Sleep Walking

AN:One from more of a Percy perspective. If you think I own them.... where have you been for the last decade? Slighty PW/OW. Dedicated to skep.

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Percy was tired. No, that doesn't even scratch it. Percy was exhausted, so exhausted he's not sure that's even a strong enough word. It's not even the end of O.W.L.'s and he's pretty sure he's going to drop dead if he doesn't get some sleep soon.

So he picks up his pen again.

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Oliver doesn't crash in from a late night blitz quidditch practice until early in the morning. He's about to flop down on his bed, his head running over all the work he has to catch up on tomorrow... today, when he notices that Percy's bed is empty - it hasn't even been slept in. He leans a head of wet hair against his friend's bedpost and groans. Not just because he's bushwhacked, and damp, and so tired, but because he knows exactly where Percy is and he has no idea how he's going to convince him to leave.

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Percy forcefully places a full stop at the end of his sentence before realising he hasn't actually written anything. He considers slapping himself but his mind isn't working properly right now as it is and he can't afford to lose any brain cells. He wants to put his head down on the table just for a second and the urge is overwhelming but just as he's telling himself he should, shouldn't, should, not should, what? The door bangs open.

"You're insane."

"Hello Oliver."

"I mean, there's actually something wrong with your brain."

"Well, at least I've still got one."

"What?"

"All those quaffles flying around."

Oliver groans again. "I know you don't mean that... you're tired."

"I'm always tired."

"Good, we finally agree on something."

"I need to work, Oliver."

The keeper wanders over and turns the chair, and Percy with it, to face him.

"No, Percy, you need to sleep... please."

The Weasley looks down at his hands and mumbled, "I suppose... maybe... some rest... might help it sink in... ."

"See, I always said you were a smart one," Percy smiled shyly and fiddled with his robe sleeve. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

He held out a hand and after a quick glance at the study room desk Percy took it. Oliver pulled him to his feet and as Percy left the support of the chair he collapsed, pulling them both down to the floor.

"Sorry!"

"Perce."

"What?"

Oliver put an arm around his friend's shoulders. "Go to sleep."

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Apologies: I have had about as much sleep as Percy... so I'm sorry.