A/N: The fics will jump around as far as time is concerned. Also, the relationship will change around, depending how the prompt inspires me.

They were young, barely into their first year at Hogwarts, and innocent. When Percy wasn't looking, Oliver would steal little glances, counting freckles on the other boy's skin, praying he wouldn't be caught staring.

He knew he fancied the fussy, bossy redhead within minutes of their first hello. There was something about him that Oliver found intriguing, that sent a flurry of fluttering butterflies banging about inside his stomach. It felt like falling. It was the knowledge that the crash was inevitable but holding on to the high it brought as he tumbled down.

Not that Oliver would ever voice what he felt. He was young and infatuated. Percy Weasley was just a crush, just curiosity at its finest. That's would they would tell him if they knew. After all, eleven was too young to be so sure of what he wanted.

So the boy contented himself with stolen glances, never knowing that, when Oliver looked away, Percy would watch him too, praying not to get caught.