Okay, so I decided to write another chapter. Please review!

"Hey, Weasley!" Oliver Wood was sitting in a corner of a pub watching a game of Quidditch on a screen, but looked up when his best friend walked in. "How was work?"

"Horrible," Percy moaned and slumped onto a chair next to him. It was early summer, almost exactly a year to the day they graduated from Hogwarts. A lot has changed from then. Oliver has gotten his dream job and was now a reserve keeper for Puddlemere United, while Percy started working at the Ministry of Magic at the Department of magical transportation. They were both really excited about their progressing careers, as they were both on a path that would hopefully lead them where they wanted to get in life. Their appearances have somewhat changes as well - Oliver's hair was longer than it used to be at school, but the change suited him. A year of hard Quidditch training had also brought a change in his physique. While never being exactly thin and ganging, he was now larger built and more muscular than ever. Percy, on the other hand, had grown up yet more, so he was now taller than Oliver, and his cheekbones have gotten more prominent on his face. His horned rimmed glasses, however, have not changed at all.

More than their careers or appearances, however, have changed the relationship between the two men. While in Hogwarts they hardly ever spoke to each other, they were now almost inseparable. Oliver sent Percy an owl last summer congratulating him on his new job and inquiring how his old roommate was doing, and they started talking. First they exchanged a few polite letters (more polite on Percy's side than on Oliver's), but then they decided to meet for a drink in the pub, and since then they have been meeting there every Friday for a year. They have both been pleasantly surprised how easy and natural talking to the other one came to them. They were both very passionate to the point of being obsessive about the things they loved, and they could just sit there in the corner of the shabby pub and talk for hours on end. And so they did.

"Crouch is still calling me Wetherby, and if that wasn't enough, we have a new secretary in office and of course he introduced me to her, so now she is calling me Wetherby as well. Hey, stop laughing! It's not funny!"

"It's pretty funny," Oliver insisted and ordered another beer, whereas Percy asked for a chilled gilly water.

"When are you going to stop drinking this rubbish and start drinking beer, Perce? This is a girls' drink."

Percy puffed up his chest. "Beer is revolting, Wood. It tastes like goblin piss. Plus, I cannot get drunk tonight. Got a report to finish."

"Its Friday, Weasley. You're going work yourself dead."

Percy ignored this. "So what about you? Came here straight from practise, did you?"

The redhead watched Oliver's muscles under his tight t-shirt standing out a little more than usual, as they always did after practise. He rather enjoyed the sight.

"Yeah, how did you know? Am I still sweating or something?" Oliver nervously grabbed a hem of his t-shirt and smelled it.

"No, it's got nothing to do with that," said Percy hastily, his ears reddening. It had been a year since they stopped seeing each other on daily basis, but Percy hadn't managed to get over his attraction to Oliver. He thought it would have gone away by now, with work and new people to distract him, but as the two men grew closer to each other and started being friendly, it seemed to only have worsened.

"I kissed Jeanette today," Oliver said.

That brought Percy back to his senses. "Oh. How was it?" He knew Jeanette was a seeker for Puddlemere, and as Percy deduced from the things Oliver said about her, she was probably in love with him.

"It sucked." Oliver growled. Percy chuckled.

"Bad luck, mate. I thought you wanted to take a break from dating, anyway."

"Well I am not intending to date her!" Oliver sounded indignant. "Stop smirking, Weasley. I've wanted to talk to you about something, actually."

Percy put on a serious face again. "What is it?"

Oliver, however, didn't seem in to much a hurry to spill the beans. "Well, I've been thinking a lot lately."

Percy noticed Oliver was now blushing slightly. He looked at him curiously.

"About that kiss, I mean." Oliver added.

"What kiss? The one with Jeanette?"

Oliver sighed. "No. The one you gave me on our last day at Hogwarts."

"Oh." Percy turned pink too and averted his gaze. "Look, I'm sorry about that. I shouldn't have done it. I was in a temper because of the things you were saying about me and I-"

"Well, you should do things in temper more often, Percy. Don't be sorry. I am glad you did it."

Percy looked up. "You are?"

Oliver sighed again. It seemed the thoughts he was trying to articulate were causing him difficulties. "You know what, forget it. I knew you wouldn't get it."

"No." Percy carefully laid a hand on Oliver's arm. The brunet looked at it curiously, and then looked at Percy. "Please, tell me." The redhead said.

Oliver chewed his tongue for a moment. "It's just… I've never been kissed like that before, you know."

"Like what? You mean by a man?" Percy was now slightly apprehensive at what might come next, but Oliver shook his head.

"No. I mean yes, that too, but that's not the point at all. What I'm trying to say is, I've never been kissed by someone like they really meant it. When you kissed me, I had the strangest feeling… A good feeling. As though the whole world just vanished for the moment. I've never felt anything like it."

Oliver trailed off, looking embarrassed.

Percy looked at him, unable to believe what he was hearing. He was now experiencing small explosions of joy in his stomach. He looked at Oliver.

"I really want to kiss you again right now."

Oliver didn't say anything, but the way he smiled nervously and leaned in was answer enough for Percy. He grabbed the front of Oliver's t-shirt and pulled him closer. Percy's lips found Oliver's and it was a thousand times better than before, because this time, Oliver was kissing him back. And Percy felt blissful oblivion as everything and everybody seemed to suddenly vanish. There was just them, and Oliver's lips, and his scent, somewhat stronger than last time, and the heat radiating from his body. He thought this would never happen again, but here he was, holding the man he was crazy in love with in his arms, and that was the only thing that mattered to him at that moment.

They parted after what felt like several years, both looking at the other, Percy tenderly, while Oliver seemed more confused than ever.

"You taste like strawberries," the brunet said after a while, still looking slightly shaken.

Percy snorted. "You taste like beer." And a grin appeared on Oliver's face.

"I bet you liked that."

"Not in the slightest."

"But you like me." Oliver was still grinning.

"You know I do." Percy smiled. "I think you are going to reevaluate your sexuality, though, Oliver."

Oliver frowned, and Percy suddenly felt the happy feeling that was flooding him drain away at the look the other man was giving him.

"No I don't. I'm not gay, Percy."

Percy just stared at him, and he suddenly felt more empty than ever before. "Right. I know. Yeah."