THC

House: Ravenclaw

Class: Head of House

Category: Standard

Prompt(s) chosen: [Speech] "For the third and final time, yes", [Speech] "I'm mildly enjoying it."

Word count: 1049

Notes: AU since Percy and Oliver are married

I'll love you no matter what happens

Percy loved his husband; that was a fact that no one could object, but he wasn't sure if he loved his husband enough to sit through a very boring gala. He knew that it was an important fundraiser for Oliver's Quidditch team, but Percy would rather be at home working on his report that was due than interacting with a bunch of people he didn't know.

Percy had tried to network earlier when they arrived at the gala, but no one seemed interested in what he did at the Ministry and how that would help them. It was such a shame too, because Percy had a lot of ideas, but it was their loss. Now that the dinner portion of the gala had passed, some dancing started in the middle of the ballroom.

"Just one dance," Oliver held his hand out to Percy. "Then we can sit back down."

"Can't we leave yet?" Percy whined but stood up anyway since he knew Oliver wouldn't stop asking.

"You know that I have to stay until the end," Oliver led him to the middle of all the dancing couples.

Percy wasn't the best at dancing, their first dance at their wedding hadn't gone the best since Percy had two left feet. Their attempt at dancing at this gala hadn't fared any better. Oliver did his best to lead Percy, but it felt like everyone was staring. The music drowned out most of the chatter around them as Percy focused on not tripping.

"I know this isn't how you wanted to spend the night," Oliver said as he spun Percy around. For anyone else, it would have been a cute idea, but it caused Percy's feet to end up under each other and Percy ended up on the floor. He felt something pop in his ankle and then a sharp pain. Tears filled his eyes as Oliver knelt down next to him, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, it's just sprained," Percy closed his eyes as Oliver helped him up off the floor. The pain increased a little when he tried to set his foot down. "That means it can't be healed with magic though,"

"Probably best to let it heal on its own, but we can get you something for the pain." Oliver led him back to their seats and Percy tried not to look at anyone. He knew his face was as red as his hair and he didn't want to acknowledge the embarrassment. Oliver walked away once Percy was seated. It wasn't long before Oliver came back with a potion to help ease Percy's pain. "Drink the whole thing. Are you sure you're okay?"

"You sound like my mother," Percy rolled his eyes but drank the entire potion. The pain in his ankle slowly started to subside but it was still swollen. "I feel perfectly fine now."

"We should get you home," Oliver looked around, "I should go tell my coach. I'll be right back."

If Percy had known that spraining his ankle would have let him go home, he would have done it sooner. When Oliver returned, they apparated back to their apartment and Oliver carried him to the couch.

"I shouldn't have asked you to dance," Oliver began to fret over Percy's ankle. He inspected the swollen skin and pressed down on it. "Does it hurt?"

"I'm sure it would if I hadn't taken the potion, but I can't feel anything now."

"Are you really okay?"

"For the third and final time, yes," Percy sighed, "I'm absolutely okay."

"You aren't lying to me?" Oliver leaned down to get closer to Percy's face.

"Why would I lie about it?" Percy shook his head, "Then I'd be in pain."

"You never like to tell me when something's wrong so I like to double-check." Oliver pressed a kiss onto Percy's forehead. He moved to sit in one of their armchairs leaving Percy alone on the couch.

"It wasn't even double-checking, you asked me three times and I bet you're going to ask again later."

"You like when I dote on you, don't lie." Oliver laughed, "I bet you also like that we got to go home early."

"I'm mildly enjoying it," Percy retorted.

"I think it's more than mild."

"I guess it depends on how nice you are to me over the next few days."

"I'm always nice to you," Oliver scoffed, "It's why you married me."

"You're confused," Percy laughed, "I married you because you annoy me less than other people."

"In Percy terms, that's the same thing."

"Oh, and you're fluent in Percy terms?" Percy tried to turn a bit to look at Oliver. It caused him to lose his balance and he began to fall off the couch. Oliver jumped up and caught him before Percy could hit his ankle on the floor or coffee table.

"At least I saved you this time," Oliver set him back down on the couch.

"If only you saved me the first time."

"You're supposed to say something like 'thank you, my knight in shining armor'," Oliver laughed.

"I would never say that," Percy snorted, "I thought you were fluent in Percy language."

"Yeah, but sometimes I hope you go off script," Oliver brushed Percy's hair out of his face from where it got messed up from the fall.

"If I went off script I wouldn't be the Percy you know and love."

"I'll always love you even if you aren't the Percy I expect you to be, because you get to decide who you are."

"I'm glad you feel that way but if you change even in the slightest, I'm going to be upset." Percy joked.

"I wouldn't expect anything else, love." Oliver leaned over to kiss Percy, "We should probably head to bed before the potion wears off."

"I'm not even tired," Percy whined.

"Come on, I'll carry you."

Percy lifted his arms up so Oliver could pick him up safely. He walked Percy to the bathroom and helped him brush his teeth. Getting Percy out of his suit took a bit more effort but finally, they were both ready for bed.

"Love you," Oliver said as he turned the lights off, "Wake me up if you need anything."

"Of course," Percy leaned over to kiss Oliver, "Love you too."