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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40. Chapter Forty

Percy's POV


"Nico," I said, sitting up in my bed completely. "You're back."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, sorry for disappearing earlier."

Ron and Harry took this as their queue to leave. They stopped halfway into their excuse before giving up and just walking out, shutting the door behind them.

"I'm glad you're back. I missed you," I said and before Nico could respond, he stumbled, catching himself on the side of his bed.

I was up and going to help him for I could even register what I was doing.

"Are you okay?" I asked helping him sit on the edge of his bed.

"Yeah," he said, nodding, "Just a tad tired from shadow traveling."

I gave him a small smile before walking over to the trunk at the bottom of my bed and grabbing a small square of ambrosia from it and tossing it to him.

"Thanks," Nico said, breaking of a corner and nibbling on it.

We staying in semi-awkward silence for a good minute before I walked over to his bed and sat by him, getting a good look at him for the first time since he appeared, and I have to say, daammmnnn.

His hair was styled in a messy way, like normal but this time a little more orderly, his cheeks had a slight pink tinge, his eyebrows looked different, almost as if they had been waxed and his lips were pinker than normal.

He was wearing a black tank top with black skinny jeans. The weird thing was that I'd never seen Nico in a tank top, unless we were in the arena, training, and may I repeat myself. Daaammmmnnnn.

"Nico, you look-you look nice," I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, not sure how to take the compliment.

"Oh, uh, thanks. The Aphrodite cabin gave me a makeover."

That'd make sense. Nico would never take the time to style his hair.

"Well they did a great job," I said and he blushed and looked away. "Nico, look at me."

Unlike earlier this morning, he listened. When he turned his head, he took in a quick breath at how close our faces were.

I leaned forward slightly so our noses were brushing and I could feel his breath on my lips. Before I moved closer, Nico spoke.

"Percy, when I'm from, this is frowned upon. It's considered-." I cut him off.

"You're not then anymore, Nico. It's the twenty-first century now."

"But-." I cut him off again.

"No buts."

I cupped my hand lightly against Nico's soft cheek and he froze. I tensed, ready to pull back at the first hint of repulsion or disgust. My heart stuttered to a stop as he ever so slightly leaned his head into my hand.

I leaned in a little more and Nico stilled. I didn't dare make another move, not wanting to force anything on the younger boy. If he chose that he wanted to kiss me, he would let me know.

If not, I was in for one long, sad, lonely night...again.

As he relaxed more up against my hand and my pulse began to race.

Nico smiled and his eyes flashed to my lips for just a second.

I couldn't resist the invitation.

Wrapping my free arm behind his back, I pulled his small frame closer me and I dipped my head downward, closing the distance.

His lips were soft and smooth, almost slick. It felt like he was wearing something like chapstick, and given the fact that he had gotten a makeover from the Aphrodite cabin, he probably was.

It was a very slow kiss and I could feel his nose brushing my cheek.

He rested one hand on my waist and placed the other on my lower back, pulling me closer.

This might not have our first kiss, but this was our first real kiss.

After about a minute, there was a knock at the door. I pulled back, frowning and annoyed.

"I swear to the fucking gods if you walk through that fucking door, I will fucking stab you!" I shouted and I heard two pairs of footsteps running away.

Nico chuckled. "Violent much?" He asked and I smiled down at him.

"I have a good reason to be," I said and he smiled.

"And what is that?" Nico questioned, raising an eyebrow.

"They stopped me from kissing my boyfriend, what else?" I asked and Nico looked shocked.

This time when I leaned in, he met me halfway.

It was a lot more demanding of a kiss this time. It was more persistent, more urgent, probably from the built up tension of the last twelve hours.

After a few moments, his lips parted, offering me free access and I flicked my tongue between his lips, allowing myself to deepen the kiss.

I knew that this was probably his first genuine makeout, but I wasn't going to say anything that would embarrass him.

It may have sloppy and there was the gnashing of teeth, but it was perfect.

Nico squeaked and stiffened slightly as I pulled him on top of me, but allowed himself to sink down, now lying on me.

He was so close that I could smell a faint perfume on him and he tasted minty, almost like he had been chewing gum just minutes ago. It was oddly pleasant.

He moved his hand that was on my back out from under me and placed it behind my head, gripping my hair and pulling our mouths closer together.

I tilted my head, giving myself a better angle and Nico moaned softly, causing me to smile.

I never wanted this to end.

But it did, as all good things do.

"I've been thinking about doing that all day," I told him as he looked down on me.

"Haven't you been sleeping?" Nico asked with a cheeky smile.

"That doesn't mean I can't dream about it," I responded with a cheekier smile, causing him to blush. "You're so cute," I told him and he buried his face into my chest and shook his head. "Deny it all you want, it's true."

He mumbled something into my shirt.

"What was that?"

He lifted his head and looked me in the eye. "I'm you're boyfriend?" He asked softly and I nodded.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him comfortably to my torso.

"If you want to be."

He nodded. "I would like that."

"I would like that, too."

He rested his head back down on my chest. After a few minutes, he said, "I can hear your heartbeat."

"It beats only for you," I said and I felt him hit my arm.

"That was so cheesy," he told me and I chuckled.

"You know you loved it."

"I did."

Nico and I laid there until we both drifted to sleep.

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