A/N: Prompt: #25: How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon?

Percy, lost in the world of Ancient Runes essays, is oblivious to the Quidditch team's re-entrance from practice. He continues to write, his eyes steadily becoming blearier, until finally he has to put his quill down and blink. He sighs and rubs his neck, trying to work out the crick that's lodged itself there.

Oliver surprises him by gently moving Percy's hand and replacing it with his own, and Percy jumps before realizing who it is. Percy smiles shyly, and Oliver places his forehead against his before slowly, deliberately placing his lips on Percy's.

"Hey," breathes Percy.

"Hey," agrees Oliver.

A/N: So in other words, I would be ridiculously happy =)