This is slash, meaning male/male relations. If no like, do not read. Also, this is dedicated to caraotd, sunsetmog and Tuuli, whose fics bought me into the percy and oliver slash world. This is dedicated to you guys. On another note, Tuuli, if you are reading this I hope you will continue that percy/oliver fic Forget Me Not soon. It is brilliant.

Chapter One –

Epilogue – A perfect Life.

It was an average Saturday morning in this household.

The alarm went off at exactly 6: 30 am, waking a red haired young man from a rather peaceful slumber. He opened one eye first to test the glare and thus finding it was not too bad, proceeded to open his other so that bright blue eyes surveyed the room before him. It was sparteine, consisting mainly of the queen size bed and a side table that had a chest of draws underneath, all made from a dark red wood. His covers were red and green chequered that resembled a pattern of a Scottish kilt. At a far corner by the lonely window was a tall cupboard where he stored his clothes and other personal artefacts such as his work briefcase and ministry robes. Besides from that the room was completely void of anything. Nothing personal such as photos of family and friends were on the walls or any flat surface while the walls were just a beige colour with no thought of the man using wallpaper or giving in another coat of paint to brighten it up. But it was like it's resident – practical and efficient. And that's all that mattered to him.

It was all that mattered to Percy Weasley.

With the alarm still blaring out load and breaking whatever sleep had once held him, the red haired man threw back the doona cover and the crisp green sheets and hauled his lanky body out of the warm cocoon. His body immediately shivered as cold winter air caressed it while he stood up, his long feet touching equally chilling wood floorboards. He was skinny in frame and was only clad in pale white jocks. Cursing about having no inner heating and wishing he had the incentive to actually get a higher paying job so he could move into one that did, he quickly grabbed the nearest item of clothing that offered warmth – an old tattered dressing robe in pale blue and as fluffy as a newborn chicken. Tying the belt secure around his narrow waist, the third eldest Weasley made his way into the kitchen that was directly in front of him after the small bedroom after he exited it and into a narrow hallway.

The kettle was put on; the toaster topped with multi grain bread and a small bowl bowel from a top shelf in the cupboard above was filled halfway with some oatmeal. As the water boiled and the toaster cooked, Percy let his gaze wander around the room until it travelled outside and over the rooftops of the many houses that littered his landscape. His apartment was situated in Diagon Alley, just above a small restaurant called The Yellow Bellied Dragon. It was quite peaceful despite the noise but that was not unusual as it was still early morning and the rush hour breakfast people would not arrive really until after seven, after which time he would be gone to his job at the Ministry Of Magic. It was still a simple 9 to 5 job but it suited him at the moment, especially since his circumstances had changed considerably since the past few years. With so many unexpected editions added to his life, some better than others. Speaking of which…..

" Thomas! Time to get up!"

A small child no older than five peeked around the doorway, a huge smile on his cheerful little face, which in turn made Percy smile despite his obvious tiredness. He watched from the corner of his eye as the child scampered quietly towards him and trying to remain out of his view, but he did not know that Percy could see him still. He still acted surprised when little arms wrapped around his legs from behind and smiled when he heard the child squeal with delight when Percy picked him up and swung him around in the kitchen before placing the boy gently on his hip.

" Did you sleep well Thomas?" Percy asked. The boy smiled and nodded and wrapped both arms around Percy's neck, resting his small head on his shoulders as he watched him pour the porridge and some tea into a mug.

" Do you want some porridge or some cereal?"

" I want pancakes!"

Percy rolled his eyes. " I don't have time for pancakes today Thomas. Cereal or porridge?"

The boy frowned, shaking his head from side to side. " Want pancakes, not cereal or porridge!"

Percy smiled at the small frown and the way the child's brown eyes were tinged with annoyance. He could tell exactly what was going on in the boy's mind just by looking at his face. It was so expressive.

So much like his father's face…..

" I've got no time to argue Thomas Weasley. Cereal or Porridge?"

Thomas sighed heavily, much more than a normal four year old would, then smiled again and wrapped his arms around his neck and tucked his head under his father's chin. "Cereal then Daddy."

" Cornflakes or Coco Pops?"

The smile got wider if that was possible then. " Coco Pops!"

