Oh, ho ho ho ho ho... ho... :yawn: Whoo I'm tired. But that's besides the point. I got a lot of feedback from All the things
he said- a whole 7 reviews! But seeing that there's about only one or two stories posted a *day*, I thought that was pretty
alright. : p Thanks a lot to GayRon, Tuuli, Bobagorn, Kia, Lulu-chan, Jojo, and i like cheese. There's a lot of differences
(and similarities) between these two stories, even down to the little things. Try and name some! Oh, and look for symbolism,
too. House points to whoever names some! Leave your house in case you review. : p HP doesn't belong to me.
Questions? Comments? FLAMES?
colourguard_g4@yahoo.com
For all of you stalkers...
http://jess_personal.tripod.com/
Now, onto the fanfiction! OH, HO HO HO HO HO HO!!!!!
****
Torn
****
**I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore**
"Come on, come on, come on..." Oliver muttered as he vaugly paid attention to his job. In reality, he was squinting madly to
see the Seeker dive to catch the golden snitch. It was very hard, through the rain. But no body seemed to care. His fingers
were almost around it...
"YES!!" Oliver yelped. They had just won the world cup! THEE world cup! Nothing could ruin his day! He was the happiest man
alive! He couldn't wait to see Perce and just huggle him to bits!
Hmmm... Percy Weasley.
Where did that come from? Oh ya! He's here in the stadium! Oliver's mood (if possible) got even more excited. He was seeing
Percy Weasley! He couldn't wait. He was minister of magic, wasn't he? Oh well. It was still Percy Weasley.
**There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn**
Oliver joined the rest of his team in the dog pile. Everyone was smothering the Seeker. Haha. He still had the poor Snitch
grasped in his hand. Its little wings were still trying to get out of the 23 year olds hands. Oliver laughed. It was cute.
Just like Percy!
Finally everyone got off the choking Seeker, and started up the stairs to get to the press box. Their captain, a chaser, was
holding the world cup in his hands high above his head to let everyone see. It was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but even
more beautiful because it was theirs!
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn**
They finally reached the press box, and Oliver hurriedly looked around for Percy. He couldn't wait to see him! It had been a
while since he had seen him. Five? Six years? He wasn't sure. But that sure was a long time since he had seen him. Finally,
he saw his soft red hair.
He looked like a nervous wreck. Even though his silk cream and forest green embroider robes looked absolutely fantastic on
him, his face was an un-earthly shade of white. He seemed to be frantic, well, as frantic Percy Weasley could look, and
searching for something. He finally stared at the escape door, like it was his saviour or something. Then he dashed towards
it in one bloody hurry, and slammed it.
**So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
Which crawled beneath my veins**
Well, that was odd. Did he have to go to the loo that badly? Or perhaps he was getting Claustrophobic? Maybe he should
follow him. He happily obliged to his thoughts and jogged towards the door, opened and closed it. He heard footsteps that
only could be Percy Weasley's tip-toeing down the steps. Oliver rushed after him.
He heard the steps stop for a second and a loud THUMP. Now, what was that? Oliver hurried his steps a bit until he came down
to where Percy was. And there he was indeed. Sprawled out on the floor. Oliver looked away for only a second to keep himself
from snorting.
He saw Percy's head swirl around for a second, then turn back around into his arms. He put his hand up to his mouth to keep
himself from giggling.
"So, uh... tell me." He had to cough in order to stop himself from laughing. "Is this was Ministers of Magic do these days?
Run away from quidditch keepers?"
**And now I don't care
I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch I'm torn**
He saw that his thin wired pair of square glasses laid there on the floor. He walked over to them, picked them up and then
walked over to Percy. He poked his robed arm. He was surprisingly warm. Maybe he was sick. He shrugged and then poked his
lovely red head. It was silky and soft. He had the sudden urge to run his fingers through it... to caress him. He blinked.
Where did that come from?
"Oi, Perce, look up. It's me- Oliver," He said. He hoped he remembered him. Because he sure remembered him. How could he? All
sorts of pictures of him in magazines, on bill boards and his quotes in magazines. This guy was all over the place. But how
could he not be? He was the Minister of Magic. He was required to be all over the place. Probably even here, too.
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn**
He slid the cold medal glasses to fit onto his face perfectly. The head finally looked up at Oliver. Navy blue eyes bore into
his own. How could he had forgotten? Percy's eyes were his most favourite part of him. They were always dull, yet alive. He
couldn't explain it. He loved Percy's eyes. He loved-
He loved Percy Weasley.
A soft swirl of wind past the two of them as he came to his realization. Why hadn't he seen it before? Why couldn't he see
that when he was in school with him? Did Percy love him, too? There was only one way to find out. Oliver leaned forward and
touched very soft, pink lips.
**There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn**
Oliver couldn't help but to sigh when Percy sat up a bit to deepen the kiss. His hand was raised up a bit, unsure of what to
do. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair. He really wanted to. But when he was about to, sporadic words popped into
his mind.
