This is for the One Line Competition 3. Not where I thought this was going to go when I first read the prompt but this is what happened. Enjoy!

Late into the night, the snow fell and fell. It covered the ground outside Hogwarts and the Black Lake was frozen over. It looked like a winter wonderland.

Inside the castle, students were preparing for bed or huddled around the fireplaces already organizing snowball fights and other various snow-related activities. Percy and Oliver sat by the window in the Gryffindor common room playing wizard's chess. Most of the Gryffindors had already gone up to bed except for the two boys and a group of sixth year girls in the corner. Percy was dominating Oliver at the game as usual though Oliver insisted that it was because he was distracted by the weather and the damper it would put on Quidditch training.

"I suppose I could hold practice anyway. A little cold never hurt anybody…"

"Will you quit obsessing over Quidditch for a moment and make your move?" Percy said irritably. "I'm going to win no matter what you do."

"No you won't!" Oliver said pointedly despite the fact that he hadn't paid any attention to the last three moves he'd made. His hand hovered over his rook, but drew it away as he saw that he could not afford to move it. He did the same with all of his other pieces at least twice and did his best to ignore the smug look on Percy's face. He couldn't decide if he found it more attractive or annoying.

"Give it up, Oliver," Percy said and leaned back in his chair. "You'd think a Quidditch Captain would be better at strategy. I have to say I'm disappointed."

"Shut up, Weasley."

"Do you give up?" Percy smirked. He knew exactly what to say to get under Oliver's skin. They were both too competitive for their own good and he enjoyed the fact that while he would most likely be found in the library instead of the Quidditch pitch, there was at least something that he could beat his fellow student at.

"Give up? Never." Oliver made his last move which allowed Percy to win the game.

Percy cleaned up the game with a flick of his wand and clapped a hand on Oliver's shoulder as they made their way toward the staircase that led up to their dormitory. "Now say it."

Oliver rolled his eyes. "No," he said through gritted teeth.

"Come on. Say it," Percy insisted. He leaned in and whispered in his ear. "Or I'll make you."

"Ha! I'd like to see you try." Oliver pushed open the dormitory door.

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Oliver turned on his heel to face the red haired boy and crossed his arms in defiance. The next thing he knew, Percy had tackled him onto a nearby bed. Being the stronger of the two, he easily flipped them over and pinned Percy to the bed. Unfortunately, he did not have a firm grasp on his wand arm. Percy poked his wand into Oliver's ribs and hit him with a spell.

Oliver fell on the floor and broke out into peals of laughter.

"I knew you were ticklish!" Percy grinned and got up to stand over Oliver who was convulsing on the floor still while he was being ravaged by the tickling spell. "Now say it!"

"Come on"…laughter… "Perce" … more laughter.

"I'm waiting."

"Fine!"

Percy lifted the spell and Oliver lay in a crumpled heap on the floor, breathless. Percy tapped his foot mockingly. "Well?"

Oliver sighed. "You were right," he mumbled.

"Now, was that so bad?" Percy held out his hand and helped him up off the floor and pulled him in for a kiss.

"No. I guess not." Oliver replied wrapping his arms around Percy's waist. "I underestimated you, Weasley. Well played."

"Thank you."

"You're still an ass."

Percy just smiled and kissed Oliver again. "You love me anyway."

"Yeah." Oliver pulled away and the two boys got ready for bed. "Yeah, I do."