It turned out that Sirius Black had entered Gryffindor Tower that night. A foolish boy named Neville Longbottom had left the passwords lying around and somehow, they'd gotten into Sirius Black's hands! It was even more difficult to get into the common room for most people. The password was changing every day and security trolls were roaming the hall near Gryffindor tower.

The new security wasn't worrying Oliver at all. He was busy planning out practice schedules and new plays. They would be facing Slytherin and this game determined whether or not they won the Quidditch Cup.

Percy, on the other hand, was just as much in charge of controlling security as the staff was. Students were to be inside their common rooms by 8 o'clock, students weren't to be on the grounds after 6 o'clock. Percy insisted that he could deal with the Dementors even, but Dumbledore would not allow anyone other than himself to take on that task.

"Spinnet and Dansing 4th floor, 9 o'clock until 11 o'clock. Larson and McKinnon, 5th floor, 9 o'clock until 11 o'clock. Hodge and Prescott, 6th floor, same time. Burke and Larson, 7th floor, same time," Percy scanned the schedule he'd made for the prefects. He looked up, "Hodge and Burke, if I hear that the two of you are anywhere other than your designated area, I will be letting Headmaster know."

"You don't have to worry about that," Patricia Hodge said coolly, "I won't be anywhere near that slime."

Percy rolled his eyes. "I don't have time for lover's quarrels, just do what needs to be done and don't bring it into these meetings. Now go."

The room emptied.

"Speaking of lover's quarrels," Alicia Spinnet said, smirking, "I've noticed that you and Mr. Oliver Wood are on speaking terms again."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Percy questioned.

"Well, Ang and I have been talking about it, and we've noticed Oliver's much more enthusiastic now, and a lot less frustrated," Alicia said. "I'm glad you two worked things out. Makes for a much better practice."

"Go do what I asked," Percy said, cheeks burning red.

Percy was hunched over on his bed, reading about Dark Magic of the 20th century. These were things he certainly needed to be aware of if he was going to work in the Ministry.

"Perce," Oliver said.

"What?" Percy said without looking up.

"I'm booooored," Oliver said. He plopped down on the bed next to him.

"Um, okay?" Percy replied, glancing at Oliver. "Why don't you work on that Transfiguration essay?"

"Finished it this morning," Oliver said.

"What about Quidditch practice?"

"None today."

"Have you read the pages we were supposed to for potions?"

"Yes."

"Hm…"

"God, take a hint, will you?" Oliver said. He snatched the book out of Percy's hand, and placed it carefully on the bedside table. He leaned close to Percy. "We're alone in the dormitory."

"Oh."

"So… we might as well take advantage of that," Oliver smirked.

"Oh…" Percy said, feeling a blush creep over his face.

"Unless you don't want to," Oliver said, leaning away from Percy.

Without meaning to, Percy leaned towards Oliver, "No, I want to. We're not really supposed to…."

"Snog in the dorms?"

"Erm, no."

"Where is the appropriate snogging place?"

"Nowhere, really…"

Oliver leaned closer to Percy. "Nowhere?"

"Erm, not exactly."

"Is that why you and Penelope used to snog in empty classrooms?" Oliver asked.

Percy felt himself turn a deeper shade of red.

"Or are you making excuses because you're nervous?"

Percy could feel Oliver's breath on his lips, as he spoke. He swallowed.

"Do I make you nervous?" Oliver purred.

"Of course not," Percy replied.

"Then kiss me," Oliver said.

Percy leaned in until he felt Oliver's lips on his. He closed his eyes and kissed Oliver softly. Oliver smiled into the kiss and returned it, softly as well. Oliver lifted is hand to caress Percy's cheek, his fingertips in the edge of Percy's hair.

Footsteps, the dormitory door.

They both quickly pulled away and Percy pulled his book off of the table.

Ackley gave them a quizzical look and opened his trunk. "You two are weird."

Rain was pouring down on the castle, wind rattling the windows. Percy was patrolling the hallways, importantly, with his chest puffed out. He tutted with disapproval when the Gryffindor Quidditch team rushed inside dripping wet. Filch had just gotten through with cleaning this corridor. He wouldn't be happy when he found out what had just happened.

