Summary: All Percy does is study and Oliver is just as badly obsessed with Quiddich as Percy is with school. Some people don't think that's a good thing and decide to do something about it.
Disclaimer: So not mine, all of this. Sad, but true. I just invented the plot (if you can call it a plot). All the characters etc. HP-stuff here belongs to the master-mind J.K. Rowling.
Warnings: Terrible, terrible, terrible slashy things coming ahead (altough the first three parts are totally gay-free)! Typos and some random and scary misspelling!
Timeline and stuff: Takes place behind the scenes of 'The Prisoner Of Azkaban' book if I didn't count it all wrong (it is Percys and Olivers last year at Hogwards, right?). And let's all imagine that Percy and Penelope only dated for a while and then broke up.
A/N: Let's also imagine that you don't notice my typos and spelling errors! I haven't got a beta-reader, I should, yes, I know, but I'll do my best.
So, this is my first attempt at writing a bit longer story. If I get exited I'll make this a looooooong story, 'cause I've got many ideas I could use. Read and review and tell me what you think. And tell me also if you have any ideas!
I have read some Oliver/Percy storys and I know that this idea is a bit of a cliché but if everyone else gets to use it, then I want, too! (it's only fair, isn't it?)
Well, on with the story.Here it starts!
Get A Life! (Otherwise We'll Get One For You) Part I: Introdusing The Guys With No Life
Through the soft, white clowds to the light blue, beautiful sky, dodging a few birds and diving back to the clowds again, a sudden sweep near the ground, almost touching it with his feet and then suddenly straight up again to the sky. Difficult pirouettes, dangerous dives, magnificent, mind-blowing speeds and gentle, beautiful flying – Oliver Wood was in the air like a fish in the sea.
To say it straight, he was damn good. And apart from being just 'damn good' he wanted to become ever better. That was, in fact, why he also today was flying on the Quiddich pitch. He was, indeed, studying.
He even had a book with him. Though, he had left it on the ground and only sweeped down to it every now and then to check if he had gotten his moves right. After all, you couldn't possibly learn Quiddich from books! But he could always try to copy some of the famous keepers and other players and their even more famous moves and then do his own versions of them. And this is what he was doing now. He had tried to copy the Wronski Feint, a legendary seeker move he had seen on a sports magazine Quiddich Today a few weeks ago. Of course he had heard of it before, but never had he seen such a good picture of it. He had decided to learn how to do it and then teach it to their Gryffindor house team seeker – the famous Harry Potter who would definetly learn it, after a while, as he was talented but unfortunately hadn't known about Quiddich for a long time – he himself had introduced The Savior Of The Wisarding World to the wonders of Quiddich. But anyway, this was going to be a great move for their team. It was always good to have new tricks in the pocket when it came to Quiddich games. Especially with Slytherins. They, for sure, had also managed to train themselves many new (illegal) ways to beat others down.
Some said that Oliver was obsessed with Quiddich, others tought that he just loved the game and the rest didn't give a damn. He did, in fact, seem to have a little obsession with it. Before big games all he could read, talk and understand had to have something to do with Quiddich. But nevertheless, Oliver seemed to have a nice life including Quiddich, friends and school. At that exact order: 1. Quiddich 2.Friends and 3. School and other stuff. His parents didn't like his order priorities, but undestood anyway that sports were a good hobby.
Oliver himself thought that Quiddich was the purpose of his life and that everything else (including also friends and school) was just something he had to do because others wanted him to. He didn't see anything extraordinary in his love gor the sport. Some people said that the most important thing in their life was friends, some thought family was the only thing that mattered, others loved school and Oliver preferred Quiddich above all. His friends did matter quite a lot to him and he didn't actually hate school either, but it was this sport that mattered the most. To say it clearly, he was pretty happy about his life as it was. But that didn't stop him from writing every evening one or two lines to his ever-growing pile of poems, many of them including the important theme called "love".
There were, anyhow, some people who tought that Oliver needed some, well, that 'he needed a life', like Muggles use to say. More precisely, the few people tought that Oliver needed someone to mend his terrible Quiddich dependence.
And now you'll ask who these people were? Where would the fun be if we would reveal them already? We'll get to that later.
Books. There was no end to the books. And to the homework that seemed to keep this person alive. Transfiguration, Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Divignation, Arithmancy... this model-student sure took his studies seriously. He had signed up for almost every possible course. Percy Weasleys bed was his office, witch, in his case, ment that it was full of books and papers and other school-stuff and that he lived on it. He did, of course, study in the library, too and sometimes even in the Gryffindor common room also, but those were really way too noicy places to think.