Desire
Want
Passion
Pleasure
Love
Huh, well, that was weird. He knew that's what he was thinking now. Could Percy possibly be thinking the same? Percy moaned
very softly and Oliver knew that he was. He wanted to remain the rest of his life with him. Nothing guaranteed that, but if
he wanted anything, he should just give in.
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn**
He wanted some more of Percy, just a bit. Unknowingly, he ran his lips across Percy's. And even more surprisingly, Percy
opened his mouth to let Oliver in. Oh, if there was a heaven up there, it'd be this.
Oliver finally ran his fingers through Percy's red, almost strawberry blonde hair. It was exactly how he thought it would be.
Silky and fine. His fingers twirl around one piece. But now was not the time to get involved with the Minister of Magic. It
was, after all, the quidditch world cup. They were just sitting in an empty corridor. Finally, after one last run through
his hair, he pulled apart. Maybe he was blue. He had never held his breath for that long. Next time he'd kiss Percy, he'd
have to breath through his nose. He forgot about that in the rush of things.
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn..**
Next time... yes, he wanted next time now time. Without knowing he blurted to Percy, "Want to come back to my place?"
Oh, great. That was a smart thing to say. Well, you can't turn back time.
Percy blinked his beautiful navy blue eyes. No, scratch that. They were more like the colour of the ocean.
"Ya, alright." A deep tenor voice spoke that sent shivers up Oliver's arms. No, his voice had *not* been that sexy when they
were in Hogwarts. Not at all.
A small smile played on both of their lips as they stood up. They both knew that this probably wasn't going to be a one night
stand. Neither of them wanted it that way. With their busy lives, they'd make room for each other. No matter what would
happen, they would live for the moment. Huh.
Live for the moment.
He'd have to tell Percy that one for a speech of his.
****
10 points to whoever can name where the last two dialog lines came from.
Send those reviews in! I want to see which houses get the most points. Oh, and not EVERYBODY is in Gryffindor! I, for one, am
a loyal Hufflepuff! Yes, after several denial months of me thinking I'm in Gryffindor, I've finally accepted my fate. : )
I liked this story, how about you?
he said- a whole 7 reviews! But seeing that there's about only one or two stories posted a *day*, I thought that was pretty
alright. : p Thanks a lot to GayRon, Tuuli, Bobagorn, Kia, Lulu-chan, Jojo, and i like cheese. There's a lot of differences
(and similarities) between these two stories, even down to the little things. Try and name some! Oh, and look for symbolism,
too. House points to whoever names some! Leave your house in case you review. : p HP doesn't belong to me.
Questions? Comments? FLAMES?
colourguard_g4@yahoo.com
For all of you stalkers...
http://jess_personal.tripod.com/
Now, onto the fanfiction! OH, HO HO HO HO HO HO!!!!!
****
Torn
****
**I thought I saw a man brought to life
He was warm
He came around like he was dignified
He showed me what it was to cry
Well you couldn't be that man I adored
You don't seem to know
Seem to care what your heart is for
But I don't know him anymore**
"Come on, come on, come on..." Oliver muttered as he vaugly paid attention to his job. In reality, he was squinting madly to
see the Seeker dive to catch the golden snitch. It was very hard, through the rain. But no body seemed to care. His fingers
were almost around it...
"YES!!" Oliver yelped. They had just won the world cup! THEE world cup! Nothing could ruin his day! He was the happiest man
alive! He couldn't wait to see Perce and just huggle him to bits!
Hmmm... Percy Weasley.
Where did that come from? Oh ya! He's here in the stadium! Oliver's mood (if possible) got even more excited. He was seeing
Percy Weasley! He couldn't wait. He was minister of magic, wasn't he? Oh well. It was still Percy Weasley.
**There's nothing where he used to lie
My conversation has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's fine I'm torn**
Oliver joined the rest of his team in the dog pile. Everyone was smothering the Seeker. Haha. He still had the poor Snitch
grasped in his hand. Its little wings were still trying to get out of the 23 year olds hands. Oliver laughed. It was cute.
Just like Percy!
Finally everyone got off the choking Seeker, and started up the stairs to get to the press box. Their captain, a chaser, was
holding the world cup in his hands high above his head to let everyone see. It was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but even
more beautiful because it was theirs!
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn**
They finally reached the press box, and Oliver hurriedly looked around for Percy. He couldn't wait to see him! It had been a
while since he had seen him. Five? Six years? He wasn't sure. But that sure was a long time since he had seen him. Finally,
he saw his soft red hair.
He looked like a nervous wreck. Even though his silk cream and forest green embroider robes looked absolutely fantastic on
him, his face was an un-earthly shade of white. He seemed to be frantic, well, as frantic Percy Weasley could look, and
searching for something. He finally stared at the escape door, like it was his saviour or something. Then he dashed towards
it in one bloody hurry, and slammed it.
