Giving up on his homework for the night, Percy Weasley left the library to go and take a bath. He went to retrieve his bath bag from his dormitory in Gryffindor tower. As he descended the spiral staircase, one of the twins threw a satin-covered cushion at him. Deciding that they weren't worth his time, Percy stalked past them and went through the Portrait hole and made his way to the Prefects bathroom.

Upon entering the room, he didn't immediately notice that he was not, in fact, alone. This was because his thoughts were focused entirely on a particularly difficult essay question that Professor McGonagall had set the N.E.W.T. class earlier that day. Percy glanced upwards to find that in the Olympic-pool sized bathtub sat none other than Oliver Wood, the Gryffindor Quidditch captain. Oliver looked up at Percy, raising one eyebrow in surprise. Heat flushed to Percy's face and he clutched his towel and bath bag a little tighter against his body.

"Sorry, I er- didn't think anyone would be here," said Percy, chuckling nervously.

"That's alright." Wood smiled. "Come and join me, why don't you."

Percy stood dumbfounded, unsure of how to proceed. Eventually, his want for a bath won out. Hanging up his bathrobe, Percy proceeded to get into the frothing concoction a good distance away from Oliver, setting his towel on the side behind him. Looking over at Oliver, Percy saw the handsome boy studying him as he settled down. As soon as Oliver caught his eye he gave Percy a dazzling smile that would have lit up any room.

"I, um, forgot that Quidditch Captains had use of these bathrooms too," said Percy, finally breaking the silence.

"Aye," said Oliver, not taking his eyes off Percy. "I don't think I've ever seen you in here before, either."

"No." Percy gulped as Oliver moved closer to him. "I like my privacy."

"I can tell," said Oliver, inches away from him now.

Oliver finally caught his eye, as he had been determinedly staring over his shoulder, and Percy found himself trapped by Oliver's magnificent gaze. Without thinking, Percy leant in and kissed Oliver for the first time in months. Oliver began to kiss Percy back, tugging lightly on his curly, red hair. The kiss intensified, each of them feeling as much of each other's bodies as possible. It was as though they each had a desire to devour one another completely.

"I've missed you," said Percy breathlessly, as Wood trailed kisses all up his neck and across his face towards his lips.

"I've. Missed. You. Too," Wood replied between kisses.

With a groan, Percy gave in and allowed himself to be swept up into the familiar experience. He could feel every fibre of his body wanting Oliver to consume him. Each touch felt as though an electric current was running through his body at the point of contact. It was mesmerising. Percy faintly noticed that it seemed that Oliver was as desperate for him as much as he was for Oliver. Their bodies were pressed tightly against one another's while their hands explored parts of each other's bodies they hadn't dared venture before.

It is strange, Percy thought. That such pleasures can be gained through something I would never have previously considered.

Percy ran his hands up and down Oliver's muscular body, feeling every sensual curve of his torso and arms. He could feel Oliver's need for him escalating and he liked it. In fact, Oliver's need mirrored the need Percy was feeling. And it was consuming his entire form.

Abruptly, Oliver pulled away and moved to sit a fair distance away from him. Percy didn't understand his actions until he heard the patter of feet walking over to the benches that lined the sides of the room, presumably to collect a forgotten possession. Oliver gave Percy a secret grin before heaving himself out from the foam-filled bath, gathering his things, and heading out of the bathroom. Percy slumped down into the bubbles, feeling as confused as ever.

What have I just done?