Disclaimer: I own nothing! If I did, Percy x Oliver would have been a real couple in the movie and Harry would have been killed horribly in the first twenty minutes.
Summary: Oliver loves Percy, but doesn't get the chance to tell him until he finds out Percy is suffering from a life threatening illness. How will Percy react?
Percy Weasley was well known for freaking out about being the slightest bit late over the tiniest things; whether it was school work, duties, or dinner with his best friend. Ever since their sixth year at Hogwarts, because the two always had the seventh year boy's dorm to themselves, the pair had always had dinner in the dormitory itself so they could talk about anything without worrying too much about their images. He wouldn't have to act like he had a stick up his arse and Oliver wouldn't have to talk about Quidditch non-stop. It was kind of like having a private "girl talk"; only they were guys.
"I'm so sorry!" the Head Boy panted as he stepped through the door of the dorm, his heavy books feeling heavier now that he had exhausted himself. His red curls, like always, were a complete mess and his blue eyes, always a fierce, piercing blue, closed as he bent over to catch his breath. Even his normally immaculate robes were in disarray, a result from running from the dungeons all the way up to the Gryffindor tower. "Snape wanted me to help him sort out some papers that Fred or George messed up."
The Captain of the Quidditch team smiled as he saw this and got up from where he was sitting by the fire to help carry the prefect's books to the table to give those scrawny arms a break. "It's okay." Oliver said with a chuckle and helped the other walk to the couch to relax. "I got here no more than ten minutes ago."
Percy looked up at his best friend. In ten minutes, Oliver had changed from his robes into something much more comfortable; a black turtleneck and some black slacks. Not that the Weasley minded that, in fact, he found that the high collar made Oliver's brown hair and eyes stand out a bit more, making him more handsome. Well, to the girls at least. "I do hope you managed to get dinner," he sighed and rested his head back against the back of the couch. "I really don't have the energy to run down to grab something."
Oliver laughed and brought a pair of brown paper bags to the small table in the center of the three couches surrounding the fire. "Taken care of." he answered and started setting up. "Good thing I think ahead."
Percy nodded and sat up, immediately having to put a hand to his temple at the firelight that seemed to pierce his brain. Great…. he thought as he tried to massage it away himself. A migraine! Today just doesn't get any better… Oliver, who noticed this, paused for a second before finishing the set up of turkey with potatoes and peas with some pumpkin juice. He's have to help get rid of that head ache later.
"So, what happened?" He asked as he picked up his fork and knife and dug in. "You can't have gotten a head ache from helping Snape with paper work."
Percy sighed and got off the couch, sitting at the small coffee table Indian style as he also dug into his dinner. "A first year decided to flirt with me in the common room." he answered calmly between small bites. "He had undoubtly decided that I was a bit queer because he hadn't heard of me dating anyone from the upper classmen."
Wood almost choked on his food. "A first year! Oh my Word! I knew you were always into younger ones as your dates but isn't that a little young? It was a boy even! Come on!"
Those last comments earned the keeper a glare that immediate made any other wise cracks that wanted to escape from him freeze up. Percy was very sensitive about that topic apparently. "Anyhow," coughed Oliver. "How did this first year give you a head ache?"
"He pulled on my robes while I was climbing the stairs, making me fall right back down them."
"Ouch."
"Very fun, by the way, when you're carrying those books."
This made Oliver wince. Those stupid things could seriously hurt someone if they fell on them at just the right angle. If they fell on some frail like Percy…
"Maybe we should check you over to make sure they didn't break anything." he suggested, attacking his turkey viciously. "You know how easily your bones break."
The red head rolled his eyes and stayed quiet for a while, munching on his peas. He looked thoughtful as he ate, as if contemplating something. Oliver, though he had known for a long time about how he felt over his friend, tried to hide a smile behind his hand. The Weasley looked adorable when he was deep in thought, like a painting that had somehow been brought to life. No, Oliver mused. More like a statue sculpted by the Greeks… He then went back to his meal.
Once all the scraps were cleaned up, Oliver went ahead and sat behind Percy, who hadn't moved from his place at the table, and began to message the other's temples carefully. The pair often did things like this for each other when he need arose, one massaging the other when the muscles became too tight, and both of them knew that the other didn't mean anything too romantic by it (well, at least that's what Percy thought). It didn't necessarily help Oliver where much though when his fellow Gryffindor rested his head back in his lap and moaned in contentment of the soothing touch. It was a good thing the Keeper knew how to keep his little friend in check.
"Helloa, helloa, what's this?" a new voice said from the door, causing Percy to pull away from Oliver and have the Scot glare at his teammates. He would know that voice anywhere. "Is our dear older brother actually having a romantic evening?"
"Oh my word, I do believe you're right!" the other twin said with a mock gasp. "And with Oliver! I should have known they couldn't keep their hands to themselves for much longer."
Percy stood up, fuming by now. Oliver winced. Fred and George were gonna get it now. "Is there a reason you nit wits are here?" he snapped, trying to keep his calm. "Because if there isn't I know a couple of Gryffindors who are going to wake up with their ears ringing tomorrow."
The twins winced and then said hurried "Yes, yes, there is a reason why we're here! We wanted to give you something mom sent us since it seems the owl couldn't get into your room."
Percy's blue eyes blinked and he walked forward, holding out his hand so they could give it to him, then leave. They did so, but not without another wise crack about the situation they had found Oliver and their brother in as they ran down the stairs. The elder Weasley sighed and turned around, carefully unwrapping the package. Inside there was what looked like a bottle for prescription medication.
"That's funny," Oliver commented when he saw it. "I didn't know you were ill."
"I'm not." the red haired prefect snapped before turning to his night table and stuffing the bottle inside. "I simply have a condition that mother worries about too much."
"And that is…"
"Nothing you should concern yourself about. Now, let's just hurry and get this homework out of the way before my brain implodes."
"Your brain can implode? Wow, you must really be stressed."
"Oh be quiet."
What do you think? Really OOC I know but the stupid thing needed to be written. Now I know you guys are wondering what Percy's got this time around huh? Well REVIEW and you'll find out.
