This was me trying my hand with some Poliver for the first time. Tell me what you think :D (this was already written in wattpad)

Note: this oneshot is linked with "A Harmless Prank". So its kinda like sequel i guess. You understand xD

HARRY POTTER

Prefect Duty

A Poliver oneshot

-"By Hogwarts policy, you're not allowed to do that!"- Percy Weasly shouted, his ginger hair flaring and sticking out everywhere. His cheeks were hot in frustration. Why did students disobeyed him, a Prefect?

-"I'm a Quidditch captain, Weasly,"- Oliver argued, rolling his eyes, -"That's what I do."

Percy scoffed haughtily, -"There's nothing written about captains scheduling practices anywhere, much less inside Hogwarts."

-"We're just tossing the Quaffle,"- Oliver drawled nonchalantly, leaning back on his chair and resting his legs over the dinning table while spinning the red ball on one finger, -"Get of your high horse and leave a bloke be, Prefect."

Oliver's team snickered. Percy was about to scold them—and Oliver—for speaking to him in such a tone, and for putting his legs on the table (how dare he?), until Dumbledore called for attention. He announced a few notices before the feast began and Percy was forced to return to his seat with the other Prefect. Penelope was there, looking at him curiously.

-"What?"- Percy snapped. He hadn't meant to. He was just so angry.

It was all because of that Quidditch Captain, Oliver Wood. Who does he think he is, believing he could do whatever he pleased because he was captain of a frivolous sport?

-"You like him, don't you?"- Penelope asked, unfazed by his fit.

-"W—what?"- Percy stammered, his face even more hotter, -"I do not! He's arrogant, careless, and irritating! He thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he's captain. It's quite ridiculous, don't you think?"

-"Actually,"- Penelope giggled, looking at her partner, -"I think he reminds me of someone I know."

-"You exagerate. I don't believe there is anyone else like that,"- But Penelope kept looking at him, her brows raised, and Percy understood, -"Wait, you mean me?"

She nodded, -"You have a lot of things in common."

-"Oh, really?"- Percy spoke doubtfully, crossing his arms over his chest, -"Like what?"

Percy was interrupted by the apparition of food before him. He quickly dug into the bread, watching Oliver from afar with narrowed, suspicious eyes. The captain might appear to be peacefully eating, but Percy knew that Quaffles would be flying through the air very soon.

As he ate, Percy saw a rapid movement from his periphery and he quickly bolted to his feet, pointed at Oliver and shouted: -"Stop that! As a Prefect, I order you to leave the hall!"

Silence befell the hall entirely. Every student in each table had stopped eating to look at Percy. Then laughter erupted. Loud and echoing; Oliver hadn't thrown anything. He merely moved to grab a piece of pie. Percy hung his head in humiliation and left.

He made a bee-line straight to the Prefect's bathroom, where he contemplated about whether or not he actually liked Oliver. And not as a collegue. Penelope hadn't meant it like that.

She meant more, but Percy couldn't come with a plausible explanation. Not even in his own mind. He couldn't comprehend why his heart fluttered whenever he tought about Oliver and his chestnur hair and brown eyes. Or about his pink lips, his lean, muscular frame...

Did he love Oliver Wood?

Percy shook his head vigorously; it was preposterous! Illogical! Simply impractical!

Never mind that it explained his need (better than calling it obsession) to capture him red-handed, scold him for every stupid thing he did, Percy refused to believe such an absurd idea. From now on, he decided to refrain from even approaching the Quidditch Captain.

It was best said than done, as Muggles label it; Percy could not keep his eyes off the Gryffindor captain, much less restrain himself from walking up straight at him to reprimand him for... oh Merlin, what was it this time?

-"This is getting ridiculous,"- Oliver said, pinching the bridge of his nose and supporting himself against his broom with the other hand. Percy thought it was adorable, -"I don't understand you. Even when I do nothing, you scold me."

-"Yes! Shouldn't you be... doing something?"- Percy tried to defend himself, but it was fruitless, -"Not just standing around here... doing absolutely nothing. Taking unnecessary space. Shouldn't you be in class?"

Oliver tossed his head back and laughed aloud, one hand flitting to his abdomen, -"Who do you think I am, Prefect? A firstie?"

-"O—of course not!"- Percy was now blushing furiously, -"I perfectly know who you are, Oliver Wood! But that does not mean—!"

-"Oh uh, Percy the Prefect called me by my full name,"- Oliver teased, grinning just like Percy's twin brothers and that, if possible, flustered him more. In addition, he called him "Percy the Prefect". Only two dimwits called him that. He should have known: they've been spending a lot of time together with Oliver, -"Am I in trouble? What did I do now? Get in your pants?"

Percy gasped loudly and staggered on his feet, -"I—I—I—no! Absolutely not!"

Oliver continued to grin, wider so.

The prefect gulped and looked anywhere except Oliver's handsome—disgusting!—face, -"As you were."- Then he turned and ran.

What was wrong with him?

Did I get in your pants?

Why did Oliver say such a thing? It was undoubtedly perverse. Obscene. Did he... did he knew? That Percy was... confused about how to feel about him?

When he entered the Gryffindor common room and saw Fred and George waiting for him, grinning from ear to ear, Percy had the answer to his question.