**So I guess the fortune teller's right
Should have seen just what was there
And not some holy light
Which crawled beneath my veins**
Well, that was odd. Did he have to go to the loo that badly? Or perhaps he was getting Claustrophobic? Maybe he should
follow him. He happily obliged to his thoughts and jogged towards the door, opened and closed it. He heard footsteps that
only could be Percy Weasley's tip-toeing down the steps. Oliver rushed after him.
He heard the steps stop for a second and a loud THUMP. Now, what was that? Oliver hurried his steps a bit until he came down
to where Percy was. And there he was indeed. Sprawled out on the floor. Oliver looked away for only a second to keep himself
from snorting.
He saw Percy's head swirl around for a second, then turn back around into his arms. He put his hand up to his mouth to keep
himself from giggling.
"So, uh... tell me." He had to cough in order to stop himself from laughing. "Is this was Ministers of Magic do these days?
Run away from quidditch keepers?"
**And now I don't care
I had no luck
I don't miss it all that much
There's just so many things
That I can touch I'm torn**
He saw that his thin wired pair of square glasses laid there on the floor. He walked over to them, picked them up and then
walked over to Percy. He poked his robed arm. He was surprisingly warm. Maybe he was sick. He shrugged and then poked his
lovely red head. It was silky and soft. He had the sudden urge to run his fingers through it... to caress him. He blinked.
Where did that come from?
"Oi, Perce, look up. It's me- Oliver," He said. He hoped he remembered him. Because he sure remembered him. How could he? All
sorts of pictures of him in magazines, on bill boards and his quotes in magazines. This guy was all over the place. But how
could he not be? He was the Minister of Magic. He was required to be all over the place. Probably even here, too.
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn**
He slid the cold medal glasses to fit onto his face perfectly. The head finally looked up at Oliver. Navy blue eyes bore into
his own. How could he had forgotten? Percy's eyes were his most favourite part of him. They were always dull, yet alive. He
couldn't explain it. He loved Percy's eyes. He loved-
He loved Percy Weasley.
A soft swirl of wind past the two of them as he came to his realization. Why hadn't he seen it before? Why couldn't he see
that when he was in school with him? Did Percy love him, too? There was only one way to find out. Oliver leaned forward and
touched very soft, pink lips.
**There's nothing where he used to lie
My inspiration has run dry
That's what's going on
Nothing's right I'm torn**
Oliver couldn't help but to sigh when Percy sat up a bit to deepen the kiss. His hand was raised up a bit, unsure of what to
do. He wanted to run his fingers through his hair. He really wanted to. But when he was about to, sporadic words popped into
his mind.
Desire
Want
Passion
Pleasure
Love
Huh, well, that was weird. He knew that's what he was thinking now. Could Percy possibly be thinking the same? Percy moaned
very softly and Oliver knew that he was. He wanted to remain the rest of his life with him. Nothing guaranteed that, but if
he wanted anything, he should just give in.
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I am shamed
Lying naked on the floor
Illusion never changed
Into something real
I'm wide awake
And I can see
The perfect sky is torn**
He wanted some more of Percy, just a bit. Unknowingly, he ran his lips across Percy's. And even more surprisingly, Percy
opened his mouth to let Oliver in. Oh, if there was a heaven up there, it'd be this.
Oliver finally ran his fingers through Percy's red, almost strawberry blonde hair. It was exactly how he thought it would be.
Silky and fine. His fingers twirl around one piece. But now was not the time to get involved with the Minister of Magic. It
was, after all, the quidditch world cup. They were just sitting in an empty corridor. Finally, after one last run through
his hair, he pulled apart. Maybe he was blue. He had never held his breath for that long. Next time he'd kiss Percy, he'd
have to breath through his nose. He forgot about that in the rush of things.
**I'm all out of faith
This is how I feel
I'm cold and I'm ashamed
Bound and broken on the floor
You're a little late
I'm already torn
Torn..**
Next time... yes, he wanted next time now time. Without knowing he blurted to Percy, "Want to come back to my place?"
Oh, great. That was a smart thing to say. Well, you can't turn back time.
Percy blinked his beautiful navy blue eyes. No, scratch that. They were more like the colour of the ocean.
"Ya, alright." A deep tenor voice spoke that sent shivers up Oliver's arms. No, his voice had *not* been that sexy when they
were in Hogwarts. Not at all.
A small smile played on both of their lips as they stood up. They both knew that this probably wasn't going to be a one night
stand. Neither of them wanted it that way. With their busy lives, they'd make room for each other. No matter what would
happen, they would live for the moment. Huh.
Live for the moment.
He'd have to tell Percy that one for a speech of his.
****
10 points to whoever can name where the last two dialog lines came from.
Send those reviews in! I want to see which houses get the most points. Oh, and not EVERYBODY is in Gryffindor! I, for one, am
a loyal Hufflepuff! Yes, after several denial months of me thinking I'm in Gryffindor, I've finally accepted my fate. : )
I liked this story, how about you?