Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter once again and I never will.
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Oliver sighed exasperatedly at his companion.
"What," Percy asked equally as frustrated.
"Your so fucking incapable of doing one of the easiest things known to mankind, why is this so hard for you?"
"Well you certainly are not helping by getting mad."
"You know I would not have to get mad if you would just do it right," Oliver half yelled resisting the persistent urge to smack Percy.
"We shouldn't even be doing this," Percy continued despite Oliver's out burst.
"You insisted, vehemently at that, and I, being a good friend, gladly obliged to your request."
"Truth be told I had not a clue at how hard this would be."
"Now you know how hard it is for me to do what I do in front of the entire school," the Scot said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah I guess your right. Shall we try again," the red head asked with hints of mischievousness peppering his words.
"Very well then," Oliver sighed as they resumed the necessary positions for such activities.
The Scot watched and observed, occasionally muttering curse words under his breath. "Your too far up and stop with the extra movement, that is why you cannot keep your balance. You need to go much faster," he commented a little too loudly.
Percy stopped sharply and shouted, "If you're so good at it why don't you do it!"
"All right I will," Oliver replied accepting Percy's challenge. Within seconds he had managed to do what Percy was so unbearably inept at doing. This was his time. (What a show off.)
The red head stared in admiration at Oliver's technique, the lithe way he moved and where he placed his hands. "Why are you so good," he moaned loudly.
"Because," Oliver finished with a flourish, " I have been doing this longer a lot longer than you have."
Percy drew in a breath then exhaled. "Okay I think I can do it now.
"I doubt it but all right."
As the red head tried and failed several times, the Scots frustration churned inside him like an angry sea. He had had enough of this shit.
"You are making this so unbelievably fucking difficult, its not even funny anymore," he said as he peeled himself off the ground.
"Fuck I'm stuck," Percy whispered almost inaudibly.
"I must admit however you are not the worst person I have done this with."
"Oh shut up."
"No and I think you will be the last person I do this with. You are one of the worst Quidditch players I have ever met," and with that he trudged off the pitch leaving Percy quite abandoned and helpless in the air.
A/N: I bet you didn't see that coming and for those who can't figure it out Oliver was attempting to teach Percy how to fly on a broom properly. Reviews would be very much appreciated.
