By: PrincessPotter
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Percy Weasley is the favorite of his family, but he has a secret. His mother doesn't know, his father doesn't know, his brothers don't know. There's only one person who does know, and he's the one who shares the same secret. But when someone finds out, will both of their careers and their relationship be ruined? A Percy Weasley/ Oliver Wood story. Negative comments will be used to make a potion to poison the commentor.
*****WARNING: This is a Percy and Oliver story... Don't come crying to me if you don't like this pairing. You've been warned*****
Chapter One
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I walked into my flat and put down my papers. I was tired, so I slumped down into one of the chairs in the living room and took off my glasses, rubbing my eyes. It had been one of the longest days of my career yet. All I'd wanted to do since I first sat down at my desk was to come home. I looked at the clock on the wall, like the one my mother kept in her home, and I watched my hand point to "Home", but the other still said "Working".
A moment later it changed to "Traveling" and I knew I should expect the door to open at any moment. I sat, leaning back into the chair and closing my eyes. I, Percy Weasley, had a throbbing headache because I was tired of work. "Me..." I thought outloud. "Tired of work."
At that moment the door opened. "Did I hear right? Percival Weasley? Tired of work? My ears must be decieving me!" I smiled.
"I've had a particularly stressful day, Oliver, I think I have the right to be fed up with things other than my brothers." I stood and walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Have a good day?" I asked.
"I didn't think so, but compared to how your's seems to have gone, I think mine was pretty good." He leaned his forehead against mine. "I made the Puddlemere, but not as Keeper. They want me as Chaser." He said.
"Well, you made the team. I knew you would." I kissed the tip of his nose.
"I didn't think I'd make it.. I don't know how hard it'll be to learn to play Chaser, though." He said.
"You're so modest." I said, backing away and going into the small kitchen.
"So I've heard, Mr. Pompous-Big Head Boy." He said, and I could hear the smile in his voice even though I wasn't facing him. I glared at the wall and then pulled a glass from the cabinet. I took two pills to help my head and I heard Oliver come up behind me.
"I don't know exactly what it is today, but I really have a pounding headache." I said, feeling his arms wrap around my waist from behind. I sighed and said, "Oliver, I feel like there is a herd of elephants stampeding through my head." He laughed. "It's not funny." There was a knock at the door and we leapt apart. As far as anyone knew, we were only room mates. Neither one of us wanted the truth to jeopardize his Quidditch career, nor my position at the Ministry. I went to open the door and I was surprised to see my father at the door.
"Hello, Percy." He said and I moved to let him through. "Hullo, Oliver. I didn't expect you to be here. Thought you'd be at practice. Everything go alright?" He asked as I closed the door. I saw Oliver nod and then he said, "I got the position of Chaser." He said, and I smiled at him from behind my father. My father smiled and then turned to me. "Percy, I'm supposed to give you a message from your mother." He seemed to think for a moment. "Oh, yes..." He remembered, I guess, because he said it, "She says to stop working so hard and to come home for a bit. She says she'll clean up your old room and let you stay."
"I don't know, Dad. I'm really busy lately at work and it's less of a distance from here to the office than from the Burrow." I said, and I looked at Oliver. He was frowning and mouthing, "Go." I shook my head. "Maybe some other time when I'm not being overworked." I said, and Oliver laughed, causing my father to turn around.
"Percy Weasley? Overworked? That's the funniest thing I've ever heard... Percy, you stay late purposely." He said, clutching his stomach from laughter.
I glared.
"I'll tell your mother that, but please try to come home sometime." He said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I nodded and he left. As soon as I saw him disapperate, I turned back to Oliver and glared. He was still laughing.
"I'm going to hex you if you don't stop." I said, drawing my wand from my pocket.
"You just look so cute when you think you're getting away with something and then I go and spoil everything. I'd bet my broom you'll get a howler in the morning." He said, his laughter dying down.
"And that would really help my headache.." I said. "I'm going to bed... I'm about ready to pass out."
"I'll come, too. Unless you want me to sleep on the couch for tonight." He said, looking pathetic.
"No, you can come, too... I'm just too tired too argue." I said. I went into our room, changed, and crawled under the covers on my side of the bed.
" 'Night, love." he said.
"G'night, Oliver." I said, drifting to sleep. It amazed me how fast I could fall asleep with him next to me, compared to how long it took me at the Burrow. I wouldn't be able to sleep there if I went home. I just wouldn't.