For Breastroke- Slash/Femmslash
Oliver trudged wearily up the steps to the seventh year boys' dorm. Quidditch practice had been a rough one. The weather was absolutely foul, and no one seemed to have their heart in it, and it was days like these that he wondered why he bothered. He'd spent a particularly long time in the showers in an attempt to relieve the stress of the day before heading up to bed, and he frowned when he realized the time.
Percy would have already left to do whatever it was that Head Boys did. Oliver supposed it entailed patrolling the halls and meeting with prefects and things of that nature. He had never really asked because, whether Percy would ever admit it or not, dating the Head Boy had its advantages, and therefore, it didn't matter much to him. But with Percy going about his duties almost every night and Oliver holding practices just as often, it was rare that they spent more than twenty minute increments together anymore. It was just one more thing to put a damper on Oliver's mood.
Which was why he was pleasantly surprised to find that when he entered the dorm, he found Percy sitting at his desk, looking over a piece of homework. At the sound of the door, Percy looked up and grinned. "Rough practice? I saw the twins come in almost an hour ago. Have you been trying to drown yourself in the showers this whole time?"
Oliver shrugged. "Maybe… What are you still doing here, anyway? You ought to be walking the corridors by now."
Percy got up and came over to where Oliver was standing and looked down at the Head Boy badge attached to the front of his robes. He reached up and unfastened it, holding it up for Oliver to see before forcefully set it down on the bookshelf with a satisfying clang of metal against wood.
"I can be Head Boy tomorrow," Percy said, and leaned in to kiss Oliver hard on the mouth. "I've missed you."
Oliver wrapped his arms around Percy's waist and sighed in contentment. "I've missed you too."