Well guys. Completely sober for this chapter. Let me know if I should go pick up some wine and a bottle of tequila for the next one. Quality control and all that. It's shorter than the last, but I didn't think I'd get another one up before break, so count yourselves lucky. I already have the next bit planned out, so I might get it up soon too. We shall see.



In answer to Goggled Monkey. You are absolutely correct. Ginny's hair is already red. I didn't really think about that when I was writing it, but I was drunk. No, I'm kidding. I meant that they turned her hair Run, Lola, Run red, Santa suit red, Bozo the Clown red. But thanks for pointing it out. My friends and I got a laugh at my expense.



Well, darlings, I'm off to see Star Trek: Nemesis. Everyone needs to go see it this weekend. Patrick Stewart said in an interview that big box office returns could mean a Star Trek XI. And while I do realize the golden rule of Star Trek- Even numbered ST movies do not suck, I'd really like there to be an XI so there could then be a XII.



Plus, the guy who wrote this one wants to write a second one. And he's been hinting at a Q related movie. How cool is that? Pretty cool.



And Wesley's in this one. I love Wesley.



Wow, the pure, unadulterated geekiness of those last few lines astounds even me.



Oh, well.



Bedhead!Percy--C'mon, We All Saw the Movie



When Percy woke up he realized that he was no longer draped across his bedmate. Rather he was lying on his back, his bedmate draped across him. Somehow during the night Oliver had managed to move himself further down the bed. He was now lying with his head on Percy's stomach. Percy tried to look at his clock, but couldn't see it from the angle he was at. Not wanting to wake Oliver, he made himself more comfortable by resituating a pillow and settling back to watch Oliver sleep.



Without really thinking about it, Percy began to run his fingers through the brown hair in front of him. It was short, but he could still twist it around his fingers a bit. His thoughts moved to the night before. They had stayed up talking all night. And before that, they had kissed. For a while. Percy blushed when he remembered.



But now it was morning. What happened now? Did Oliver wake up, regret, and end? Or were they boyfriends now? Percy wasn't sure when you were supposed to call someone that. He just knew that he wasn't going to be the first one to say it. He may have all the answers in class, but god knows he felt like an idiot when it came to personal relations. There was a reason Oliver was his only friend.



But, seriously, what now? Oh god. He probably won't want to do this ever again. He'll probably realize that he can have anyone he wants . . . hadn't that Ravenclaw third year been looking at him across the Great Hall? Percy felt Oliver's head move and looked down. Clear brown eyes looked up at him. Percy looked at him worriedly, "Um, good morn . . . hmmph."



Oliver didn't give him time to finish his salutations. Launching himself upwards with Quidditch trained reflexes, he pushed his mouth against Percy's. It only took a second for the redhead to respond. Wrapping both arms around Oliver's head, Percy opened his mouth. Oliver worked his way up the bed a bit more and rolled over so that Percy was on top of him. After an undetermined amount of time, the kiss broke off.



"Good morning, Percy."



"Uh-huh."



"Are you always this cute in the morning?"



Percy thought a minute. "Of course, you just insist on sleeping so much later than me, you never get to see it."



"Well, remind me to set the alarm. Kay?"



"Okay."



"You're hair's all sticking out." remarked Oliver as he raked both hands through it.



"Oh, well, I'll brush it."



"I'd really prefer you didn't."



Percy smiled. "What time is it."



Oliver glanced at the clock to his right. "It says, 'wow, Percy, even Ron's going to be impressed with this lie-in.' Um, what exactly does that mean?"



Percy blushed at the clock's choice of phrasing. "It just means that it must be really late. I never sleep in for very long, and Ron could sleep through a hurricane . . . or the twins."



"We were up late."



Percy looked into Oliver's eyes. "We were."



"I want to kiss you again, but we should probably get up."



"That's probably a good idea. Everyone's going to be shocked that I'm not up yet, anyway."



Oliver nodded, but didn't let go of Percy. "Yeah. Up, huh."



Percy nodded.



"Kay." Oliver leaned down and kissed Percy once more, quickly. "Up."



Oliver took his things into the bathroom, while Percy changed in his room. When Oliver returned, Percy ran in to brush his teeth. By the time the two made it downstairs, it was nearly 2:00 PM.



