I've done something I swore I never would do. I have written a song fic.
The song came on the radio the other day though and Percy jumped in to my
head and hasn't left me alone since. So I sat down and wrote this. Hope
y'all like it. The song is All You Wanted by Michelle Branch. I don't own
the HP characters or the song they belong to people who have much more
money than I do.
All You Wanted
Oliver was flying around on his broomstick on a warm late spring afternoon. It was a Saturday so most of the third years and up were in Hogmeade spending their allowances and generally reeking havoc over the small country town.
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away
I didn't know that
It was so cold
And you needed someone
To show you the way
Oliver, on the other hand, had thought it the perfect time to get some flying in. As much as he loved Quidditch, he sometimes wanted to soar in the clouds and lose himself in his thoughts. He couldn't believe that this was his seventh spring at Hogwarts and that it would be time to leave soon.
So I took your hand
And we figured out
That when the tide comes
I'd take you away
As he flew by the lake, his eyes caught a flash of red. Red meant only one thing in Oliver's mind. Percy Weasley.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
When he had first come to Hogwarts, all Oliver had wanted was to be Percy or to be his friend. He seemed perfect. He was smart, kind, beautiful to look at and possessed a keen dry wit. As the weeks had worn by, though, Oliver realized that he was the only one to see Percy in this light. He was young and new to the school and hadn't wanted to be the odd person out in his years at Hogwarts. So, he broke the friendship. Percy in result had even further cut himself off from his housemates and peers.
I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have
To keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Oliver regretted that decision. He'd made new friends, yes. But they hadn't been the real true friends that he some how knew that Percy would have been. His preoccupation with Percy had not lessened over the years; no, it had grown even farther that Oliver had thought he could.
Where you go
When you're gone
He flew the broom lower trying to catch a glimpse of the red head. He hovered behind some trees and stared at the unmoving figure. He was surprised that textbooks didn't surround the other boy.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
He set down gently making an effort not to disturb Percy. As he walked closer, Oliver heard a noise that sounded very similar to crying. Percy was crying?
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
Oliver stood about fifteen feet behind Percy before he could make out the redhead's words.
All you wanted was
Somebody who cares
If you need me
You know I'll be there
Oh, yeah
"It's so hard to be perfect. To be what everyone expects me to be. I'm so tired. But the work, stress and expectations never seem to end. All I ever really wanted was for someone to want me for me." Percy started to sniffle and laid his head on his knees.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
Oliver walked over to the sitting boy. He sat next to the Head Boy and grasped one of his cold pale hands. "I've always wanted you for you."
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
Their eyes met and there was no need for words. The feelings that they had had for each other as children and had pushed away had grown up and become something bigger than the both of them. It had become... love.
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go
When you're gone
Oliver ran his lips over Percy's knuckles as the slighter boy rested his head on the broad shoulders of the Quidditch captain. Shoulders broad enough to help carry the load of being perfect.
All You Wanted
Oliver was flying around on his broomstick on a warm late spring afternoon. It was a Saturday so most of the third years and up were in Hogmeade spending their allowances and generally reeking havoc over the small country town.
I wanted to be like you
I wanted everything
So I tried to be like you
And I got swept away
I didn't know that
It was so cold
And you needed someone
To show you the way
Oliver, on the other hand, had thought it the perfect time to get some flying in. As much as he loved Quidditch, he sometimes wanted to soar in the clouds and lose himself in his thoughts. He couldn't believe that this was his seventh spring at Hogwarts and that it would be time to leave soon.
So I took your hand
And we figured out
That when the tide comes
I'd take you away
As he flew by the lake, his eyes caught a flash of red. Red meant only one thing in Oliver's mind. Percy Weasley.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
When he had first come to Hogwarts, all Oliver had wanted was to be Percy or to be his friend. He seemed perfect. He was smart, kind, beautiful to look at and possessed a keen dry wit. As the weeks had worn by, though, Oliver realized that he was the only one to see Percy in this light. He was young and new to the school and hadn't wanted to be the odd person out in his years at Hogwarts. So, he broke the friendship. Percy in result had even further cut himself off from his housemates and peers.
I'm sinking slowly
So hurry hold me
Your hand is all I have
To keep me hanging on
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Oliver regretted that decision. He'd made new friends, yes. But they hadn't been the real true friends that he some how knew that Percy would have been. His preoccupation with Percy had not lessened over the years; no, it had grown even farther that Oliver had thought he could.
Where you go
When you're gone
He flew the broom lower trying to catch a glimpse of the red head. He hovered behind some trees and stared at the unmoving figure. He was surprised that textbooks didn't surround the other boy.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
He set down gently making an effort not to disturb Percy. As he walked closer, Oliver heard a noise that sounded very similar to crying. Percy was crying?
So lonely inside
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
Oliver stood about fifteen feet behind Percy before he could make out the redhead's words.
All you wanted was
Somebody who cares
If you need me
You know I'll be there
Oh, yeah
"It's so hard to be perfect. To be what everyone expects me to be. I'm so tired. But the work, stress and expectations never seem to end. All I ever really wanted was for someone to want me for me." Percy started to sniffle and laid his head on his knees.
If you want to
I can save you
I can take you away
From here
So lonely inside
Oliver walked over to the sitting boy. He sat next to the Head Boy and grasped one of his cold pale hands. "I've always wanted you for you."
So busy out there
And all you wanted
Was somebody who cares
Their eyes met and there was no need for words. The feelings that they had had for each other as children and had pushed away had grown up and become something bigger than the both of them. It had become... love.
Please can you tell me
So I can finally see
Where you go
When you're gone
Oliver ran his lips over Percy's knuckles as the slighter boy rested his head on the broad shoulders of the Quidditch captain. Shoulders broad enough to help carry the load of being perfect.