For the Variety Drabble Challenge and for the Percy Weasley Competition 3
Percy sits back in his chair at his desk, a smirk playing about his lips and his eyes following the movements of Oliver's hands. Or at least… he tries to follow them. And it's not as if it matters because he only partly understands what Oliver is trying to tell him about the weight of the Quaffle and the speed of each model of broomstick on the team and the significance of wind patterns.
Oliver knows this, and yet, he continues on and on, pacing the dormitory and talking with his hands in a way that is nothing short of mesmerizing. Percy can't look away. Oliver holds up one hand in the shape of an O to signify a goal post and the other hand is contorted so his fingers are pointing in odd directions and Percy knows he is supposed to pretend they're really Quidditch players flying through the air.
"You see," Oliver explains, "Angelina rides a Comet but she doesn't take advantage of the tailspin while Alicia does this thing where-"
Oliver does not get to finish his thought as Percy crosses the room in a few strides, cups his boyfriend's face in his hands, and kisses him hard.
Oliver's hands flail in confusion before they catch up with the change in conversation, and Percy is glad that Oliver doesn't need to talk with his mouth to still talk with his hands. They travel up his arms before finding purchase in Percy's red, curly hair, desperately pulling him closer.
It's a few moments later before they break apart for air. Oliver rests his forehead against Percy's, while his hands move elsewhere now. They trace their way down Percy's jaw line, his fingers touching his swollen bottom lip, before loosening the Gryffindor tie and splaying across his heaving chest.
"You always do that," Oliver says.
Percy shrugs. "Couldn't help myself. Now…" He holds up his own hand to make an imaginary goalpost. "What were you saying?"
Oliver tries to regain his composure and mumbles something about Alicia and the Comet 260 versus the Cleansweep series, but he finds that he's lost his train of thought and with Percy Weasley in such close proximity he's not very eager to find it again.
"You know what?" Oliver says, tangling his fingers with Percy's. "Let's just talk about it later."
Percy smiles and kisses him again.