Percy smiled. ' Alright then. I'll get your cereal if you go shower and get dressed. We'll be leaving soon so hurry."

Thomas smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before Percy placed him on the floor, grinning as he watched his son scamper away down the hall to his room at the opposite end of the small apartment. He got the coco pops and another bowel from the top shelf, pouring it quickly and placing the box back into it's place and getting the milk out and after pouring that, placed it immediately back in the fridge. By the time he had placed his and Thomas's breakfast on the small dining table that was situated by the window there was only fifteen minutes left until they had to go. Realising this he knew he had to rush.

" Thomas," he yelled up the hall. " Your breakfast is ready! I'm going to get dressed for work so eat up so we can go as soon as you are done."

" Okay Daddy!" a small voice yelled back from the closed bathroom door.

It took Percy only ten minutes to throw on his ministry suit and tie ( only slightly crumpled from yesterday ), saving the cloak and folded it over his arm and grabbed his battered old briefcase from the doorway from his room. A quick glance in the dresser mirror shower his normal immaculate red hair was scruffy and sticking out at odd ends, but he had no time to comb it. His horn rimmed glasses he got rid off a couple of years ago, opting to get his vision fixed at one of those muggle laser eye surgery places he had read about. Overall with the glasses gone and his hair slightly scruffy he had to admit he didn't look to bad, but with his narrow face and pasty freckled complexion he was still silently glad Thomas had not taken on any of his looks. As he appeared back into the kitchen he saw said boy was already at the table eating his cereal, a small school bag loaded with books at the foot of his seat. But he was still wrapped up in his towel and his hair-dripping wet from the shower. When Thomas saw his Dad standing there gaping at him all he did was give him a broad, tooth riddled smile. Percy smiled despite himself again, placing the case and his robes by his own chair next to Thomas', he quickly got stuck into his own breakfast.

" So, what have you got on at playgroup today?"

" Mrs Rankin is going to teach us how to paint and draw shapes today."

" That sounds good."

" Yeah. And after that we can build sand castles and play soccer and basketball."

"Sounds good, " he muttered, finishing the last remnants of his porridge and polishing off his tea in two gulps before walking the dishes over to the kitchen and placing them into the sink. Percy turned to see that his child was still nursing his coco pops while trying to read the comic strip on the back of the box at the same time. He was so lost in reading the comic that he was starting to spill cereal and milk all over the table as well as his dressing robe.

" Thomas, finish up. We got to go."

Thomas looked up and pouted, his little hazel eyes going wide as saucers and the fringe of his mouse-like chocolate brown hair nearly falling into his line of vision. It was a look Percy knew all to well, and at any other time would have relented and gave in to, but now was not the time.

" But I haven't finished reading the comic yet Daddy."

Percy frowned. " Well you should of got up earlier young man. Now scoot! Get dressed and I'll take care of the dishes."

Thomas continued to pout but obeyed and quickly left the room and scurried up the hallway and Percy was soon rewarded for his patience with his son with a loud bang of a door being slammed shut in obvious anger. He sighed and collected the dishes, not bothering to mop up the spilt milk and cereal before placing them with his dishes in the sink. Making sure his son's door was still shut Percy quickly retrieved his wand from the inner pocket of his jacket and, muttering a quick cleansing and wiping spell had the dishes done in seconds. Another wave and muttering sent the dishes and plates and cutlery back into their rightful places. He then stowed away his wand again and just in time too as his son came scampering back in the room, and Percy almost laughed out load when he saw the look of total shock on the young boy's face.

Percy grinned. ' Keep your mouth open like that Thomas and flies will get in."

" You always clean up so quickly Daddy. How do you do it?"

Percy smiled as he scooped up his son and placed him on his hip as he looked over his son's choice of outfit. Typically it was a sporty affair with jeans and a polo top that looked like a baseball jersey. Topped off with red sneakers and the Yankees cap pulled down over his brown hair and the blue and yellow sports backpack ( with Ninja Turtles plastered all over it ), he looked more like going to a sports day than day care.

" Ready to go?"

Thomas smiled. " Ready and waiting."

" Then let's get going."

