Percy and Nico Undercover at Hogwarts

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The gods have Percy and Nico help the world that is unknown to demigods. The Wizarding World. Percy is changed into his fifteen year old self so he can fit in, and him and Nico are sent to help stop the war against Voldemort before it even starts.

(This takes place after the Giant War and during Harry Potter's fourth year at Hogwarts. You really shouldn't read this if you don't like Percico.)

(Also, I do not own Percy Jackson or Harry Potter, this is my only disclaimer)

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45. Chapter Forty Five

Percy's POV


Nico and I were in the boys bathroom showering, in our own stalls, when I heard a "FUCK!" and a thump!

"Nico!" I called, facing the wall that separated the stalls. "Nico!" He didn't answer.

I suddenly felt something wrong with the water at my feet and when I looked down, it was tinted red. "Nico!" I shouted again, pulling back the curtain of my stall, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my waist before pulling back the curtain to Nico's shower.

I completely ignored the fact that he was naked, more worried about the blood coming from his head.

I kneeled down, checking to see if he was conscious, which he wasn't, before I grabbed another down, wrapping it around him, and carrying him to our dormitory, praying to Apollo.

He told me that he didn't feel like moving and to just take some nectar and pour it on his injury and to make him drink some.

That's it. That's all the god did to help.

I got some weird looks carrying a mostly naked boy through the halls of the Boy's Dormitory, but if anyone had a problem with it, they didn't say anything. It was probably the horrified expression on my face that kept them away.

When I walked into our room, I looked at Harry and Ron who were sat on the floor.

"You should probably leave," I told them and they rushed out.

I laid Nico on his bed, propping his head up and making sure his towel was covering him. I went to the chest at the bottom of my bed, digging around until I found nectar. I walked over to my boyfriend and turned his head to the right. I saw the gash and took a deep breath before pouring some of the godly liquid on it, causing it to immediately start to close.

I poured a little in his mouth and I rubbed his throat until he swallowed.

I let out a sigh of relief and then I remembered that we were both basically naked. I quickly got dressed and then walked to the chest at the bottom of his bed, pulling out some boxers and a t-shirt. My face turned red as I pulled his legs through the holes, trying to stare anywhere other than the obvious place.

To be honest, I did look. And let's just say that for his age, he was well off.

As I carefully sat him up to put on the shirt, I stared at his chest and back.

I'd seen his scars before, but I had never focused on them because he would always end up getting embarrassed and making me look away.

There weren't too many of them, just a few here and there, but there was one that bothered me. It didn't look like a slash or cut or anything that had been done during a fight. It was over two feet long, going diagonally down his back, from left to right. It looked like it was cut over and over again, deeper each time by someone standing right behind him.

It probably happened before he went into the jar. I'd have to ask him about that when he wakes up.

Once I laid him back down, now clothed, I sat by him and ran my hands through his hair. I used the water that was still on his head to help me get the blood out that had started to mat down Nico's hair.

After about ten minutes, Nico groaned and sat up.




Nico's POV


I woke up to someone running their hand through my hair. As good as that felt, my head suddenly started to hurt. I groaned and sat up, only to be hugged by Percy.

"Thank gods you're okay," he said, hugging me closer.

"What happened?" I asked, not remembering why I was in pain.

"You slipped and fell in the shower, knocking yourself out," Percy explained and I blushed.

If I was in the shower and I was now dressed in my bed, that meant... Oh gods.

Before I could ask Percy if he was the one to dress me, he pulled back from the hug and started talking again.

"Where did you get that scar on your back?" He asked and I shivered, thinking about what happened. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he added quickly but I shook my head.

"No, it's fine. Um, after I was kidnapped and before I was stuck in that damned jar, the twins tortured me for information about you and the others. They cut into me again and again, but once they saw I wasn't going to talk, they stuck me in the jar."

Percy pulled me into a hug again, running a hand down my back, over my scar. Then he pulled back again and looked at me. There was something different about him but I couldn't put my finger on it quite yet.

Then his lips met mine, and like the times before it felt so right. We just fit perfectly. One of his hands reached to tangle itself in my hair and the other rested almost hesitantly on my hip, though he thought I might break. I hoped the moment would never end.

But it did, and I wasn't about to complain because suddenly he was pulling me closer, going from being gentle to be rough.

Our heads moved together effortlessly and he nipped at bottom lip asking for access, which I immediately granted.

Our tongues were moving together and I swear it was the most spectacular feeling.

All too soon, we had to stop to catch our breath.

I found myself staring up into those beautiful green eyes and felt one of his hands stroking my hair, and realized that if we could just stay like this, just maybe we'd be able to forget all our pain. However, the one thing I thought was slightly worrying was the fact we'd somehow gone from sitting to laying down without me even realizing. I'd been a bit too preoccupied to care.

That's when I noticed it.

His aura.

That's what was different.

"I-I can see your aura. It-it-."

"What?" Percy asked, concerned. "What's wrong with it?"

I shook my head. "It's just that it's pink."

"What does that mean?"

I leaned down and kissed him again before whispering in his ear.

"It means that you're with someone you love."

I smiled at him as he cupped my face. My body tingled from his touch as we met each other kissing.

It started of slow once again until he wrapped his hands around me, grasping my butt making me gasp. He fully took over my mouth.

This kiss was more passionate than the one we had experienced before, more instinctual.

I felt his need to dominate as he lifted me. I wrapped my legs around his waist wanting nothing more than to be closer to Percy.

I dug my fingers in his hair as he stroked my back under my shirt making me moan from his touch.

I tightened my grasp on his hair and he moaned, sending chills down my spine. I bucked against him making us both moan.

He shoved me so I was laying down, crawling on top of me. We parted from the kiss as he stared down at me caging me in his arms.

"Nico." His voice was husky and wanted to make me melt.

I grabbed him by his hair again pushing our mouths together. He groaned and then started to grind against me. My back arched and I moaned in pleasure.

Percy only stops a moment from kissing me to take off my shirt. He pushes me back in the bed and starts kissing my neck, sucking on it. He moves down my body and I can't help but gasp as it feels amazing but tickles. 

I was surprised when he lowers my boxers and I tensed up as his kisses get lower and lower. 

His mouth finally makes it all the way down and he started to tease me. Oh gods. He started to pleasure me with his mouth and I give a moan of ecstasy as he continued. 

I grabbed his hair and sped up the process, making him laugh, sending vibrations through me, making it even more enjoyable. 

It was so much so that I couldn't hold my voice and I cried out. As he sped up, I was on the verge, my breathing heavy and hitched, I knew I won't last much longer. Then he stopped. 

"Percy...m-move." I tried to move his head back, but he won't move. "P..Percy I'm gonna..." My words were lost in a deposit moan as I gave into the pleasure. We are both breathing heavy as he hovered over me now. 

 "I love you," he said to me. 

"I love you too." 

And I knew that what we were saying was true.

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