And think he did. Like now when he was bent over a difficult Arithmancy exercise trying to figure out the answer. He loved riddles and knowledge like they were the only things that kept him alive (Well, in fact, they were, but that's not the point). And he loved to read.
He had learnt how to read when he was five and since then had read just about all the text he had gotten under his nose. He didn't read just school stuff, but also novels. School stuff was, of course, the biggest part of what he read but he did read novels, too, when he had time. He didn't care much about the horror or fantacy novels, but he had read some of those genres, too. With romance novels, on the other hand, he had a twisted love/hate-relationship. He liked and enjoyed the storys very much but they always made him feel a bit sad and lonely. Anyway, he almost all the time had one romance novel on his bedtable waiting for him to read it after homeworks were done.
He loved it when he could realise on a class that he already knew the subject and that what the Professor tried to teach them was mostly the same information that he already had read from his beloved books. He also loved to be a Prefect. Oh, he had been so proud when he had gotten the badge! It ment that at least someone thought he was worth some respect and trust.
Most people didn't really know who Percy was. After all, Prefects weren't heros like Quiddich players. Those who did know him didn't really have anything to say about him. Usually people thought he was a bit bossy, loved shoolwork (witch ment that he was some kind of weirdo) and also most of them knew that he had dated Penelope Clearwater, a girl who was a lot more popular person than he was.
Percy thought his life was somewhat perfect. He had had some bad time when he had broken up with Penelope, but now that he tought of it, he didn't understand how he could have actually standed the girl with all his giggling friends and impossible whims. He was better alone.
But there was, once again, few people who had some other ideas about Percys life. Percy, too, 'needed a life'. And, again, to those people all Percy needed to cure his terrible school-problem was someone special.
Part II: The Love Squad
And thus, to save these two poor boys from their un-healthy hobbies their close friends, and in Percys case, also relatives, decided to do something.
As The Weasley Twins decided to do this, they also realised one little problem: they had no idea how to pair people up, in other words, how to get two people together. And as it was about Percy and Oliver, who happened to be both terribly anti-romantic, they also decided to find some assistants to this important mission. They needed girls.
Alicia Keyes, from Gryffindor Quiddich house team did more than agree with the them about Oliver needing some loving. After The Twins told her about Percy she also understood his situation and agreed gladly to help the boys find some love.
Also Hermione Granger, the bright wich going her third year but already knowing a lot more of Spells, Transfiguration and probably everything else school-stuff than The Twins, agreed that both Oliver and Percy seemed to need someone special in their lifes. She promised to help as long as it didn't disturb her school-work.
And as it was about The Twins' elder brother in question they also wanted a Percy-expert in their squad. Percy had always had a soft spot when it came about his littlesister. And it wasn't very hard to convince that Ginny Weasley that her brother needed some action as she really did know quite much about his bigbrother.
So did the mission impossible begin. Fred and George Weasley, Alicia Keyes, Hermione Granger and Ginny Weasley started to plot big things. The said mission wasn't going to be very easy, but it didn't stop this lot. They were on an important mission, on the mission of Love, on the mission to find Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley their soulmates!
"The first step in finding love for someone is to find out what kind of people do they like", said Angelina firmly when the Love Squad, as they now called themselves (Hermione and Ginny had invented the name) was sitting in the almost deserted common room.
"Oh, really?", Fred asked a surprised expression on his face, earning only a small laugh from Ginny and a smile from Angelina.
"So. What do you think? Let's start with Woody, what kind of honey he needs?", asked George ignoring his now grinning brother.
"I think, for Wood, they should be intresteed in Quiddich, at least a bit", said Ginny, "as he is, anyway, a Quiddich Captain..."
"Well, it might also be good if she had some totally different intrest, like school, writing, music or something, you know, opposites attract ... or something", said Hermione thoughtfully.
"I think they definetly should like Quiddich a bit, but not be a player or anything like that themselfs. I mean tha tit wouldn't probably work at all if they'd be his greatest fan or something... but it wouldn't be very nice if they didn't like Quiddich at all...", Angelina reasoned, "that game still has a lions share of Woodys heart."
"It's going to be damn hard to try to find someone who doesn't admire the Gryffindor Quiddich Captain... I guess we should pair dear Woody to some Slytherin?", Fred sneered.
