Footie Pyjama fic!

Finally finished, my offering for nqdonne's Footie Pyjama challenge.

Hopefully I can get this posted before my computer has a complete meltdown, as it seems to be trying to.

Title: Thursday
Rating: Hard R to NC-17?
Pairing: Percy/Snape
Warnings: Rather fluffy
A/N: Sequel to my Percyficathon fic Monday, but hopefully it can stand on its own.





"Mum!" one of the twins called down the stairs.

Molly sighed and set down her cup of tea. She never enjoyed it when any of her children moved out of the house, but she was beginning to really worry about the twins. How did they expect to live on their own and run a business if they couldn't even sort through their old things without her?

The family ghoul moaned and rattled grumpily from Ron's room where he'd been banished as Molly climbed the ladder to the attic.

"What's this?" demanded Fred as soon as she poked her head into the attic. He thrust something pink and fuzzy at her. "This was in my trunk, but George doesn’t have anything like it. And it's pink!"

Molly burst into laughter. She took the pink thing from Fred and unfolded it into a pair of pink fuzzy pyjamas.

"Gracious," she said, "I haven't seen these in ages. They aren't yours, Fred, they must have gotten into the wrong trunk."

"I told you," said Fred while George still smirked at him, "they're Ginny's."

"No they're not," said Molly, "These were Percy's."

"Percy's?" said George, "but they're pink."

"And fuzzy," finished Fred.

"Well, he was only five," said Molly. "We had to beg and plead with him to change out of them, though, he loved these pyjamas. When he was the ring bearer at your Auntie Wendra's wedding he insisted in wearing them under his dress robes. It broke his heart when he grew out of them."

"That's so sweet," said Fred dramatically, putting a hand to his chest.

"Yeah," said George, "can we borrow them?"

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Thursday evening, Percy unlocked the door to his flat and walked inside, the dull ache at his temples beginning to throb again. He set his satchel full of paperwork on his kitchen chair and tossed his hat on top of it.

He ran his hands through his hair quickly, then massaged his temples. He'd had a long hot day at work and, hang on... What was that smell? Familiar, but... oh, no.
He rounded the corner to the living room, and sure enough, there he was sitting placidly on the couch.

"Severus Snape, what the hell are you doing here?" demanded Percy. "And smoking, in my flat no less!" 
"I've been waiting a while," said Snape, taking a last drag on the cigarette before stubbing it out on his boot and tossing the butt into Percy's fireplace.

"Right. However, we don't have a date scheduled for today," said Percy. He stood by the couch, willing Snape to get up and leave.

"I am aware of that," said Snape, "as you have cancelled every date we had arranged for a week and a half."

"Yes I have Severus, and I'm sorry, but I can't see you today any more than I have been able to see you this week, I'm afraid." Percy frowned at Snape
"Percy, I need to talk to you." Snape stood up; his eyes level with Percy's.

"You need to talk to me. That's ample reason to come barging into my flat? You ought to have owled first." Percy's cheeks were flushed with anger.
"And have you put me off again?" Snape stepped towards Percy, but only a step.

"Severus, you were the one who insisted in owling first, always. You said it would be safer if we weren't seen together. What if I'd had a co-worker with me? Minister Fudge even? How would it have looked?"

Severus winced. "Tell me it's not Fudge."

Percy's eyes flew wide open. "I beg your pardon?"

"It is, isn’t it. You do have a history of falling for older men." Snape tugged on the back of his hair.

Percy snorted. "What's this then? Now you're accusing me of sleeping with Fudge? What has gotten into you?""What do you expect me to think, Percy? All of a sudden you won't see me?"

"Severus, it's preposterous.""Then what am I supposed to think? Don't tell me you've been honest with me Percy Weasley, we both know you haven't."

Percy put his head in his hands. "I haven't, Severus, but it's not what you think."

"Then tell me what to think. Who is it Percy?"

"You want to know who it is?" Percy's anger flared again. "Who's the reason I have been putting you off? Fred and George."

Snape wrinkled his nose. "One of 'those' pureblood families, are you?"

"No," spat Percy, "Care to jump to another conclusion?"

"I am not going to stand here and play games with you, Percy," warned Snape.

"Fine," Percy said. "Fine, because I really don't care any more." He grabbed at the front of his robes, fingers scrabbling at the buttons. He managed to undo a couple and his robes gaped open. Snape leaned forward.

"Fur," he said. "They’ve made you grow fur."

"No," said Percy, still struggling with the buttons. Snape drew his wand and undid them with a quick spell. Percy paused, took a breath, then removed his robes.

"Pyjamas," said Snape blankly.

"Yes," said Percy, his cheeks pink.

"Pyjamas," repeated Snape.

"Yes!" repeated Percy plaintively. "They're pink, they're fuzzy, and I can't get them off!"

"The twins," said Severus, "I'll kill them"

"Not until after I'm out of these," said Percy.

