Another update, but this time with a little head's up. I've finally got around to updating my other long Percy/Oliver story THE GRAVITY OF LOVE, so check it out if you're a fan and look forward to more reliable updating for that one as well as this one. I have several more P/O stories to follow once these two are finished, so the end for me of Percy and Oliver love is not in sight for a while yet !! Enjoy !!

CHAPTER 7 - TIME FOR PHASE TWO MATE !

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BEEP

Meet me at the Lucky Leprechaun Bakery in Diagon tomorrow at ten. I haven't got much time so we'll be quite quick about it bitch.

And if I ever catch you calling me lass again I'll kick your arse.

BEEP. END OF MESSAGE. TO REPLAY, PRESS...

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Oliver was beginning to rethink his decision to meet his acquaintance first thing in the morning, especially when he was not sure what to expect from someone he has not seen in sometime.

But desperate times call for desperate measures as they say.

He had waited that morning till Percy left for work before getting dressed in a simple jeans and jumper combo that was hidden quite well underneath his normal black travel robes. The only telling feature he was wearing anything muggle was when the front white toes of his red converse sneakers poked out at the hem when he walked through the crowds. That was another thing he hated about meeting someone in Diagon during a weekday. There may have been many people off at work and at school but you still got the holiday crowd cramming the already narrow lane ways and small shops. But soon enough he turned a corner and it was with a great sigh of relief that he caught sight of the person he was meant to meet already seated at one of the tables out front.

" Took you long enough Wood. Was beginning to wonder if you chickened out and decided to stay home."

Oliver rolled his eyes as he unhooked his robe and draped it on the back if his seat before sitting down. " You obviously just apparated here on the spot I gather ?"

" I only live just outside Diagon so it seemed the most quicker option. You walked round I take it ?"

" Yeah. Wanted time to clear my head before meeting you here. And thanks for taking time out from training to do so. I know how hard they work you there."

" No problem Wood."

" Sorry to put you out Flint."

Of all the people I thought could help me, Marcus Flint wasn't one of them.

But he was in a bind, Penelope was unreachable and there was nobody else he could think of at the top of his head that could even remotely help him with the fiasco that was Percy Weasley. So he checked the first number on his call back list and the name Marcus Flint was the first he tried and got a message back. And he was glad too. If anything the former slut...Slytherin was a man of no bullshit and cut straight to the point, which was what Oliver knew he needed right now if he was going to get bloody anywhere with this deal. And it appeared still kept in good shape after school, as when Marcus waved over a waiter and ordered them two pints Wood cast a quick once over the other man.

Still has his hair cut short and shaggy and black as ever. Stomach's flat and chest prominent under that black knit jumper, the bulge nice and large in the front of those cream coloured slacks as well. And his face is smooth and clear of any scars or blemishes from the field.

All in all, perfect condition for what I have in mind.

" So what is it that you have in mind for me Wood ?"

Oliver blinked, snapped out of his musings to see Marcus grinning at him from across the table, leaning forward with his arms folded on top. The other man couldn't help but blush as those deep blue eyes looked straight into his own.

" I need your help with a situation I'm having. It's a bit personal and..."

" I'm not being your fuck buddy anymore," Marcus said, his tone playful as he leaned back into his seat. " If you're that desperate hire a whore from downtown London."

Wood felt the blush creep up under his skin but pressed on.

" That was a one off time and you know it. Hardly what you would call a fuck even Flint so get over it. Not everything is about you you know."

" It should be. Life would be less of a bloody bore."

Wood grunted, stopping himself before he'd say something he'd know he'd regret later down the track. He needed Flint for this and knew that if he'd pissed him off too soon he'd get no where. He waited until the waiter came and delivered them their pints of lager, immediately taking a rather large swig before starting the conversation again. Marcus, damn him, was thoroughly amused by his nervousness and took his time sipping from his own ale while looking over the rim with a questioning gaze.

Was the only bloke who could really read me on the pitch back at school. I wonder if it carried it's way over off ? God I hope not !

" I need your help with something. And your the only one that can give it to me."

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" And I want those forms on my desk in two hours Mr Weasley."

