded expression on his face, Harry took the opportunity to dart his tongue inside briefly, gauging Percy's reaction. The whimper that escaped Percy's lips was encouraging.

"Is this okay?" Harry murmured against Percy's mouth, running his tongue over Percy's lower lip. He wasn't quite sure what he was doing, but Harry definitely liked Percy's reactions.

Pulling away, Percy understandably looked a bit shocked. "Harry," he said a bit breathlessly, "are you sure you want to do this?"

"Very sure," he replied, rocking a bit so that his rapidly hardening cock might get some attention. This time, it was Harry who had to bite back a moan. "You look really..." Harry struggled for the words. "...good like this, Perce." He worked his way under Percy's dressing gown, his breathing quickening as he felt the warm skin underneath his fingertips.

Harry kissed Percy again, this time both parties more sure of themselves. Percy sucked on Harry's tongue gently and applied the perfect pressure to Harry's lips, eliciting one low moan after another. It made sense to Harry that Percy would be the perfect kisser, since he strove for perfection in all that he did, and Harry felt he could do this all night.

But. The bet wasn't a simple kiss. He had to get Percy into bed and, hopefully, more of this would follow. Without warning, Harry dropped to his knees and placed a hand on each of Percy's hips. "May I?" he asked, gesturing at Percy's groin, his erection now tenting the fabric of his drawers. At Percy's enthusiastic nod, Harry began working the pyjamas down to Percy's ankles, then leaned back for a moment to drink in the sight before him.

Harry had never been this close to anyone's...parts, but if they were usually anything like Percy's, he instantly decided he wouldn't mind finding himself in this position again. Percy's cock was a bit longer than Harry thought his own was, though not as thick, and surrounded by red hair, about two shades darker than the hair on his head. His skin was pale and freckled, except on his upper thighs, where the sun probably never reached. The sight was more of a turn-on than Harry would have expected, finding his own erection straining against the inside of his pants. Harry realised he wanted nothing more than to take Percy into his mouth, to make him feel good, perhaps as an attempt to mitigate the guilt of the bet, but also because Harry discovered he was really quite attracted to Percy.

He leaned forward then, listening to Percy's breath quicken, and experimentally stuck his tongue out, licking Percy from base to tip. Percy let out a low moan and a hand came up, tangling in Harry's hair, pushing him slightly forward. Harry's body hummed pleasantly and he wrapped his hand around the bottom of Percy's cock, licking in gentle patterns, unsure of what he was doing. He dipped his tongue into the small pool of clear fluid that had collected at the head; the taste was interesting and he repeated the process upon hearing Percy groan. "Is this all right?" he asked tentatively, peeking up at Percy.

"More," Percy gasped. "I want more of your mouth, Harry. Please."

Harry wasn't sure if Percy was being polite or begging, but didn't really care. Instead, he tried to take as much as he could, sucking lightly at first, then harder, as Percy's moans turned into incoherent babbles of "Harry" and "Oh!" and, finally, "Fuck." He tried keeping his teeth out of the way, remembering that Ron had once complained about that after a particularly bad date with Lavender.

Percy's cries grew more and more incoherent as Harry moved faster and faster, ignoring the slight ache in his jaw. Percy was close, Harry could feel it. He'd soon be coming in Harry's mouth, all because of what Harry was doing. His own prick gave an interested twitch, when the thought of moving things to the bedroom and maybe fucking that perfect arse in one of the hundred-and-one ways Malfoy had ment --

"Oh my God!" cried a voice. Harry jumped because that cry had not come from Percy.

"Fuck!" yelled Harry as he pulled away and scrambled to his feet. "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" He looked wildly from Percy to Draco than back at Percy again. Draco was clad in nothing but a sheet.

"Remember when I told you this wasn't a good time?" said Percy sheepishly.

"My God, are all of you Gryffindors this insatiable?" Draco demanded, facing Percy with clutching the sheet to his hip. He pointedly ignored Harry's presence. "We were almost up to the good part, too! I mean, there was a knock at the door, you felt compelled to answer it for reasons I can't quite figure out --"

"It could have been my mother," Percy said weakly.

Draco ploughed on as though Percy had never spoken. "So, I heard you talking and I figured you were just trying to turn whoever it was back out onto the street, so I waited in your bedroom. Then, things got quiet and you never came back, so I came looking for you and this is what I find? Potter sucking your cock in the middle of your living room!"

