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This drabble was written for the Monthly Slash-tastic Drabble-athon Competition. The prompt was "Dare." The pairing is Percy Weasley/Kingsley Shacklebolt.
Even the Minister of Magic himself was a bit drunk. The third annual reunion of the Order of the Phoenix had been much less somber than the previous ones, aided by an abundance of firewhiskey provided by none other than Harry Potter. They were all of age now, after all. Percy had come with Kingsley Shacklebolt in his role as Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic, but he had hung back on the fringes of the group until Bill had intervened and invited Percy to have a seat at the table with the rest. Coincidentally, it had placed him right next to Kingsley, and Percy relaxed as his lover's large, warm hand gently squeezed his thigh under the table.
The firewhiskey was surely to blame for the increasingly risqué game of Truth or Dare that was working its way around the table. It had already caused a few shocking moments. For the Weasley crew, watching their father and their mother French kiss had left them with gaping mouths and memories that they wished they could eliminate. Even Percy had to admit that there were some things that no son or daughter wanted to see although the proof of the love their parents felt for each other was oddly reassuring.
By the time it was Percy's turn, the hand on Percy's thigh had slipped between them. Too much alcohol and Kingsley's relentless teasing had made Percy brave, and he found himself more than ready for a little rule breaking fun when Ron posed the question.
"Truth or dare, Percy?" Ron asked, his embarrassing question already prepared.
"Dare," Percy responded, smirking at the shock on his brother's face though the younger man recovered quickly and smirked right back.
"Alright, big brother. You and Kingsley are due to be married in a few months, yet none of us have caught even a glimpse of the two of you acting like anything except colleagues. So here's your dare. You love each other. Prove it!" Ron finished his firewhiskey in one swallow and leaned back to allow a slightly drunk Hermione to drape herself over him.
Percy laughed, a startling occurrence in and of himself, before glancing at his fiancée. Kingsley grinned and reached for him in invitation to pull him over for a kiss, but he was happily surprised when the stiff, proper young man sat down in his lap, straddling his waist and dragging Kingsley into a passionate kiss that quickly crossed the line into pleasuring better suited for the bedroom than the Weasley kitchen.
Ron managed to pick his jaw up off the floor long enough to squeak out, "Enough already! I get it! Now for Merlin's sake, get a room!"
Everyone dissolved into drunken giggles over Ron's discomfort even as Kingsley nodded to the eldest Weasleys and apparated Percy and himself into the guest bedroom. One locking and silencing charm later, they were in each other's arms wearing decidedly less clothing.
"I love it when you're bad, Percy," Kingsley managed as eager hands did their best to distract him. "I really thought Ron was going to have kittens, and the rest didn't look far from it."
Percy smiled against his lover's skin. "I'm only bad for you, Kingsley," he murmured. "Only for you."