Percy nodded, inwardly groaning at the extra amount already waiting for him back at his cramped office in the back of the department in the Ministry he worked in, along with the stacks of other paperwork still awaiting him in his IN tray.

" And I think you should in future double check your Intel on whether or not we have cancelled our work for the week Mr Weasley. You're a bit too old to be playing truant you know."

But that doesn't stop you from skipping work to fuck your secretary in some smelly Inn in Knockturn Alley now does it sir ?

Of coarse Percy just nodded and accepting his telling off from the head of his department and was soon out of there and scurrying down a narrow hallway in search of his office. A few more turns minus a quick stop at the coffee machine and he was there, shoving through the rows of eight or nine desks that were leading up to his own private residence and did not rest until his ears heard the saintly sound of the door slamming shut behind him and the lock clicking into place.

Only ten thirty and already I'm regretting getting out of bed. But I had to. Especially with the way Oliver was acting this morning.

Frowning as he threw himself lazily into his chair behind the rather large desk Percy began to wonder what exactly was up with the skittish nature of his newly required roommate. Oliver was really apprehensive that morning, watching him out of the corner of his eyes and not saying much as both ate breakfast at the table, not saying anything other than asking what time he would get off work and if he'd be coming home straight after.

" Just really weird. But then again this is Oliver Wood I'm dealing with." Percy muttered, chuckling as he picked up his small battered briefcase onto his desk and snapping it open to retrieve his pens and work files. Then wished he hadn't done it in the first place when he peered inside and swore to high heaven.

I do not need this. Not now. Not ever !

The papers and pens were a complete shamble. Pens were leaking and papers were creased and sticking out all over the place and what suspiciously looked like a three day old snack pack shoved in the back pocket. A pissed looking Oliver Wood peering up over the top of the mess as well wasn't helping matters either.

Oliver Wood in my bag ? Oh no...

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" Where is it ? Where is it ? I can't leave work without it !"

Half dressed and already late for work Percy grabbed his briefcase, ripped open the latches and literally threw all it's contents onto the bedcovers, ignoring the pissed look of Oliver Wood of the magazine cover and instead began scouring over the papers and inks and quills to find what was missing.

" If I don't have my name tag I can't get security clearance for my level ! And if I'm late this time on top of skipping work I'm screwed. Of all the...there you are you bastard !"

The small name tag with a prissy looking picture of Percy Weasley caught his eye from underneath the stack of clearance issue forms and magic issue licences. Letting a long held breathe finally Percy quickly opened his case up again and just ramming and cramming all his supplies back into it, not checking to see if he got everything before snapping it shut and going to his closet to grab his shirt, Ministry robe AND his bag of Floo powder to get there in the fuckin' first place.

Just as long as I get there on time...

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And I did get on time. Only I bought something I shouldn't have.

A quick wave of his wand and a few muttered spells took care of his leaking quills and a few half opened jars of ink, while a few curse words and another few waves and charms straightened out and reorganised his papers. In short there was no reason why Percy could not make headway in his mountains of paper work and hopefully have time for lunch.

Except for a certain magazine now sitting smack bang in the middle of his desk, it's cover boy currently going on all fours like a randy mongrel on the locker room bench, one hand dipping between his legs and rubbing the bulge in the front of his breeches in a provocatively slow manner.

Bastard.

He should of just put the magazine back in his bag and returned to work. He could even of thrown it in his waste paper basket or the nearby fire place and burn the entire thing to cinders. Yet here he was, alone in a quiet charmed room with no see through windows and the only entry door securely locked, seriously considering opening the thing and reading the article.

I've got my fingers on the cover already. No point in starting something and not finishing it after all. The doors locked and no one ever comes and bothers me anyway, so no embarrassing intrusions are imminent.

In the background he heard the office clock tick away. Further outside he heard the rumblings of the office workers moving from one side of the room to the other and the slight hum that came from the muggle water cooler the Minister had relented to install while in his absence. But nothing sounded more louder to Percy Weasley's ears at that second when he took a deep breathe and, praying that it would not be too revealing for Oliver's sake, turned the front page slowly open.

The longest journey begins with a small step.

Or in my case, a well hung Keeper.

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" Weasley keeps his place rather clean doesn't he ?"