Percy went on his merry way, choosing to ignore the sopping wet players, mostly because Oliver wasn't present. He'd spent a good part of his hallway duty worrying about Oliver out in the weather, but since Oliver didn't have the decency to return with his team, it seems the worry was wasted.

He turned down what he knew to be a shortcut to the Great Hall. Dinner time was approaching after all, and surely there would be someone doing something wrong that Percy could correct.

Instead of a smooth trip there, he ran into the Quidditch Captain himself.

"Perce! There you are!" Oliver said, dripping wet, still in his Quidditch robes.

"Don't call me that," Percy said indigenously. "And also, go change. You look like a wet dog."

Oliver grinned, "Am I a cute wet puppy?"

"No, you're a revolting wet hound," Percy said. "You really should go before Filch sees you. He's going to be extremely upset that the floors he just polished are soaking wet."

"Lighten up," Oliver said.

Percy made an indistinct noise.

"Besides, Filch never comes this way," Oliver said. He took a few steps closer to Percy. "No one does."

"You know, with the weather being so terrible, I've been a little worried about you," Percy said. "Was practice bad?"

Oliver smiled, "We've got the best team since Charlie was here. I'm not worried in the slightest."

"That's good news then," Percy said, somehow finding himself much closer to Oliver than comfort. But as it should've been uncomfortable, it wasn't at all. "My, you really are soaked," Percy said, not even bothering to make it unobvious that his eyes were raking over Oliver.

"I could never seem to keep you out of my thoughts, all through practice," Oliver said. "I decided that I needed to find you straight away and let you know…"

"Water is dripping on me," Percy said.

"You caused me to let Katie get a Quaffle in."

"Can't we talk about this later?" Percy asked, cheeks reddening. "I'm to be on patrol duty and—"

But Percy never got to give his reason. Oliver's lips were on his.

Then, Oliver was staring at Percy, whose mouth was gaped opened in awe.

"This couldn't have waited until you were at least dry?"

Oliver laughed. "I suppose it could've."

Percy wanted more. Desperately. He didn't dare make the move though. "Later," he said, feeling realization sweep over him and his cheeks turning red.

"I want you though," Oliver said in a whisper.

Percy almost collapsed on the spot. "Oliver…"

Then, their hands were all over each other. Percy had forgotten that he was complaining about Oliver being wet. His hands were in Oliver's still-wet hair. Oliver was smiling into the kiss, tracing Percy's sides through his robes, the other hand clasped onto the back of his neck.

Soon, Percy found himself in the most heated snog he'd ever been in before, pressed against the wall, thankful no one ever came this way, the very thing he disapproved of. Somehow, that made it all the more exciting. He was never one for breaking rules, ever, but having Oliver pressing against him, panting and groaning into the sloppy kiss they were still sharing made him throw caution to the wind.

Oliver pressed his hands against the wall on both sides of Percy and chuckled, "Head Boy, rule breaking, imagine that."

"Do I hear voices," Peeves the Poltergeist came into view. "What would students be doing away from the Great Hall at dinner time?"

Oliver quickly pulled away from Percy and stood straight.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" Peeves grinned, "Big Head Boy and Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, two students who should not be sneaking off suspiciously in the corridor."

"I was patrolling, making sure nothing put of the ordinary was happening, and Oliver here was keeping me company," Percy said, puffing out his chest.

"How can you be looking if you're busy snogging!"

Percy felt his cheeks burning red.

"Oh, Weezy Head Boy and Woody Quidditch Captain,
Must fancy each other for after what Peevsy saw happen,
He couldn't be convinced otherwise—"

"Lovely," Percy said glowing red. "Just lovely. Peeves has written a song about us."

"We must be important," Oliver said.

Percy sighed.

The two of them made their way into the Great Hall. No weird looks, nothing. Percy smiled to himself and took a seat next to Ginny, and Oliver next to him beside Angelina.

Moments later, Fred and George made a place across from Oliver and Percy.

"We heard a bit of a song," Fred said grinning.

Percy rolled his eyes.

Percy was on patrol duty. Security had yet to lighten up. He had his eyes on the other end of the corridor. Totally and entirely empty. He sighed to himself, almost wanting someone to be doing something wrong so that there was something to do.

"Hey there, handsome," Oliver said from behind Percy, making him nearly jump out of his skin. Well, he got his wish.

