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Someone Like You- Percival Graves
Originally posted by nifflersandmooncows
Pairing: Percival/OC
Request: “anonymous asked:
Or something for New Year’s since that’s around the corner! Working late on New Year’s Eve, walking our dear reader home because it’s late and people are crazy in New York on NYE … and someone realizes it’s midnight, and of course you have to kiss someone at midnight, don’t you?”
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
A/N: Alright so…I know Graves comes off as this serious, big grump. But I’m convinced he’s actually a softie deep down and just once someone to care about. So you know. Here it is. Tis the season. PS- Please send more Xmas themed ideas because I love them.
All evening, I’d been listening to the sounds of laughter and chatter as people walked past my office door. Some of them poked their heads inside, flashing me a smile and wishing me a Happy New Year. Others, like Tina, had meandered inside and begged me to come out and celebrate. She and Queenie were planning on drinking coco on the rooftop of their apartment building while they watched the no-maj fireworks. I declined her offer with a tired smile, claiming I had too much work to finish. She hadn’t looked surprised…it was the same answer I almost always gave.
I didn’t want to tell her the truth, to unload the pitiful reasoning as to why I didn’t enjoy holidays. Especially Christmas and New Years Eve. My parents had both passed away years ago, at different times and for different reasons. They had no siblings, and I had no siblings either. Which meant I’d been without a family for almost a decade now. Naturally, I’d thrown myself into work in order to fill that void. I had first joined the Investigations Department, a subdivision of the Auror Office, right after leaving Ilvermorny. Last year, I became Deputy Director…a position I loved and was proud of. To me, there was little that was more rewarding than bringing in dark, dangerous wizards off the streets.
I was always the first one in the office in the morning, and the last to leave at night. It was a running joke that I actually never left but set up a cot in my office in order to sleep. Sometimes I considered it, as I spent more time at work than home anyways. But next to work, coming home after a long day and sitting in front of my big, bay window with a cup of coffee and a book was what I loved most.
Now, the entire floor was silent. The only sounds were the scratching of my quill against parchment, and the quiet ticking of the clock in the corner. I snuck a glance. Already past eleven. Most people were probably out, pint in hand and ready to bring in the new year with a bang. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a yawn. Perhaps it was finally time to call it a night. I began organizing the papers on my desk, trying to arrange them into neat piles for when I came back after the holiday. I sighed a little. I’d almost forgotten there was no work tomorrow. To me, that spelled out a particularly long day of itching to be back in the office.
I pushed my chair away from my desk and stood, turning to grab my coat from the hook behind my desk.
“Why am I not surprised to see you still here?”
A smile automatically lifted the corners of my mouth. I turned back around to see Percival Graves, Director of Magical Security, standing in the door of my office. He slid his hands into the pockets of his trousers and leaned one shoulder against the doorjam. The silver tie around his neck had been loosened, the sleeves of his black dress shirt rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms.
“I could say the same thing about you, couldn’t I?” I teased, sliding my arms through the sleeves of my navy blue peacoat. I received a rare smile in return.
I’d grown fond of Percival over the past year, although this wasn’t something I had ever shared with anyone. At first, he’d intimidated the daylights out of me, with his unwavering confidence and authoritative presence. I’d learned quickly that most of my co-workers felt the same way. But then I’d gotten to know him. He was the only other person I knew of that worked as late as I did, and sometimes I often found myself wandering past his office late at night when I was feeling lonely or in need of a distraction. Polite conversation had turned into long talks over coffee, and long talks had turned into a friendship built over late nights and dinners eaten out of to-go containers. I knew I’d been given something rare, a side of Percival Graves he didn’t share with anyone else. It made me happier than I would’ve liked to admit. To say I now harbored somewhat of a juvenile crush on the man was an understatement. This was yet another secret I kept to myse