It Works For Us

Summary: [Drabbles] They know they make an odd trio, but they're happy the way things are. HP/PW/TN.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Chapter One: Killing Time One

Theo was bored. Harry was working late and Percy had barricaded himself in his office to write a lengthy editorial on the relative price of potions ingredients across Eastern Asia for Potioneer's Monthly.

He needed a new job he decided abruptly. This homemaking business was for people with more than two children and less than two house elves and neither condition applied to him. Harry's job as a hit-wizard meant that he worked odd hours and often had to travel and Percy's career as a freelance writer hadn't really taken off but was keeping him busy in his home office or out doing research in the field.

Theo didn't mind that his lovers were busy. They paid him plenty of attention when he was in the mood for companionship, and all but literally showered him with physical affection when he was in the mood for sex but the fact of the matter was that right now, Theo was bored.

"Perce," he whined, toeing open the door to the red-head's office, "I'm bored."

Percy looked up from his desk. His freckled hands were speckled with flecks of ink and he'd pushed his horn-rimmed glassed up on top of his head and was squinting down at a sheaf of papers filled with numbers and calculations in his small precise script.

"Hold it," he said eyes narrowing in Theo's general direction even though he could only make out a vague flesh colored blur, "This draft needs to be on its way to the Potion's Guild before dinner, so there will be absolutely no hanky-panky!"

"You know you are the only guy I know of who turns down sex for the sake of potions, and Snape was my head of house," sighed Theo.

Percy crossed his arms and scowled pointedly.

"Fine, fine," pouted Theo with an airy wave of his hand, "Be like that then, can I sleep in your lap?"

"As long as you're quiet and not in the way you can do whatever you like."

And so the two of them adjourned to the small couch and Percy enchanted his quill to take dictation in midair and carded an absent hand through his Slytherin lover's soft brown curls while the younger man slept.

AN: Done for the Twice as much challenge on HPCF. Takes place after the end of DH but disregards the Epilogue. The plan is for it to be ten chapters, each chapter between 300 and 500 words. Let me know how you find it.