Disclaimers: Percy, Oliver, Hogwarts, and Gryffindor, etc. all belong to the wonderful and amazing JK Rowling. "What's Love Got to Do With It" belongs to the also wonderful Tina Turner, and her record company, I'm assuming. I sing it in the shower though. Does that count?

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You must understand


That the touch of your hand

Makes my pulse react

Percy sat at Gryffindor table, trying to concentrate on the bread and butter before him. Oliver's hand was burrowing beneath the elastic waistband of Percy's briefs, and making Percy alternatively pale and blush. Percy's member pulsed and strained, and the redhead shuddered with tension.

"Not here! Not now!" He pleaded to Oliver, frantically whispering in his ear. His eyes darted from side to side, praying no one had noticed or heard.

Oliver looked at him, puzzled, and silently returned to his meal. He was unable to resist his red-headed lover, and his hands crept slowly from his knife and fork to Percy's thigh. They were making their way to his crotch once Percy stood up suddenly. Scarlet-faced, the Weasley turned, and ran swiftly out of the hall.

That its only the thrill


Of boy meeting girl


Opposites attract

Oliver sped down the hallways, desperate to catch up to Percy. He found the redhead sitting against a gargoyle on the seventh floor. Pulling hi up, Oliver hugged him close to his body.

"I'm sorry, love. I just… can't believe it's real. I've wanted this for so long." He stroked Percy's pale cheeks, and wiped away the tears that had traced their course down from the corners of his eyes. He pulled the redhead closer to him, and locked him in a passionate kiss. He held the back of Percy's head, and head twisting slightly, buried his tongue past Percy's lips.

Once more, Percy pulled away. He disentangled himself from Oliver's embrace, and leaned on the wrought-iron railing of the staircase, gazing out the window toward the grey-green lake.

"Why are you doing this, Ollie? Why are you making this harder?", he whispered softly. The Quidditch player grabbed him and spun the redhead around to face him.

"Because I love you!", he growled fiercely, "Because I love you, and I need you, and I want to be with you forever. I love you", he repeated softly.

Its physical

Only logical

You must try to ignore


That it means more than that

Percy stared straight into Oliver's eyes, and said softly, 'No. No. This is not love. This is not about love, or caring, or beautiful feelings. This is sex. This is physical need and the satiation thereof. That's all. That's it. Nothing more. There is nothing more, understand? We were both horny, and wanted someone to kiss and touch, and so we hooked up, that's it. Get it? This is not, never was, and never will be love!"

Oh, what's love got to do, got to do with it


What's love but a second hand emotion


What's love got to do, got to do with it


Who needs a heart

When a heart can be broken

"Love is silliness. Love is the absence of logic, reasoning, or any kind of sense. I don't have the time or patience for it. This is NOT love!", Percy nearly shouted.

It may seem to you


That I'm acting confused


When you're close to me

Oliver looked hurt, and stared at Percy with tears in his rich brown eyes.

"What?", he nearly gasped. "Not love? Then, what about that night in the astronomy tower? What was it then? Didn't you tell me you loved me? Didn't you say all those things that I'd been dying to hear you say? I've loved you, Percy. I gave you my heart and soul. I love you, and I will always love you! What is this? How can you do this after all we've said, and all we've done?"

If I tend to look dazed


I've read it someplace

I've got cause to be

Theres a name for it


Theres a phrase that fits

Percy looked straight into Oliver's face, and shook his head. His blue eyes began to soften a bit, but retained the iciness of before.

"In every book there is to be read, in every source I can find, there's no account of love bringing anything but unhappiness and woe. It is an anomaly, a mistake. It has no classification, no order, there is nothing neat, clean, or organized about it, and it's uncontrollable. I will not let it happen to me."

But whatever the reason


You do it for me

'Whatever we may or may not have had", he said coldly, "and under no circumstances am I admitting that there was any such thing, it's over now. You brought to many unknowns into the equation. You unbalanced it, and destroyed the controls of the experiment. And there can be no reliable results from an experiment without controls.

Oh, what's love got to do with it


What's love but a second hand emotion


What's love got to do with it


Who needs a heart

When a heart can be broken

I've been thinking of a new direction

But I have to say

I've been thinking about my own protection

It scares me to feel that way

"No!", Oliver shouted, "I will not let you do this. You cannot invalidate everything we had. We had something! We had emotion, we had feeling, WE HAD LOVE! Love is not an experiment, or an equation, Perce! This is bullshit! I won't let you do this! How can you do this? Did everything we've said and done over the past two weeks mean nothing to you? Did you really feel nothing? I know you didn't, because I felt it too! Admit it, Percy! You love! You have emotion! YOU ARE HUMAN!"

"You're wrong!" Percy screamed, "Love is an unnecessary weakness in an otherwise perfect structure, a weakness I cannot afford. Whatever I might have felt, whatever we might have had, I can't afford it. It's too dangerous! It's too unknown, too uncontrollable, to difficult, and it disorganizes too much."

What's love got to do, got to do with it


What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion

"Love is for fairytales and romance novels, Oliver. It's only for the damsels in distress and Prince Charmings that love is a gift from heaven which solves all problems. This is real life. Grow up!", Percy, flushed, spat out the words curtly, then turned on his heel, and descended the stone steps quickly. His crisp footsteps could be heard receding into the echo of the main school population below. Oliver held the railing for support, slid softly to the stone floor, and began to silently weep.

What's love got to do, got to do with it


Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

What's love got to do, got to do with it


What's love but a sweet old fashioned notion

What's love got to do, got to do with it


Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken