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A/N: This isn't properly British.
Whenever Percy asks Oliver to study—which isn't very often—Oliver invariably says 'yes.'
Every once in awhile, it's simply raining too hard to fly—according to Professor McGonagall, anyway—or there's a test coming up that Oliver just can't afford to fail. In these instances, Percy is simultaneously the best and worst study partner.
On the one hand, he's perfectly able and happy to answer any of Oliver's questions. He shares detailed, well-organized notes and corrects work, and he cuts through any excuses Oliver might conjure to finish early.
On the other hand, he looks painfully delicious bent over his History of Magic textbook, with his pretty lashes lowered and his pink lips slightly parted. His glasses fall a bit down his nose, giving Oliver the intense urge to either push them back up or rip them off. Percy looks delectable in them—they magnify and accentuate his gorgeous blue eyes, framing his face beautifully. The smattering of freckles just underneath the thick lenses makes Oliver want to lick them. It's a cliché, but Oliver's always wanted to see just how much of Percy's long, lithe body is covered in freckles. He knows Percy's a natural redhead—knows he'll have a similar mess of fiery red hair lower. Oliver knows Percy's legs are long and shapely, like his arms, and Oliver knows that Percy has a scrumptious, pert, tight ass, from the way he bends over in his too-tight hand-me-down clothes. Oliver knows Percy's good with his hands from the way he expertly twirls a quill in his fingers, and Oliver knows Percy's great with his mouth, from the way he sucks languidly on the sugar quills Oliver always brings him from Hogsmeade when he's too busy to come. The only thing Oliver doesn't know is what Percy actually feels and tastes like, underneath all that ill-fitting fabric.
When Percy looks up, Oliver pretends he's been studying the whole time. He looks back down at his work. Percy asks, "Are you stuck on something?"
Oliver says, "Yes," without thinking.
