A/N: In Percy's final year, he vows to make Oliver his. A Percy/Oliver collection, highlighting different moments in their relationship. Some will be memories, some will be dreams and hopes, all in an effort to make all this happen while they're still at Hogwarts.

Submission for:

Diagon Alley II: Battleships - Books and Broomsticks - Percy/Oliver

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Charms Assignment #11 -Write about a/an lonely/antisocial character finding friendship/love.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 1 - The First Encounter

He listened to the young man sitting across from him at the Gryffindor Table, his passion pouring out in his words and his wildly waving hands. He loved watching Oliver talk about Quidditch, the way his brow knitted when he was working out the intricacies of a play and the twinkle in his eye when he spoke of a spectacular goal. As it was, he was talking to the Gryffindor Chasers, already excited about the games they were obviously going to win with his ingenious and creative plays.

"Don't you think so, Percy?" Oliver asked, the flickering light of the floating candles above reflected in his eyes.

Percy nodded, and Oliver smiled before resuming his conversation. Percy hadn't even been listening too closely, his thoughts focused more on Oliver than what he was saying, but that didn't matter. They both knew that Percy's knowledge of Quidditch couldn't compare to Oliver's, but Oliver always loved to include Percy in his plans, no matter how small.

People often wondered why the pair were friends. They seemed like polar opposites: Oliver was loud and outgoing, sporty and loved talking, while Percy was more quiet and reserved, preferring to study in the library alone instead of being around others. But those people just didn't understand. They were each other's first friend and nothing could change that.

Percy waited at the back of the long line of girls and boys standing before the Hat on the stool with his head cast down. Everyone around him was talking excitedly with the friends they had made on the train, wondering what house they'd go in and what house they didn't want to go in. He had no one to talk to, since he had ridden with Bill and Charlie, and had been too shy to speak to anyone on the boat ride across the Lake.

"Are you excited?" someone asked from behind him.

He looked up to a brown-haired boy smiling at him, his bright eyes waiting for a response.

Percy opened his mouth to say more, but his shyness got the better of him and he chose to nod his head instead.

The boy smiled even wider before he said, "Me too. I think I'll go into Gryffindor. Mum says I'm pretty brave to fly so high on my broom. My cousin, Melissa, just thinks I'm being reckless."

Percy nodded again, but the boy's eyes were still looking at him expectantly. He quietly said, "I don't know what house I'll be in. My brothers are already in Gryffindor, but I'm not brave like them."

The brown-haired boy narrowed his eyes as he studied him, tapping his chin thoughtfully, before he said, "Maybe you'll get into Ravenclaw. You've got glasses and everything!"

Percy's face grew warm. Was he really Ravenclaw material? He had never thought of himself wearing blue and bronze colours, but this boy seemed to believe it was possible just from the fact at he wore glasses.

He was about to say something more when the Hall suddenly grew quiet. "The Sorting is about to beginning," the elderly witch who had led them into the room said as she held a long parchment and began to read the names.

One by one, the line got shorter as each student sat on the stool beneath the Hat before their new house was called, until eventually, the witch reached "W".

"Weasley, Percy," she said.

Percy took a deep breath as he stepped up to the stool. The witch placed the Hat over his head and soon a loud voice filled his ears.

"Oh, another Weasley. Are there more of you?" it asked.

Percy bit his lip, unsure if he should answer the talking Hat, but it didn't seem to mind as it continued speaking, "You have a thirst for knowledge and are devoted follower of the rules. You are very ambitious, your sights aimed at becoming the Minister of Magic. You would do well in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin, but there is another side not even you know about. You want to be brave and courageous like your brothers, and there is one house that will help you achieve that. Let it be GRYFFINDOR!"

The Hat was pulled off his head amidst the clapping of the room, the students at the Gryffindor Table clapping the loudest. He jumped off the stool and sat at the end, offering a small smile to his fellow First Years.

"Wood, Oliver," the elderly witch said.

Percy craned his head up to see the boy from the line walking up to the Hat. So his name was Oliver?

Percy could feel his heart beating in his chest as he waited for the Hat's verdict. Oliver was his first friend outside of his family. Oliver had believed with his whole heart that he would be in Ravenclaw, and though he was wrong, no one else believed in him like that. He didn't want them to separated.

Then the Hat shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" and he joined in with the shouts and applause from his house-mates.

Oliver grinned as he leapt off the stool and ran towards the Gryffindor table, plonking into the vacant seat next to him. "We're going to be house-mates!" he shouted with a wide smile and sparkling eyes.

Percy smiled back, a large smile which covered his entire face. He and his first friend would be house-mates and he couldn't be happier.

"Percy! Percy!"

"What?" he asked, blinking his eyes rapidly as they focused on the person calling to him.

Oliver chuckled before he gestured to the table between them. "The Feast has started. You missed the entire Sorting with your daydreaming."

Percy's face flushed as Katie, Angelina and Alicia giggled around him, before he began filling his plate with food.

Soon, they all lapsed into conversation, but Percy couldn't help getting distracted by Oliver again. Over the years, his feelings for his best friend had become less platonic and more romantic. He often imagined what it would be like to hold Oliver's hands, to gaze into deeply into his eyes, and to place a soft kiss across the Keeper's lips.

Now, they were in their Seventh Year, a year of 'lasts', including the last chance he had to tell his best friend about his feelings. As he listened to Oliver recount a day he had spent with his cousin over the Summer, Percy vowed he would make the most of this year and that included making Oliver his.