Percy Weasley sighed, his gaze already making him dread already coming into the office that day. After he had dropped off Thomas at Mrs Parkin's Day Care Centre that was situated at the opposite building from where he worked he thought the hardest part of the day was over. Now, looking at the stacks of papers and numerous stick-ons plastered all over his computer screen he thought he should have thought better than to think like that.

Percy was now a reporter for a local newspaper in London called The Freedom Express, a small, not very profitable truth be told, newspaper that dared to tell the truth about public figures in government, sport and otherwise that the other ' big ' newspapers didn't dare touch in fear of being sued. He had gotten the job on default as no one happened to turn up on the day of interviews, but the boss liked his enthusiasm and the fact they needed ' new blood ' as he put it, so he was hired on a part time basis. He got out now and then, covering local soccer matches and occasionally movie premiers as his position was in the entertainment industry side of things, but lately he was allocated to a desk job now, editing others work before they got published. It was good work, and helped pay the bills, but what he most liked about it was it kept his mind occupied.

God, your killing me here….

From thinking about things.

A hand grabbing his butt between denim jeans, slowly tracing the curve before grasping it, heaving the slender form onto the kitchen table, sending dinner plates and casserole spiralling to the once clean floor.

Things that should not be thought about.

Hot breathe on his neck, bathing it in a subtle cascade of warmth as the hand continued to toy with his ass, the other tracing his face, delicately and with a slight sense of urgency. The other hand making short work of blue and yellow shaded robes, revealing an athletic figure in tight blue jeans and a red turtleneck…

Things that made the heat rise to his facing, making it blush as he tried desperately to finish today's workload before he had to pick up his son at two thirty…..

" We can't do this, not here…"

" Fuck it," the voice growled in his ear, rough, calloused hands now running through fire red hair that curled slight with sweat and natural genetics, a cheek, lightly covered with day old growth, rubbed up against a smooth one as the athletic figure began to slowly, teasingly, grind their still clothed hips together. The figure turns, and suddenly dark hazel eyes meet dazzled blue. A smile forms on the one on top as he brings a hand up to his cheek, cupping it gently and slowly caressing.

" Mr Weasley…"

The one pinned down brings his legs around the narrow hips of the other, pulling him closer if that was humanly possible. A growl of delight is heard, from which of the two neither can be sure, but it was one of definite approval of what the red haired one was doing. The calloused hands left his face and slowly travelled south towards the top buttons of his jeans, though the brown eyed boy refused to break eye contact with his companion. The fingers reached it's target and slowly pried open a button. Hazel eyes flicker slight, and the man looks uncertain for a minute.

" Excuse me Mr Weasley. It's two thirty. Isnt it time …."

" Do you want me to stop?"

The red haired man smiles and leans up slight to plant a kiss on the other's rosy lips.

" I want to, if it's you."

" MR WEASLEY! WAKE UP!"

Percy was snapped awake, and was suddenly looking at his boss Mr Attkinson. He was a slightly balding man in his mid fifties with a large pot -belly and a small moustache under a stubby nose and highly rosy cheeks. Dressed in too tight trousers and a checker long sleeved shirt that was nearly bursting at the seams, he looked like he was annoyed about something, and almost immediately Percy knew it was him.

" Sorry Sir. What was the problem?"

His boss smiled.

" You were daydreaming Weasley. I was trying to tell you it is two thirty already. Don't you have to pick up Thomas now?"

Percy's eyes widened.

" Thank you Sir. I hope you don't mind me leaving now. I'll be in early tomorrow and finish the correspondence off I swear."

" I hope so Mr Weasley. Now get going."

Percy smiled and quickly grabbing his coat and battered bag, bid his well meaning boss farewell and exited his office, hoping against all the odds that he would not be keeping his son waiting too long.

" It was really cool Daddy! I stopped two goals without even getting hurt!"

Percy smiled as he listened to his son explain how his soccer game went today at recess as they were walking back to the apartment. It was only a half hour walk from his office and Thomas's day care centre so it would not take long, but for the moment he was enjoying the many stories his son told him about his friends and how his teacher was thinking how Thomas was going on. It would have sounded tedious coming from someone else, but the way his son always said things with such unbridled enthusiasm made it seem much more interesting than it actually was to someone who didn't really follow sports.

