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?

CHAPTER TWO

That night, Oliver had the oddest dream:

He was in a room, surrounded by darkness that seemed to absorb any light thrown at it with Percy, who seemed to glow as he stood in front of the only window in the stupid place, the moonlight casing its frosty reflection on him. The other was dressed in some muggle clothes, a turtle neck, some slacks, pants…and on his face there was a pair of thin glasses, much daintier and more modern than he ones he occasionally wore now. "Percy!" he called to his fellow Gryffindor and tried to run toward him, only to have his best friend turn to look at him; a sight that terrified Oliver in of itself.

This dream Percy's beautiful blue eyes were glassy and white, completely void of any vision, and his thin hands trembled involuntarily, as if the Weasley was shivering violently. His already pale skin looked as white as a sheet now and once the blind young man's eyes fell on Oliver, his whole form doubled over, coughing violently. Wood could see the crimson blood staining shaking hands and thin lips.

''Percy!'' he had screamed, finally making it to the other's side and resting a hand on those seeming frail shoulders, only to feel bone covered by a twin thin layers of skin and cloth move beneath his fingertips. He jerked his hand back and got a better look at Percy's pale face, the skin barely able to hide his high cheekbones anymore. ''What's happened to you, Perce? Come one, talk to me!''

The suddenly crippled Weasley before him disappeared and in his place, there was a hospital bed in the muggle world with machines and other equipment surrounding it. Oliver, who was kneeling at the now bed side stood up and thought he was going to be sick. Percy was laying in that bed, his skeletal upper body showing a bit from under the white sheets as wires and tubes of all kinds were attached to his body, the only things keeping him in the land of the living. It looked like Percy was completely bed ridden, unable to move at all, and as Oliver watched, a single pair of tears trickled down those white cheeks to taint the pillow the red head was sleeping on.

Was this a vision? A prediction of what was to come?

That's when the rest of Percy's family arrived, all eight of them, each with tears In their own eyes as if they knew this was coming. Percy couldn't very well see them, but it looked like he could sense their presence and turned his weary head in their direction. The women had to turn away and the men had to force themselves to keep their eyes on their frail, dying relative. The doctor that came in looked at Mister Weasley with pitying eyes. It was as if he knew what it felt like to be a father watching his son suffer like this.

''What is your decision sir?'' the man with the white lab coat asked quietly, delicately.

''Do it.''

Oliver's dark eyes widened. Mr. Weasley couldn't possibly mean to pull the plug, could he? ''Don't!" Oliver cried. "Don't do this! Don't kill him!'

The others in the small scene seemed to ignore him. ''Are you sure?'' the doctor asked one more time.

''Yes. I don't want to see him suffering like that any more. He's been through more than enough. We can let him go.''

The doctor moved to Percy's bedside, walking right through Oliver and picked up the crippled Weasley's hand. ''Do you want to go through with this?'' He asked quietly. "Squeeze my hand if you do.''

It nearly broke Oliver's heart to see those skeletal fingers try so hard to grasp the other man's in affirmation and yet only to be able to move so slightly, as if it was an incredibly draining action. The doctor sighed and stood up, grabbing his clip board from the foot of the bed and turned to his nurse, silently giving her the signal.

"Don't!'' Oliver cried again, this time trying to stop the nurse has her hand hit the off switch for the life support. The piercing drone of a flat lined heart monitor filled Oliver's ears seconds later, a sign that he was too late. "No!…"

''PERCY!'' He screamed as he jolted out of that dark dreamscape into the real world, startling his room mate out of his own world. His breath was short and a thin coat of sweat covered his toned body. He tried to catch his breath for a moment or two.

''What was that for?'' The Weasley by now had pulled back his curtains and was squeezing his eyes shut against the bright light of the fire that his curtains had managed to block out. His black glasses were still on the night table between their beds and as he tried to get the sleep out of his eyes, he also tried to stop the ringing in his ears. ''Gees, I didn't know you had THOSE kind of dreams with me in them…''

Oliver didn't answer for a good minute or two. He just watched Percy, as if waiting for something and then, as if having come to a decision, got out of bed and embraced him tightly. The Head Boy blinked, obviously surprised, but allowed the contact for the moment, somehow knowing that it was the right thing to do. He wrapped his arms around his friend, as if to hug him back and paused when he felt Oliver's shoulder's shake beneath his palms. Was he crying? ''Ol? What's wrong?''

''I watched you die…'' The Quidditch Captain admitted and held his friend tighter. ''…you withered away in front of me and just…''

Percy blinked at this. Why would this attack Oliver all of a sudden? Was it because he saw the pill bottle earlier? - Probably. That's the only thing that would prompt such a nightmare now. - he thought. ''Shhh, it's okay, Oliver, I'm right here.''

The pair sat like that for well over an hour, just holding each other. Oliver, although he hugged the other because he was shaken by the nightmare, still clung to him now because he didn't know if he would ever get the chance to do so again without suspicion. Percy on the other hand, even though he was the one with his cheek resting against Oliver's shoulder as if he was the one needing comfort, didn't mind. He liked the feeling of being in Oliver's arms, he decided, even if it was just to calm the other down a bit.

''You feeling better now?'' Percy asked his best friend as sleep began to seep its way into his mind again and made him drowsy. A small yawn escaped him before he could stop it and Oliver chuckled quietly. He let go of the slighter red head and returned to his own bed.

''I'm sorry I woke you up.'' he said as he slipped under the covers, his back to the Weasley to keep the other from seeing his smile. ''Thanks for the hug though, I needed it.''

''No problem.'' Percy yawned again and curled up under his own covers once more. ''Any time.''

Oliver thought for a minute before allowing darkness to take him about how warm and soft, yet frail Percy seemed to feel when he hugged him earlier. - Oh well, we can discuss it tomorrow.- he mused and went back into his own sweet dreams.

I AM SO SORRY! I just had to put that death scene in there for the sake of having an excuse to have Oliver hold Percy! I didn't honestly mean to kill my favorite Weasley! Well, other than that little tid bit, REVIEW AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!