Written for Hogwarts' Funfair Events: Northern - Sophie's Ice Cream Stall: Marshmallow - Percy Weasley & Chocolate - Oliver Wood, Eastern: Penny Slot Machine - 2: Percy Weasley, 65: (emotion) joy, 71: (quote) "it doesn't matter if the cup is half full or half empty, because there's water in the cup".

Also for the Writing Club: Disney Challenge - C5: Grumpy - Write about someone grumpy. Alt, write about someone with a kind heart, despite their harsh demeanor, Showtime 13: Wait For It - (character) Percy Weasley, Count Your Buttons: C3 - Oliver Wood, Lyric Alley 13: Look into your eyes And the sky's the limit.

Word count: 557

"I can't believe you dragged me here," Percy mumbled, tugging at his red and gold scarf so he could breathe.

Outside, it had been too cold not to wear it, but Honeydukes currently housed enough students to raise the inside temperature to the point where Percy felt like he was melting.

Oliver rolled his eyes at him and, through their joined hands, tugged him along toward a nearby stand.

Surprisingly — or perhaps not, since Oliver could be incredibly thoughtful when he wanted to — that stand didn't have as many people hovering around it as some of the others. It was a chocolate stand, and not one of the newer ones, which Percy supposed explained that.

Unsurprisingly, however, those chocolates were Quidditch-related, and Percy found himself smothering back a laugh.

"Of course. You had to find the one Quidditch-related sweet in this shop, didn't you?"

Percy's words may have seemed harsh but his tone was fond. Oliver smiled back, somewhat sheepish, before the chocolate charmed Quidditch set caught his attention again.

Percy couldn't really blame him. It was a gorgeous piece of magic — and knowing Honeydukes and their chocolate, a delicious one. His mood soured a little as he glanced at the price — there was no way he'd ever be able to afford this. Not today, anyway.

But one day… One day, he would be able to — and then he'd buy Oliver all the chocolate Quidditch sets his boyfriend could ever want.

Today, however, he might have just enough for the brooms part of the set.

Later, they munched on them as they trudged through the snow.

"See?" Oliver was saying, grinning as he bumped their shoulders together. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"

Percy's lips twitched up. He swang their hands between them, eyes wandering around the snow-covered village before coming back to Oliver's face. His cheeks and nose were flushed red from the cold, and Percy loved him so much it hurt.

"It was… acceptable," he finally said.

"Acceptable," Oliver repeated slowly, an eyebrow raised questioningly.

Percy sighed, his lips inexplicably twitching up into another smirk. He felt light. "You know what I mean."

Oliver's eyes softened. He raised their linked hands and pressed a kiss over the back of Percy's hand.

It would have been more romantic if they hadn't both been wearing gloves, but Percy's heart flipped over in his chest nonetheless.

"I do," Oliver finally replied, staring straight into Percy's eyes.

"I wouldn't mind doing it again," Percy said, going for nonchalant and probably ending up with awkward instead.

But Oliver still grinned back like Percy had given him the world — or rather, the Quidditch Cup.

They walked back to the carriages after that, and Percy let Oliver talk about his plans for Gryffindor's next Quidditch match.

It was oddly soothing, and just like that, he realized that he wanted this forever.

"Say, Oliver," he started to ask as the carriage started off, "would you —"

Oliver's eyes snapped to him, curious and wide. He trailed off in the middle of hs sentence. "What is it?"

Percy's words dried up in his mouth. "Nothing. You were saying, about the Chasers?"

Oliver gave him one last considering look before he resumed his explanation, but that was fine. They were young still. barely seventeen. They still had time.