Oliver nodded, watching as Marcus slowly wandered around the small lounge room of Percy's apartment. Now and again he'd stop and look at a certain object of piece of muggle with a hand, his other still holding on to the small gym bag he'd had on him when they were back at the cafe only half an hour ago. In around a minute he seemed finished when he promptly threw the bag to the floor then himself into a nearby lounge chair, his feet dangling over an arm while his arms folding neatly behind his scruffy black haired head.

" So," Marcus grinned, looking up to see Wood behind him and looking down with a rather amused expression. " When do we start ?"

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YOU SEEM TO BE ENJOYING YOUR TIME AT PUDDLEMERE. IS IT ALL YOU DREAMED IT WOULD BE ?

Aye, it is love. They're the best bunch of blokes you could ever hope to play Quidditch with and we have the most dedicated players in the league I reckon. Top blokes and very professional when they need to be.

HOW WOULD IT COMPARE TO YOUR TIME AT HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY ? EASIER OR HARDER THAN YOU THOUGHT IT WOULD BE ?

No comparison. Granted, the school rules and procedures made the game much more of a pussy's one in our fifth and sixth year but it got better in our seventh, which is when we won the Cup after a seven year loosing streak.

AND YOU ALSO HAD THE FAMOUS HARRY POTTER AS YOUR SEEKER AS I UNDERSTAND. HOW IS HE YOU THINK AS A PLAYER OF THE GAME ?

Harry's a great bloke. A little on the short side but that's great given he was the Seeker on out side at school and back then he was the best Seeker Hogwarts had seen in about a century. And the youngest too ! It's a shame if the bloke doesn't take up the game pro after he leaves but who knows. Especially after what happened last year with Dumbledore and the school being closed until further notice.

And on. And on. And on. And on.

Man's a one person self promotion whore.

Expecting sex and scandal all Percy was finding was an interview where the gushing presumably female reporter was asking all these bore arsed questions about Oliver Wood and the game he loved. Here and there were pics of him with his shirt off with the pants undone to show his pubic hair just rising about the front pouch of his briefs, and one or two shots where you got great arse shots under the shower or laying back against a nearby locker. There were no dick shots and if there was not that twinkle in the brown eyes that spelled out mischief it was completely and utterly boring and not the least bit arousing.

But then why do I have my fly undone and my right hand shoved down my briefs and wanking like mad while reading it ?

Gritting his teeth and cursing to high heaven under his breathe Percy snarled, yanking his hand out of his briefs and zipping up his fly, all the while trying not to notice the smirking image of the Oliver Wood currently looking up at him from the page. An Oliver Wood currently grinning at him from behind his shoulder as he soaped up his shoulders underneath the hot spray of the shower spray, the water trickling down his smooth back and pooling just at the curve where his taunt toned arse cheeks bucked out from the back.

Just shut it. There's nothing here that you didn't know before and certainly nothing life altering. Nothing that will make me continue reading this fan-girl drivel. Just shut it now and...

NOW ONTO YOUR PRIVATE LIFE. THERE HAVE BEEN RUMOURS CIRCULATING FOR A WHILE SURROUNDING YOUR, HOW SHOW WE SAY, SEXUAL PREFERENCE ?

( Oliver chuckles but seemed undeterred by the question ) What would you like to know ?

IS IT TRUE YOU ARE GAY ?

( Oliver smiles, leans back against the locker as he wraps a towel around his waist before answering ) I'm what ever you want me to be love. What ever you like fingering yourself or wanking your cock to. As long as it's just me mind, I have no fuss either way. I'm open to anything really.

SO YOUR BI SEXUAL THEN ?

More like Try sexual. ( laughs ) I'll try anything as long as it stands still and has a pulse.

Percy's eyes nearly burst out of their sockets, his whole hand shaking as he continued to read the article and the rest of the questions.

DO YOU HAVE A PARTICULAR TYPE THEN ? MALE OR FEMALE ? THERE WERE REPORTS RECENTLY IN QUIDDITCH WEEKLY ABOUT YOU HANGING OUT WITH THE FALCON'S MARCUS FLINT, A WELL KNOWN BI SEXUAL QUIDDITCH PLAYER.

