Note: I'm doing the Fanfic100 challenge at livejournal for Percy/Oliver. This is #58, with the prompt "dinner".
Disclaimer: 'This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.'
Chaos
The most disastrous decision he could ever recall having made was deciding to cook dinner that night. Oliver was no cook: he should have known from scoring Dreadful from Potions, that the wisest thing for him was to stay far away from cauldrons. He was no reader either, and following simple instructions, such as recipes, was something that required more than his amount of patience.
By the time Percy came home, the worst had already happened. The kitchen was in chaos: melted globs of food remains sticking from odd spots of the tapestry, bits of blown up kitchen instruments and an awful stench of burning that quickly spread all around the flat. And in the middle of all this, Oliver hastily trying to spell away the disaster before his boyfriend came home.
"Oliver," Percy said, unable to stop the crinkle of distaste from forming on his nose. Oliver stopped waving his wand and turned around.
"I'm sorry Perce. I'll get it fixed in no time. I'm sorry you had to see this mess," he rambled apologetically. He threw a few spells at a very sooty bit of tapestry. It only crinkled sadly and remained as black and filthy as before. Oliver got onto his knees and rubbed it with his fingers. "I'm sorry Perce. I'm dreadful at household spells. But I'll wash the soot off the floor and somehow try to wipe it off the tapestry too. And I'll get you some new kitchen stuff."
Percy didn't move from his place in the doorway. Neither did he reply. He was shocked beyond speech. He clenched his fists.
Oliver kept on ranting as he proceeded to collect bits of junk and drop them in the garbage. "All I wanted was to cook a meal for you and enjoy a nice evening at home. And I managed to ruin everything."
Percy was angry, and it took all his self-control to refrain from yelling. Yelling was what he was used to doing when he got mad. Yelling was what he should be doing when he noticed that his kitchen had been blown up!
Percy knew Oliver didn't need any shouts from him. He'd already said he was sorry, and his intention had been good. It had even been endearing, in a way. His klutz of a boyfriend had tried to cook for him, although Percy still had to wonder what kind of madness had encouraged him to do so.
"Oliver," Percy said again, not really finding the words. Their kitchen was in wrecks and their flat would reek of smoke for days, but somehow that wasn't important. "Let's eat out tonight."