Soon however they were back at their small little home, and as Percy slipped the key into the lock and opened the door his son made a beeline to his bedroom, saying he wanted to change and then sit down and explain his saves in more detail to him while they had some supper. It was just as well Thomas ran ahead and down the hall too, because just then a movement caught his eye by the small kitchen window, and what he saw nearly made him drop the groceries and his briefcase in surprise and complete shock.

It was an owl. And it had a letter attached to it's leg.

Quickly he moved across the room and opened the window, taking the letter from the owl and then saw it stick out it's other leg which had a small pouch attached to it, big enough for sickles of nuts. A curse escaped his lips. A quick glance behind him told him Thomas was still in his room, so he was able to grab his work case and rummaged through a small pouch in the side until he came with two sickles and a bronze nut before shoving them rather roughly into the pouch. The brown owl gave a small hoot that sounded oddly annoyed at his treatment, but otherwise nodded in kind and was soon airborne in the London sky. Percy quickly glanced at the letter and almost had a heart attack.

TO MR PERCY WEASLEY

123 COLUMBUS AVENUE

LONDON UK

He didn't need to flip it over to see who it was from. He recognised the messy writing in an instant. Would have recognised it anywhere even after all these years.

A hand mad quick work of his jean buttons, before roughly shove them down to his ankles as a rough clinking sound of the belt buckle hit the tiled floor. A moment later, as the red head watched in fascination, black briefs were revealed as his companion made short work of his own pants. The faint stitching of Quidditch Champion he could make out on the waiste band, accompanied by little pics of snitches and quaffles. The brown eyed man laughed a bit, making the red head frown in amusement. His companion pointed at his own briefs, which were white and plain and starched within an inch of their life.

" Why do you still wear those love? After all these years?"

A frown. " They suit me. An they are just underwear."

The man smiled before lowering himself back completely over the man still laid flat on the table, a slight gasp escaping the red haired man as their obvious arousal touched between thin layers of cotton and satin. Brown eyed met blue again as the brown eyed man smiled, his hair again stroked a freckled cheek while the other ran a trail gently through his now unkept hair. He just could not stop touching him.

" Daddy? Are you okay Daddy?"

Percy spun around, the letter falling from his grasp and into the sink. His son was standing behind him, dressed in his blue and green sleep pants and a Manchester United gersey with a look of worry on his face. Small hazel eyes were frowned and full of worry.

" You were quiet for a while daddy and I called you four times. Are you all right?"

Percy smiled.

" Of coarse Thomas. Just a rough day at work. Why don't you go play your Playstation for a while as I get dinner ready okay?"

Thomas didn't look like he bought it, but nodded and trotted out of the kitchen and into their cramped lounge room and a few seconds later the sound of a rowdy soccer stadium filled the once quiet void of the apartment. Percy immediately grabbed the letter and slipped it into his back pocket and, letting go of a breath he didn't know he had been holding while his son was there, set about making dinner.

Dinner went well as always. Thomas ate like a pig while trying to relay his keeping exploits to Percy with a full mouth packed to capacity. Then later, tucking the four year old into bed and reading him a bedtime story and kissing him goodnight before switching the night light on and closing the door, he finally was able to face what he had been dreading. He was sitting on his bed, dressed only in white boxer shorts and a flimsy t shirt as he looked at the small letter as if it were a bomb about to rip his life apart. And for all intents and purposes it could. But he had to face it sooner or later so it was with a trembling hand he opened the letter. He slowly took out the peace of parchment, which was carefully rolled up with a stamped seal of Puddlemere United Quidditch Team all on the seal. His blue eyes scanned the note. It may have been short but it was everything he had dreaded in four years.

Percy,

I tried getting in contact with you through your family and was surprised you have not spoken to them in four years. That's about the same time you stopped speaking to me after we…… well, I want to talk about that as well. What is wrong with you Percy? Why are you hiding from us? From our world?

Please get back to me,

Oliver.

A single tear escaped Percy's eye as he read the letter. How was he going to face this. Not after everything. Not after…

The brown eyed boy smiled.

" I think something is happening here Perce."

A small smile. " And what is that Oliver?"

A chuckle, another slow caress of freckled skin, then…

" I think I may be falling in love with you."

Tbc…..

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