Warning: Alcohol
First
Their first kiss isn't pretty, by any means. For once, Oliver was able to coax the Head Boy into having a drink. They're of age now, after all. He forgets, sometimes, just how poorly Percy holds his liqueur. And, as always at Gryffindor celebrations, one drink leads to another, which leads to another.
When Oliver tries to help Percy up to his bed, Percy barely manages the stairs. Eventually, the stumbling pair makes it all the way up to the seventh year dorms, which are, of course, all the way at the top.
Percy flops into bed, unceremoniously dragging Oliver with him. Oliver, who wasn't expecting the move, is stunned even further at suddenly finding Percy's lips on his.
He freezes briefly, before pulling away.
"Percy, you're drunk," he states.
" 'M not," Percy mumbles.
"You are. Sleep. We'll talk in the morning."
Oliver isn't used to being the sensible one. Frankly, he hates it. All he really wants to do is kiss Percy back. But he knows he can't. They can't start a relationship drunk – all that would do is screw up the friendship that they have.
Sober, they might, maybe, have a chance.