"Do you want to give me heart failure or what?" Percy asked pushing his glassed up.

"Just wanted to say hi," Oliver replied, innocently.

Percy crossed his arms, "Well, don't be so sneaky about it."

"Sorry, sir," Oliver teased.

"Some days, I suspect you're too cute for your own good," Percy said, feeling the heat rise in his neck.

"You think so?" Oliver asked, grinning.

"Shut up," Percy rolled his eyes.

Oliver pushed Percy against the wall. "Make me."

"Damn you," Percy muttered before pressing his lips to Oliver's.

"I resent that," Oliver said against Percy's lips. He pressed a kiss to Percy's jawline, down to his neck. "I really, really do," he purred.

"Doesn't sound like it to me," Percy said, his head thrown back, allowing Oliver more room to kiss.

"Trust me," Oliver murmured between a kiss.

"WOOD! WEASLEY! WHAT ON EARTH - !"

The flush that was already rising on Percy, darkened as Oliver jumped away from him. They faced a flabbergasted Professor McGonagall.

"EXPLAIN YOURSELVES!"

"I'm terribly, terribly sorry, Professor," Oliver spoke up. "I just couldn't keep my hands to myself."

"Oliver!" Percy exclaimed, looking outraged.

McGonagall almost looked as if she were biting back a laugh. "Be that as it may, Mr. Wood, you are not supposed to be out in the corridors this late, especially in the state of things! I expect you've been out late enough, Mr. Weasley. I suggest you both make your way back to your dormitories," she said with tut. "With no detours or stops," she added.

"Yes, Professor," Percy said, feeling his cheeks burning still. "I can assure you that this will never happen—"

"Go!"

Percy decided to come and watch Oliver practice. It was a nice day, the wind was blowing, and the sun was shining. Oliver had been exclaiming that it was such a beautiful day for Quidditch. Percy had brought his History of Magic book with him, but found himself staring at Oliver more often than reading.

When the practice ended, Oliver met Percy when he left the stands.

"I'm glad you came to watch us!" Oliver said enthusiastically. "We're really doing well! And you didn't distract me once, oddly enough." Oliver winked at him.

Percy smiled, "Well, it is a rather nice day."

"Mhm," Oliver grinned. He looked over his shoulder and watched the rest of the team disappearing from view, as they walked toward the castle.

He pressed his lips to Percy's with an eagerness that was new to Percy. Oliver wrapped an arm around Percy, drawing him closer. Percy wrapped his arms around Oliver's neck, responding to the kiss with as much enthusiasm.

"Damn it," Oliver muttered, pulling away. "We've got to stop."

Percy didn't particularly care if they were ever to stop. "What? – I mean, um, yes. Of course. Um, why?"

"Madame Hooch comes to lock up the locker rooms as soon as dusk hits," Oliver said.

"Right," Percy nodded.

Oliver chuckled. "This seems to keep happening, doesn't it?"

"Yes," Percy sighed, knowing exactly what Oliver meant. Every time they tried to have a snog, it was interrupted, one way or another. In fact, any time they even attempted to flirt with each other it was somehow put to a stop. "Those empty classrooms are looking more and more inviting," Percy said.

"I like the sound of that," Oliver smirked, taking Percy's hand in his as they made their way toward the castle.

The corridor was empty. Not a soul, living, dead, or otherwise was abounding.

"Hurry," Percy muttered.

"No need to tell me twice," Oliver replied rushing past Percy and into the empty room.

Percy shut the door behind them.

"Well, well, well, finally he succumbs to the empty classroom approach," Oliver taunted, wrapping his arms around Percy.

"Yep," Percy said simply. He put his hands on Oliver's toned chest, pushing back.

Oliver smirked and felt the back of his thighs hit a desk. He lifted himself on top of it. "Then come here, unless you've changed your mind."

"Nope, sorry, changed my mind," Percy said, pushing himself between Oliver's parted legs. "Shut up and kiss me."

"Yes, sir," Oliver said. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Percy's.

The sun was out, and it was a beautiful day. Slytherin and Gryffindor filed out onto the field. Oliver already didn't like the look that Marcus Flint had on his face. They shook hands, rather roughly and mounted their brooms.