Fuck off !! He's a former Slytherin for one and there's no way I'd shag someone from the opposing team on any account. I admit he's fit and all, but definitely not what I like in a bloke. I can tell you though that in a bird I like long blonde hair, portly body and a nice big set of tits ! Nice jiggly set of jugs get me right off !

Percy fought the urge to roll his eyes. Typical Oliver answer right there.

AND WHAT OF THE MALE VARIETY MR WOOD ? ANYTHING YOU WISH TO TELL YOUR MALE FANS OF THAT PERSUASION ?

Yeah. Tell them as long as they can take all my ten inches up their arse without bitching like an unpaid whore they can take a ticket and get in line !! ( snorts with laughter as he sees the interviewer blush, though he calms down enough to look down thoughtfully, then back at the interviewer and then at Percy ) Seriously though, what would I like in a male, eh, partner ?

YES.

I've had enough of the sex to be honest,, both of the male and female variety and am looking for something a bit more...long term I guess you could say. Someone who is willing for more than a ten dollar drink minimum, a 24 pack of condoms and bottle of lube on the night stand waiting back home.

SO WHAT WOULD HE HAVE TO HAVE TO GET YOUR ATTENTION THESE DAYS FOR THAT TO HAPPEN ?

Someone with a sense of humour, fit, wants something more from the daily grind and is willing to put up with all my shit that comes with being not only a Quidditch player but also being Oliver Wood. That will help. Someone who can be there for me and know how I am and know how I will be with them and know that I will be there for them if they'd give me the chance. ( chuckles, looks back up and right into the camera and so at Percy )

Oh, and red hair and a high intellect isn't too bad either.

HOLY SHIT !

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" OLIVER WOOD !!"

Oliver cringed when he heard the front door slam, followed seconds later by a clearly pissed Weasley yelling his name as he thundered down the hallway and towards the kitchen where he was. Turning down the heat of the stove and taking one last look at his preparations the Keeper turned around in time to see Percy standing there in the entry way, looking like he was about to kill something. Or someone to be more correct.

One guess who that could be. And...is he clutching that Playwitch in his right hand ?

Percy stormed forward and shoved the magazine right into the startled man's face, dropping his briefcase where he stood while beginning to unclasp his robe with his free hand. " WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE BI SEXUAL ?!"

Oliver merely grinned, placing his hands on his hips. " Good afternoon to you too Weasley. And how was your day back at work ? Fudge miss you not being there to give his ego it's daily stroking ?"

Percy glared. " Don't change the subject ! Why didn't you tell me you were that way in the first place ? Even back at school ? "

" Because of the way your acting now you stupid arse ! Now shut up and get ready for dinner. We're expecting a guest quite shortly so if you don' mind I'm off to get ready."

Momentarily thrown from the sudden change of topic Percy suddenly took stock of what was in front of him. A tea of steamed veggies and rice was cooking in pots on the stove, with a large bottle of red being chilled in a bucket filled with ice set to one side on the bench. And Oliver was clad in smallest pair of white briefs imaginable and the shortest pair of fuzzy yellow socks. It was then too that he noticed the distinct hissing sounds of the hot water pumping through the pipes in the cramped flat. A minute later the sound faded telling them the water was switched off, replaced by someone whistling from the bathroom and the door to it being turned off the lock.

He's got tea on and dressed in the bare necessities with the table set for three and the showers on and he's not in it. Which means that...

" YOU'VE JUST FUCKED SOMEONE HAVEN'T YOU ! WHO IS SHE ?! WHO IS..."

" Well this certainly isn't how I planned to meet you after so long."

That voice ! Oh god no !! Of all the fuckers he had to shag it had to be...

Turning around ever so slowly he was bought face to face with none other that former Slytherin Marcus Flint himself, leaning against the hallway wall in nothing more than a fluffy white towel and that ever present smug look of his all over his face.

" 'Lo there Weasley. Did Oliver tell you the good news yet ?"

Percy shook his head, trying in vain not to notice how well the bronzed skin looked under the harsh lighting with the dampness of the shower steam cling to it and making every little crevice of his six pack stand out. " No."

Marcus grinned widened.

" You've got yourself a new room mate."

TBC...