"So that's it then? Enchanted pyjamas?""Yes! I've been trying to get them off. I didn't want you to see me like this." Percy turned away. Snape put a hand on his shoulder and pulled him around into a hug.

"Did it ever occur to you that I could help? Tell me how this happened."

"The package came by owl. It looked official, with a letter from Gringott's and everything," said Percy.

"They must have gotten Bill in on it then."

"I just opened it, and before I knew it they were stuck on me. There was a letter in the pocket that said if I came home to the Burrow for dinner they'd tell me how to take them off."

"Obviously you didn't go."
"You know I can't. The next day there was a letter in my pocket that said there was a trick to getting them off, but they wouldn't tell me unless I went home."

Snape tried a button but he couldn't get it undone. He tried to put his fingers under the collar and push up the sleeves with similar success.

"See, I've had to wear my high collared robes for a week and a half. And I've been boiling all day long at the office. There are two buttons that undo, though," said Percy. Snape's hand slid down to the bottom two buttons at the crotch, and Percy inhaled sharply.

"Unfortunately, no," said Percy.

"How do you..." Snape trailed off. Percy closed his eyes in humiliation.
"Just go, and use a cleaning spell afterwards." Snape lifted his hand from the pyjamas.

"They're clean!" protested Percy, and Snape put his hand back to Percy's crotch. Percy groaned. "It's the two at the back that open."

"Thank heavens for small mercies," said Snape, circling around Percy. He undid one of the bumflap buttons, then did it up again, testing it out. Then he undid them both and let the flap hang open, grabbing Percy's bum with both hands.

"Hey!" protested Percy. "I thought you were trying to help me."

"I am," said Snape, sliding his hands up Percy's back, "See, this is serious investigation. I can get my hands under the fabric here, but not at the collar or cuff."

"Oh," said Percy as Snape ran his hands down his flank. He pulled his hands out, then pushed one between Percy's legs, grabbing his balls.

"Fuck!" Percy gasped. "How is that going to help?"

"It's not," said Snape. "I'm taking a break."

Snape pushed his hand up past Percy's balls and rubbed his hardening cock, making Percy groan loudly.

"Wait," said Snape, "maybe I can undo these buttons from inside." He struggled with the buttons fruitlessly.

"Well, it was worth a shot," said Percy as Snape pulled his hand out and massaged his cramping fingers.

"Yes," said Snape, "now let's get back to the break."

Snape pushed Percy against the couch and pressed his lips to Percy's bum. He pushed Percy's legs apart, and slid his tongue between Percy's cheeks.

"Oh shit," said Percy, his hand moving down to rub himself through the pyjamas. "I really should have asked for your help earlier."

"Yes, you should have," said Snape, smacking Percy on the bottom. Percy jerked forward with a groan.

"Do you need a spanking, little boy?" asked Snape, and Percy laughed.

"Oh, have I been a bad boy?" he smirked, and Snape smacked him again.

"I think you have," said Snape.

"I just think I'm horny," said Percy. "Fuck me first, and then you can spank me."

"Fine," said Snape, summoning a bottle of lube from Percy's bedroom. He slicked a finger with the oil and pushed it into Percy's arse. "How's that?"
"Good," said Percy, rubbing himself. "Just do me quick, I don't think I can last long."
"A week and a half without sex does this to you?" asked Snape. "I'll have to hold out on you more often."
"Don't," groaned Percy, pushing his arse towards Snape. "I'll tie you down and fuck you senseless if you even try." Snape pulled his cock from his robes and thrust it into Percy.

"That's a promise I'll make sure you keep," he groaned.

Snape rammed Percy into the couch, thrusting hard and coming quickly. The wait had affected him as well.

"Sorry," he said, pulling out of Percy gingerly.

"It's okay," said Percy, still stroking himself slowly through the pyjamas.

"Here, let me," said Snape, grabbing Percy by the wrist and pushing his hand away from his cock. His hand slipped up, pushing the cuff of the pyjamas up Percy's arm, and they both stared.

Percy pushed the cuff up higher, then his fingers dove for a button. It came undone, and Percy grabbed the sides of the garment and pulled, ripping the buttons all off.

"Finally," he sighed, running his hands over his bare chest before stepping out of the bottoms. A piece of paper fluttered to the floor, and Percy picked it up.

"It's from the twins," he said, opening it.

"Congratulations," he read, "We see you've gotten out of your favorite pyjamas. Haha. Bill thought it was terribly mean of us to make that the release, but we though it was fitting seeing as you're such an anal retentive prick. Who'd have known you like sticking things up your arse? Those bastards!"

"You're figured out how to get out of the pyjamas," said Snape, "now I can fulfil my earlier threat to kill them."

"Mmm," said Percy, grabbing Snape by the hand. "Just do something about this first." He put Snape's hand to his still swollen but now bare cock, and Snape dropped to his knees obediently.

"Okay," he said, giving Percy's cock a lick, "Blow job, then spanking, and then murder. It's a date."

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