DISCLAIMER:
No matter how badly I want to own them all, I don't. I wish I did. I'd have money. And I'd also have the fifth book, and possibly the sixth, out already. *shrug* Doncha WISH I were JKR? *wink*Author's Notes
: This is my first Oliver/Percy. I don't know how I did… I hope alright. It's not long… just a little glimpse. Hope you enjoy! Please R/R!Congratulations
By Katie of Gryffindor
Oliver Wood was the first out of the showers in the locker room and wrapped a big, fluffy, white towel around his waist. He picked up another, smaller towel to dry off his hair.
Towel over his head, the Quidditch Captain meandered to his belongings. He stood at the end of the long bench, still drying his hair. Then he heard someone clear their throat.
As he whipped the towel off his head, the uninvited guest commented.
"Damn. Looks like I missed the shower, didn't I?"
Oliver's eyes grew to the size of the Bludgers he'd just been dodging for the last four hours. Seated before him was none other than the object of his affections for the last year and a half.
"P-P-Percy?!?"
Percy Weasley sat straddling the bench and looked up at Oliver sweetly. "Hey there, Oliver."
"Wh-wh-what are you doing here?" cried Oliver.
"Just wanted to congratulate you on your win," said Percy matter-of-factly. He stood.
"Erm. Don't you usually do that at the party in the common room?" asked Oliver.
The Head Boy sighed and, after swinging one leg over the bench to meet the other, started toward the Captain. "Yes, but this was for the Cup. This game was much more important than all those other ones."
Oliver had to agree there. For the first time in years, Gryffindor had finally won the Quidditch Cup. "But Perce, why couldn't you just wait till the party to congratulate me?" He looked down at his nearly-naked body. "I'm not really dressed for the occasion."
Percy's eyes traveled over the other boy's body, and he smiled. "Oh, that's alright. I just wanted to give you a little-. A little present, shall we say."
Oliver looked around the red-head, searching for some sort of gift that might be lying around. "P-P-Present?"
Percy nodded, smirking. "Are you always this articulate?" Oliver sent him a look that clearly stated 'Shut up and get on with it.' Percy took another step toward Oliver. "Close your eyes, Woodsy."
Oliver closed his eyes obediently. He could feel Percy moving closer and closer to him. All of a sudden, he felt soft lips pressed gently against his. Then, as quickly as they had come, they were gone again.
Oliver's eyes fluttered open again to see Percy walking to the exit.
"See you at the party, Oliver. Oh-" Percy stopped, his hand on the knob. "One more thing."
"What's that?" asked Oliver, still trying to recover from the kiss.
"Congratulations." With that, Percy exited, leaving Oliver standing there, amazed and still quite unclothed.
"Who was that, Ollie?" asked Harry Potter, emerging from the showers toweling off his head. The rest of the team was appearing slowly and in various stages of wetness.
Oliver was still staring at the door where Percy had stood just a moment ago. "Just Percy," said the still-stunned Oliver quietly.
"Oh?" Harry looked up at Oliver curiously. "What did he want?" asked Harry. He pulled on a pair of boxer shorts and looked at his Captain, who was still standing in shock.
Oliver smiled faintly. "He just wanted to say congratulations."