Song Title and Artist: Hidden Camera Show by Andrew is Music

Percy was supposed to be finishing his Transfiguration essay but someone should have told Oliver that because he was across the table drooling on his own completed work and almost as soon as he fell asleep Percy had been stuck, caught in the simple web that is Oliver Wood. The slight upturn of his nose, the light smattering of brown freckles on his shoulder where his robe had slid off a bit, the odd way he, and only he, could get Percy to put off homework this long. He was complicated in the way that simple things often were, not that Oliver was simple, no, simple was not something Oliver Wood did well, especially not in Quidditch.

Percy traced the feathery end of his quill across the small furrow in Oliver's brow, but the boy didn't make any movement whatsoever. The quill swept lower, tracing the most perfect bow shaped lips and still Percy got no reaction, not even a twitch. Sometimes when Oliver got really tired he'd sleep like this, completely dead to the world. Percy looked to make sure the door really was closed and did something that he'd only dared to do once before, he kissed Oliver Wood. Just a faint brush of lips and the hope that someday maybe it would be something more.

He sighed and leaned back in his chair, for right now he was content with these stolen kisses but Percy would give anything, including his Head Boy badge, just to hear Oliver tell him he loved him, even if it was just in his sleep.

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Percy had never put off homework for this long but when Oliver had begged him to come to one of his impromptu weekend Quidditch games, Percy found himself saying yes, completely regarding the fact that it was Sunday and he still had one more essay to do. In all fairness that was exactly why Oliver was currently drooling on a spare piece of parchment. In repentance he'd offered to stay up with him but had fallen asleep more than an hour ago.

Percy sighed and packed up his work, calling it quits for the night. He shook Oliver gently and half-drug him to his bed. The bulkier boy was out of it the whole time and as he settled into bed, Percy smiled fondly and tucked the covers in to prevent him from catching a draft.

But when he turned to put on his pajamas he heard Oliver say his name. Percy shuffled back to the other boy's bed, "Yes, Ol.?"

Oliver smiled sleepily with his eyes still shut and said, "Thanks. You know I love you, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know Oliver." He smiled indulgently, "now go to sleep you great git." Percy finished changing and crawled into his own bed. He knew Oliver wouldn't remember this come morning but Percy still whispered his own "I love you" to the sprawled figure in the other bed.

A/N: I just can't stop the fluff. Aargh. Review.