The entire Weasley clan, sans Percy, of course, was just sitting done to lunch. Everyone looked up when Percy and Oliver enter the kitchen.



"Jeez, Percy. I'm really proud of you. You slept past 10:30." said Ron.



Percy raised an eyebrow, smirking.



"He didn't keep you up all night, reading did he." asked George.



"No. We just got to talking is all." Oliver looked slightly angry at these words. He could almost feel Percy's frown.



"Yeah," added Percy. "It was late before we fell asleep."



"Talking about what?" asked a twin.



Both Percy and Oliver blushed.



Bill and Charlie exchanged a look over the table. "Well," said Charlie. "That's what vacations are for, right? Staying up all night and oversleeping."



"Of course they are, dear." Interjected Molly. "As long as one doesn't overdo it." she said, pointedly looking at the twins.



"What?" they exclaimed in unison.



This drew all attention away from Percy and Oliver and back onto whatever it was each person had been concentrating on in the first place. Percy and Oliver sat down next to one another at the table, moving to fill their plates. Conversation jumped around the table, but Oliver and Percy seemed to be in their own world, speaking lowly to one another.



Finally the twins stood up. "We're going down to the creek."



"Wanna come Oliver."



Oliver was still talking to Percy. "What?"



"To the creek."



"Wanna come."



Oliver looked to Percy. "Um, I don't know. Do you want to go to the creek?"



Fred rolled his eyes. "Of course not. He doesn't like the creek. It's dirty down there."



Molly spoke up at this. "You be nice. Invite your brother to go too."



George let out an exasperated sigh. "Fine. Would you like to accompany us to the creek, dear brother?"



But Bill didn't give him a chance to answer. "I actually wanted to show Percy some of the stuff I've brought back from Central America. You guys can go on to the creek if you'd like."



The twins didn't even pretend to be upset. They simply grabbed Oliver's arm and set off down the hall, pausing only to throw on their winter robes before heading out.



Percy was led up to his eldest brothers' room. "What did you want to show me, Bill?"

Bill glanced at Charlie, who said, "Sit down, Percy."



Percy looked confused for a second, but sat down on Charlie's bed. His brothers sat across from him on Bill's bed. "So."



Percy looked really confused now. "Yeah?"



Charlie nodded knowingly before speaking. "Oliver, huh?"



Percy looked like he was about faint. "What about him?" he asked hesitantly.



Bill smiled. "I, for one, don't think he's the twins' friend."



Percy looked at him. "He is."



"But your friend first, right?"



"I've known him longer, if that's what you mean." Percy said guardedly.



"No," Charlie said. "I think you know him better than the twins."



"We've roomed together for a while. I'd pretty much have to, wouldn't I?"



Bill decided to try a different tactic. "Does mum have any idea she's set you up in a bed with your boyfriend?"



Percy looked absolutely shocked, even fearful. "NO! And you can't tell he . . . I mean, you can't tell her that because it's not true. Oliver is just my friend."



Charlie smiled almost evilly. "Really? Cause I don't recall that big old bruise just below your ear being there before you went to bed last night. So, unless someone else snuck into your room to suck on your neck, I'd say you're pretty well busted, Percy."



Percy's hands flew up to his neck. Yeah, if he pressed slightly against the skin just below his right ear, he could feel that it was slightly tender. Leaving his right hand covering it, "Oh god, did anyone else see? Did mum?" Percy was near frantic.



"No," Bill soothed. "Noone else was paying attention."



"Well, how did you bloody well see it then?" Percy demanded.



Charlie, who was far too amused with this situation, opened his mouth in mock horror. "Percy, language!"



Percy just glared.



Bill raised a hand. "We're not going to tell anyone. We noticed the looks you and Oliver had been exchanging all afternoon yesterday. We'd already put two and two together. Besides, no one innocent blushes as much as you and Oliver do around each other. Honestly. We were just wondering what's going on. How long have you two been together?"



"Well, what time is it now?"



"Last night?"



"Yeah."



"Well, Happy Christmas to you." Charlie supplied.



"Is that all?" Percy asked.



"Oh, no. Not at all." said Charlie.



"Yeah," supplied Bill. "It's time for a Weasley brotherly talk."



Percy closed his eyes, "Oh god."





There it is. Hope you enjoyed. If I don't get to post again before then, Happy Christmas to everyone.