"Hell no, no Slytherins!", George startled, "But, well, it's up to Woody in the end anyway. I guess we really should think about Slytherins as a possibility. There would at least be the Hermiones opposite-thing, too. I think we should go for that..."
"Yeah. Woody does need someone who understands his obsession but isn't obsessed. Well, not at least with Quiddich, you know what I mean", said Ginny nodding to her brother.
"Great, so now we can pass the few people in all the four Quiddich Teams and have only the rest of the school left!", Fred smirked.
"So... for Wood we try to find someone who isn't a Quiddich-freak and but understands his obsession", George summed up, "Let us know if you guys get any more ideas."
"And what about our dear older brother Percy?", Fred asked, "what should we try to find for him?"
"Personally I think the perfect opposite wouldn't work with him. He seems to need a girl who understands his school-enthusiasm. It is important to him. So, maybe a girl who also likes school?", Hermione said quickly and suddenly realized that she herself matched perfectly the description. "Er, I mean ... not anyone like me, 'cause... well, someone like me might be a bit too much intresteed in school... but not any kind of total school-hater... or anything... you know" she rambled fast blushing a bit.
"As anyway I know him better than any of you, I think I'm right when I say that Hermione has got a point there. Percy needs someone who can make him relax a bit, yes, but he can't stand people who don't understand that school is important. I mean that, well, I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you this...", Ginny looked at the others carefully as if measuring their ability to shut up and then continued, "Well, I guess it was a bit obvious, too, but the main reason to Percy breaking up with Penelope was that she never understood Percy when he wanted to study instead of romantic moonlight walks or dinners or dates. Percy didn't feel himself very acknowledged around her and her friends who never cared about school." After ending her Percy-lecture Ginny turned to look at the others and asked "So, got any other views?"
"I think you're right. But I think we must remember that Percys 'someone' can't be just as workaholic as he is, so that she they get Percy relax a bit and take it easy", Angelina said and Ginny nodded.
"Yep. So, for Percy we'll try to find a modle-student who also can have fun, right?", George summed also the Percy-matter.
"Oh, one more thing... I think Percy once said that he prefers short-haired brunettes, if that helps at all", Ginny told the others smiling somewhat unsure.
George stared "Okay, a short-haired-brunet-modle-student-who-is-able-to-have-fun, then for our Perce", he corrected grinning at the weird fact.
"And, well, I always could try to talk to Percy about what kind of people he likes...", his littlesister said.
"That sounds useful! You'll be our Percy-spy!", Angelina said grinning and then she got an idea; "And you know what? As I happen to be Olivers friend, I can be our Woody-spy! We'll both try to get some useful facts out of our victims and then tell others if we find out something, right?"
"Now we're talking business!", exclaimed Fred.
"Exactly!", George said, "Okay, you two", he looked at Ginny and Angelina, "you take care of the 'spying', and we others", he eyed Hermione and Fred, "we shall try to play amor and find their perfect matches!"
"So we'll just look for girls that fill the criterions?", Hermione asked.
"Dear, dear, why just girls?", Fred asked, looking a bit shocked of Hermiones lack of tolerance, causing the girl to look equally, but at her case genually, shocked of Freds huge tolerance.
"Well, I guess we'll count boys in, too, if they really match...", she said, realizing it probably was a joke, "...but I do think they're both very straight."
"You never know", George said and quickly glanced at his watch yawning, "I guess it's bed time...", he said.
"To bed now, kids, and good night...", Fred said and stood up.
"...don't let the bed bugs bite!", finished his twin also getting to his feet and the brothers strolled towards the boys dormitories.
The tree girls also set off for bed climbing the stairs to the girls dorms. "Those boys... Queer-jokes are always a good way to end a decent conversation...", muttered Hermione making Angelina laugh.
Ginny just grinned and from her dorm door blurted out: "What jokes? Good night."
Angelina laughed siletly and also disappeared to her dorm after saying a quick "Good night" to the very shocked Hermione.
A/N: Okay, this WAS supposed to become just a long one-shot, but it just ... well, didn't fit. It became a bit too big. Not too long but too big, if you understand (if you don't then don't even try). The II part end is not quite good. Well, I don't like it. I think it's boring. But what can you do, it's not a very action-filled anyway.
But I'm quite happy that I finally got this story started. I have the final three parts planned on paper but not yet written (tough I have started the third one!), so if you have any ideas, just write a review and tell me. And anyway, I'm not going to post the next ones before I get at least one review!
Ha. Yep, I'm just SO mean! Mwahaha!
But, please, do review!