"Well," said Percy, "he is rather attractive and somewhat insistent when he'd like to --"

It was Harry's turn to interrupt. "You had a Malfoy in your bedroom, but you didn't think that was an important bit of information?"

Turning toward Harry, Percy said, "I tried to explain, but --"

Draco shouted, "I'm naked!" just as Harry shouted, "He's naked!"

Percy's glasses had slipped down to the tip of his sweat-slicked nose. He cleared his throat and nervously rubbed the back of his head, stumbling a bit because his brightly coloured pyjama bottoms were still tangled around his ankles. "I didn't have time to contemplate the windfall. It's been a rather long time, since I'd last..." Percy trailed off, but neither Harry nor Draco heard him.

Harry glanced over at Draco, who -- to Harry's amazement -- rather than looking cross, now had a slow smile creeping across his face.

"What?" challenged Harry, still angry.

"I won! I got there first."

"Won?" Percy interrupted. No one paid him any mind.

"Yes, but you didn't finish properly," Harry insisted. "I had his trousers 'round his ankles and his cock in my mouth! You owe me, Malfoy."

"Owe?" A twinge of annoyance invaded Percy's tone. He sniffed in distaste and, in as dignified a manner of possible, hiked his pyjamas back up, clutching the front with one hand.

"Of course, a Gryffindor would renege on a bet!" Draco seethed. "And they say Slytherins are the sneaky, underhanded ones."

"You are!" Harry shouted in an annoyed tone, throwing his arms up in the air.

"Yes, we are, aren't we?" Draco looked rather proud of himself. "Still, I won this fair and square and I fully intend on collecting."

Percy loudly cleared his throat, glaring daggers at Harry and Draco. The other two looked at him as though just remembering he was still in the room. "What, pray tell, are you talking about?"

"Oh," Harry said guiltily. "We, uh...erm, we kind of..." He shrugged and gave a half-smile.

"For pity's sake, Potter. We made a bet seeing which one of us could get you into bed first. I won. We were in a bed."

Harry went from shamefaced to livid in three seconds flat. "But you didn't do anything with him!"

"You made a bet about me?" Percy's spine was very straight, his nose in the air. "To see who could sleep with me first?"

"Yeah, sorry about that, Perce. It'd be really nice if you didn't tell your mum and I wasn't lying when I said I was attracted to you. What we did over there was brill--"

Voice low and deadly, Percy stared at Harry in such a way that his stomach immediately turned to ice. "Do you have any idea how illegal that is?"

"Excuse me?" asked Draco, alarmed and indignant. There was no longer any trace of a smirk on his face.

"Betting for sexual gain is a type of prostitution. Very illegal, very punishable with time in Azkaban. I could turn you both in; it's my duty as a Ministry employee, in fact."

"You wouldn't do that, would you?" Harry's erection had long since disappeared, replaced by an increased awareness of his bladder. He imagined the terror in Draco's face was mirrored in his own. "I mean, I'm your brother's best friend...you've known me since I was eleven! Besides, neither of us knew that was against the law." He looked to Draco for support; Draco bobbed his head up and down.

For someone still red-faced and clutching the waistband of his ridiculous striped pyjamas, Percy could look very intimidating. "Ignorance of the law does not excuse breaking it. A crime is still a crime, no matter what one's level of knowledge might be." Harry thought Percy sounded like he was quoting from a textbook. After a moment's consideration, Harry decided he probably was.

"What do you want?" Draco said suddenly, his voice cracking a little. "Money? You don't want to turn us in; I can tell. So tell us what you want."

Percy took a step toward Harry and shoved him against Draco, knocking their heads together. Draco scowled as Harry rubbed his head. "Call off the bet."

"Done," they both said instantly.

"Good. Now, you both should get into the bedroom, so I can finish what we started." Harry and Draco looked up, too startled to reply or move. With some satisfaction, Harry noted Draco's resemblance to a guppy with his jaw dropped like that. "Go! And lose the clothes, Potter," Percy ordered, haughtily pointing in the direction of his bedroom. Both boys jumped in the air, then marched obediently into the bedroom, Harry shedding his clothing and Draco abandoning the sheet as they went.

Percy shrugged off his dressing gown and let his bottoms drop again, stepping out of them on his way to his room. Ignorance of the law also means I get to make it up, Percy thought, smirking and doing a gleeful little winner dance as he shut the door behind him.