-"What have you two done?"- Percy seethed, stomping towards his brothers.

The twins didn't even tried to appear innocent, -"Hello to you too, Perce."- They said at the same time.

-"Have a nice day?"- Asked Fred.

-"Stop playing innocent,"- Percy snapped, -"I know you did something."

-"We haven't done anything."- George said defensively, but the grin on his face betrayed him.

-"Well, maybe we poisoned Snape's dinner with Belch Powder."- Fred said.

-"And leave Dungbombs in Filch's cupboards."- Added George.

-"His face was priceless."- The twins laughed.

-"Totally."

Percy ignored that. For now, -"What have you told Oliver... about me?"

-"Oliver?"

-"What's up with him?"- Fred asked, appearing innocent. But Percy knew his brothers too well. He noticed the knowing grins they kept shooting at each other, -"Guy's been talking about you. A lot."

A little gasp escaped Percy's lips before he could stop it and his heart gave a short throb of joy. Fred and George noticed, -"He... he has? What has he said?"

-"Well, for starters, that you've been on him for weeks now,"- George said, crooking an eyebrow suggestively, -"What's going on, Perce? We know you take your prefect duties seriously..."

-"But that's a broken record."

-"I—I'm just doing my job."- Percy defended himself weakly.

-"Right. Your job."

-"I didn't know you had to scold someone for asking permission to go to the loo in class."- Said Fred.

-"How do you—?"

-"Or for teaching firsties how to ride a broom."

-"That's not—"

-"Prefect duty my arse,"- George said and stepped closer to Percy, -"Say, Perce, would it be because you fancy Oliver?"

-"What? No, I do not."- Percy replied too quickly and the shift of his eyes betrayed his words. And the blush on his cheeks. And the awkward movements of his legs. And the fidgeting of his fingers.

Fred and George looked at each other and snickered into their hands, -"He does!"- They squealed mockingly, pointing at Percy.

-"Th—that's not true!"- Percy nearly yelled, stomping one foot on the floor.

Fred and George were poised. Jokes were askew, for a moment, -"That's alright, Perce."

-"No reason to be all embarrassed."

-"In fact, Oliver admitted to being queer recently too."

-"Yeah, we helped him with that, didn't we?"- George elbowed Fred, giving each other knowing looks.

-"I am not queer!"- Percy hissed, struggling not to be heard.

The twins ignored him and continued to talk, -"And who knows? He might return the interest."

-"I can't think of anyone interested in a blowhard but hey."

-"We didn't tell him anything."- Fred enlightened.

-"You did, in fact,"- George added, -"Obvious, you were."

The twins kept talking, but Percy stopped listening since they said that Oliver might return the interest. Will he? Will he, Oliver Wood, be truly interested in Percy, an uptight prefect?

Percy whirled on his heels and made for the portrait hole. His brothers called him but Percy ignored them. When he was about to mutter the password, Oliver Wood entered, along with a few others. His lips curled into an impish smile, hands on his waist. To say that Percy was distracted was an understatement.

-"Well, well, well,"- Oliver tutted, shuffling towards Percy, who slowly backtracked, -"Where are you going, Prefect? It's curfew and I think no students are allowed out of common rooms at this hour."

-"Y—yes, but I am a prefect and—"

-"A prefect, huh?"- Oliver's smile grew and it was breathtaking, -"Why, I didn't know. Should've told me sooner."

-"—so technically, I'm allowed to—er—leave whenever I please."

-"Uh-huh."- Oliver smirked, still moving forward to Percy.

Who continued stepping back, -"Q—quite,"- Percy stammered, clearing his throat. His back collided with someone and he looked up to see his twin brothers grinning, -"P—please excuse me. I have business to attend... to..."- His voice faded as Oliver stood close to him. Too close.

-"What kind of business?"

-"I—er—"- Percy gulped, wetting his dried throat. He tugged the collar of his uniform, trying to get some air to cool the burning skin under.

-"You're too stern,"- Oliver murmured and his breath gave Percy goosebumps, -"Even prefects need breaks once in a while."

-"I'm quite alright, th—thank you."

Oliver rolled his eyes and groaned, -"Oh, for Merlin's—"

Then he grabbed Percy by the collar of his robes and yanked him, smashing their lips together. Percy gasped into Oliver's mouth, his eyes blowing open as a current of electricity thrilled his body; his feet coiled, his legs trembled, and his middle become hot and stiff. His heart was frantic, his body was sweating and there were shivers of pleasure rippling to every limb.

And all because of Oliver's lips.

The sensation was glorious. Percy has never felt anything like it before.

-"Oops, did I do that?"- Oliver chuckled, parting slightly, -"So, are you punishing me for it?"

-"P—punishing isn't in our—"

Oliver burst in laughter, -"Oh, Perce. We need to work on your humor."

Percy blushed but said nothing. He was aware he lacked a good sense of humor.

-"And your kissing,"- Oliver added suggestively, -"But we can fix that right now."- He said before his mouth met Percy's for a second kiss.

I enjoyed this. Second part is coming soon

Also, I have to say that I don't REALLY like percy but he's kinda cute (sometimes lol) so i tried going for that here. Hoped you enjoyed!