The whistle blew, and Alicia was on her way to the Slytherin goalpost first thing, Quaffle in hand. She was intercepted, then Angelina got the Quaffle from Warrington and managed to score. She raised her fist to celebrate, then was nearly knocked off her broom by Flint. "Sorry!" he was calling, "Didn't see her!"

"Filthy liar," Percy murmured from his seat in the stands, eyes narrowed.

Then, Fred's Beater's bat was flying out of his hand and at Flint's head. Flint's nose came into contact with his broom from being hit and started to bleed. Although, Percy had to admit Flint deserved that, Fred shouldn't have done that. Madame Hooch agreed, and called penalty on both teams.

Gryffindor scored.

Flint flew over toward the Gryffindor goalpost. Oliver had a loose grip on his broom, but his jaw was clenched tight. Flint, blood and all, smirked at Oliver. Oliver never took his eyes from the Quaffle. When Madame Hooch blew her whistle, he watched carefully, moving with his eyes. With just a fraction of an inch, he reached out his arm and saved it.

"Yes!" Percy exclaimed, laughing.

Katie Bell had possession of the Quaffle, when Montague, clearly on purpose, grabbed her head rather than the Quaffle. She managed to stay on her broom, but lost the Quaffle.

Percy was sure that wasn't acceptable. Madame Hooch's whistle confirmed his thought, and Katie put another penalty past Slytherin's Keeper.

Gryffindor was up 30 – 0.

Slytherin finally had possession of the Quaffle. Oliver was ready to swerve, but the ball was too fast and Slytherin scored. Lee Jordan used such an awful curse word over the commentary that Percy was shocked when McGonagall allowed him to keep the megaphone.

Two more penalties were given to each team. This time, Oliver saved Gryffindor.

It was by-far the nastiest game that Percy had ever witnessed. He knew it wasn't quite over yet, because Oliver had told him that Gryffindor needed to be up 50 points before Harry could go after the Snitch, in order for them to win the Cup.

But Gryffindor was up 50 – 10. After Katie scored, Fred and George surrounded her, warding off any Slytherin attacks. The Slytherin Beaters decided to take advantage of their absence on the rest of the field, and directed both the Bludgers in Oliver's direction. There was nothing he could do, they both pelted him in the stomach. Percy was on the edge of his seat, beside himself with anger and concern, as Oliver rolled over in the air, clutching his broom.

"You do not attack the Keeper unless the Quaffle is within the scoring area!" Madame Hooch shrieked with anger.

Percy kept his eyes focused on Oliver, until he was steady on his broom again.

Gryffindor received another penalty. Then, Alicia scored again.

"Come on, Harry," Percy muttered, watching the 3rd year, soaring above. He realized it when Harry caught sight of the Snitch, he took off, but Malfoy had latched onto the back of his broom.

"PENALTY TO GRYFFINDOR! I HAVE NEVER SEEN SUCH TACTICS!" Madame Hooch was screaming.

"YOU FILTHY CHEATING BASTARD!" Lee Jordan exclaimed into the megaphone. Percy noticed that McGonagall was no longer paying any attention to Jordan's language, for her hat had fallen off, and she was shaking her angry fist in Malfoy's direction shouting furiously.

As frustrated as everyone else, Alicia missed her shot. Montague managed to score soon after that. Then, Angelina scored.

Gryffindor was in the lead, 80 – 20.

Then, everyone noticed Malfoy had caught sight of the Snitch. Everyone was screaming, Gryffindors and Slytherins, as Harry began to catch up. Harry was at Malfoy's ankles, then they were level. Suddenly, Harry had caught the Snitch.

Oliver was the first to meet Harry, half-blinded by tears. The rest of the team met him, and tangled together in a many-armed hug, they drifted down to hit the ground. Percy was racing out of his seat with the rest of the Gryffindor supporters.

When Percy reached Oliver, he threw his arms around Percy, sobbing on his shoulder, squeezing him tightly. "Congratulations," Percy said, to where only Oliver could hear.

They Gryffindor team was soon lifted onto the shoulders of the crowd. McGonagall was sobbing harder than Oliver, wiping her eyes with a Gryffindor flag. Percy was jumping up and down like a maniac, he could hardly believe himself. His eyes stayed on Oliver, as Oliver took the enormous Quidditch Cup into his hands and beamed with tears shining on his cheeks.