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Written for;
The Matchmaker Competition.
The Variety Drabble Challenge
The Fanfiction Marathon.
Wordcount Without AN - 203
Hope
There was a time when he knew how to relax. When he wasn't so serious and he could kick back and argue about Quidditch, or play cards, or do something that wasn't studying. There was a time when Oliver was sure that he was the one. There was a time when he'd have done anything to make him happy.
Percy Weasley. Redhead. Geek. Ambitious and serious. But also playful. Funny. Sweet.
That was who Oliver fell in love with. The man who loved his family above everything else. The man who comforted him in the hospital wing when he fell off his broom. The man who kissed him so sweetly in the privacy of their dorm.
Oliver missed that Percy.
The Percy he saw now, only peripherally mind you, since he no longer had time for Oliver, was not the Percy Oliver had known.
But Oliver had hope.
Hope for a better future.
Hope that Percy would come back.
Hope that they would get the happily ever after they'd always talked about.
Oliver had hope, and until one of them was dead or married, he would always hold it close to his heart, praying for his hope to make his dreams come true.