[All characters belong to J.K Rowling; I did not create them or Harry Potter. This is strictly following the Percy/Oliver ship and is not recommended for people under the age of 17.]

A Little Excitement:

Percy was sitting at home, reading the Daily Prophet. He was waiting for Oliver to come home from Quidditch. Oliver had promised that afterward they'd go shopping, Percy was rather excited, Oliver never liked shopping much at all, he went very seldom in fact, but he knew Percy enjoyed his company. Oliver walked in no more than five minutes later and smiled at Percy.

"I'm home Perce," Oliver had announced rather happily.

Percy looked up from the paper. He was glad Oliver was finally home, perfect timing as well.

"Great, I know you're tired, so I'll let you rest, we can go in an hour or two"

Oliver smiled, he knew Percy was excited to go and was glad he could contain that excitement for after he had rested a bit.

"I'll think I'll go shower and then we can go, that sound okay?"

Percy nodded, walking over to Oliver and giving him a soft kiss.

"Just perfect Oliver."

Percy watched Oliver walk up the stairs to their bedroom, he admired Oliver's body. He loved it, absolutely craved it, but was going to be patient. He had to be; he couldn't just go and kiss the man he longed for without so much as him having to work for it a little. Percy went back and sat down, he listened…

*running water*. Oliver had started the shower, Percy tried to stay seated, his body fighting against him, he forced himself to stay in the chair. Oliver stepped into the shower, tossing his clothes aside. Percy could hear every step Oliver made; Percy remained silent, listening to Oliver. How he longed for Oliver, he wanted him badly; he could feel it all through him. Percy stood, walking up to the bedroom. Oliver, unaware of Percy's presence in the bedroom, went on with his shower. Percy sat on the bed, waiting for when Oliver walked in, he had an idea. Percy wanted to play the forceful one this time, he knew Oliver wouldn't expect it; he had the advantage this time. Oliver stepped out the shower, not finding the need for a towel, walked into the bedroom naked. Percy went wide eyed at this magnificent sight, this absolutely stunning man in front of him. Naked. He was perfect, Percy didn't need to think, he had it planned as he stood from the bed, grabbing Oliver's wrists and pinning them to the wall. Oliver looked at him somewhat startled.

"What are you doing Perce?"

Percy spent no time to answer his love; he immediately pressed his lips to Oliver's forcefully, as Oliver had done to him so many times before. Oliver didn't protest to this, immediately kissing Percy back with just as much force. Percy removed his hands from Oliver's wrists; Oliver worked on getting Percy's clothes off. He wanted Percy as badly as Percy wanted him. They soon found themselves on the bed, the sheets clinging to their sweaty skin. They were enjoying the sudden burst of excitement they were getting from each other, neither were letting up, Percy found his hands running down Oliver's body. In other instances Oliver's fingers were tangled in Percy's curly ginger hair. Their bodies pressed against each other in a heap of passion and intense love. Nearly an hour passed by, neither of them noticed. Oliver lay next to Percy, smiling widely, both forgetting the time, no longer thinking of shopping. Instead, they both just lay there and smiled at each other, until calling it a night.