Witch Weekly
Umm yep it's official I am the happiest guy in the world, every item on my list is ticked -
gorgeous boyfriend prospect of actually passing my exams (thanks to gorgeous boyfriend) future as world class quidditch player (made all the sweeter by having gorgeous boyfriend to celebrate success with) oh and of course gorgeous boyfriend (did I mention that?)
It has however come to my attention that nobody (apart from a brief leather trouser moment) knows just how gorgeous my boyfriend is, well that's all about to change umm I can't wait
"Oliver where the hell are you" huh no he couldn't know could he? I mean what would he be doing reading Witch Weekly, nope it must be something else . bugger what have I done.
"Oliver!"
"Hello love what are you doing here I thought you had a prefects meeting?" yep okay I'll butter him up and he'll forget whatever's got him mad.
"What is this all about" he says scarily calmly whilst waving this weeks issue of Witch Weekly in my face. Oh bugger maybe if I jump him he'll forget all about it.
"Looks like a magazine" I say calmly as I slide my hand over his chest pinching his nipple, his body almost imperceptibly pushes against my hand but he quickly regains control and pushes me away.
"Don't even try it Oliver you have no idea what I've just been though" "well Percy you have to see it the right way I mean it's a compliment" I say quickly trying desperately to calm him down.
"McGonagall showed it to me" he says pointedly "'Rear of the Year' means a little less when your told about it by a person you greatly respect" ok this may not be going the way I hoped and who'd have thought you could turn that colour and still be conscious.
"Come on Percy it can't be that bad, it's a great photo" ok don't think that's gonna swing it for me.
"Where did you even get a photo of my arse?" He asks momentarily distracted from being mad.
"Well you might have been asleep at the time" hmm don't think this is gonna get better any time soon. "You actually take photos of my ass whilst I'm asleep!" hey if he would just pose occasionally I wouldn't have to, probably not gonna use that defence.
"It was just once" ok maybe not just once but its not a regular thing . ish.
"So you could do it every night you still did it. My mother reads this magazine, I'll have a howler by the end of the day" he ends sighing and dropping onto the bed. "I'm sorry" no really I am "I guess I could have put a bit more thought into the scheme, I just wanted everyone to know how gorgeous you are".
Ok he's just staring at me "Oliver" ohh he speaks "what does it matter what other people think, didn't we go through this with the trousers" well fine if you want to throw common sense at me.
"I really am sorry I'll write to your mum and tell her it was me" " no its ok it can't be that bad hey" he says trying to put a brave face on it.
I lean over and lightly press my lips to his, he whimpers softly and then I'm on my back with him pressed tightly against me. "I tell you what you can take as many pictures of me as you like and put them anywhere around school" probably gonna regret that especially if that grin is anything to by. "Hmm I'll but some thought into that" he says, ok that grin is worrying me now I'll just have to distract him. I push up against him and he's reacting in seconds lips and hands everywhere, who cares about pictures anyway I'm the only one who gets the live show.
finis
Umm yep it's official I am the happiest guy in the world, every item on my list is ticked -
gorgeous boyfriend prospect of actually passing my exams (thanks to gorgeous boyfriend) future as world class quidditch player (made all the sweeter by having gorgeous boyfriend to celebrate success with) oh and of course gorgeous boyfriend (did I mention that?)
It has however come to my attention that nobody (apart from a brief leather trouser moment) knows just how gorgeous my boyfriend is, well that's all about to change umm I can't wait
"Oliver where the hell are you" huh no he couldn't know could he? I mean what would he be doing reading Witch Weekly, nope it must be something else . bugger what have I done.
"Oliver!"
"Hello love what are you doing here I thought you had a prefects meeting?" yep okay I'll butter him up and he'll forget whatever's got him mad.
"What is this all about" he says scarily calmly whilst waving this weeks issue of Witch Weekly in my face. Oh bugger maybe if I jump him he'll forget all about it.
"Looks like a magazine" I say calmly as I slide my hand over his chest pinching his nipple, his body almost imperceptibly pushes against my hand but he quickly regains control and pushes me away.
"Don't even try it Oliver you have no idea what I've just been though" "well Percy you have to see it the right way I mean it's a compliment" I say quickly trying desperately to calm him down.
"McGonagall showed it to me" he says pointedly "'Rear of the Year' means a little less when your told about it by a person you greatly respect" ok this may not be going the way I hoped and who'd have thought you could turn that colour and still be conscious.
"Come on Percy it can't be that bad, it's a great photo" ok don't think that's gonna swing it for me.
"Where did you even get a photo of my arse?" He asks momentarily distracted from being mad.
"Well you might have been asleep at the time" hmm don't think this is gonna get better any time soon. "You actually take photos of my ass whilst I'm asleep!" hey if he would just pose occasionally I wouldn't have to, probably not gonna use that defence.
"It was just once" ok maybe not just once but its not a regular thing . ish.
"So you could do it every night you still did it. My mother reads this magazine, I'll have a howler by the end of the day" he ends sighing and dropping onto the bed. "I'm sorry" no really I am "I guess I could have put a bit more thought into the scheme, I just wanted everyone to know how gorgeous you are".
Ok he's just staring at me "Oliver" ohh he speaks "what does it matter what other people think, didn't we go through this with the trousers" well fine if you want to throw common sense at me.
"I really am sorry I'll write to your mum and tell her it was me" " no its ok it can't be that bad hey" he says trying to put a brave face on it.
I lean over and lightly press my lips to his, he whimpers softly and then I'm on my back with him pressed tightly against me. "I tell you what you can take as many pictures of me as you like and put them anywhere around school" probably gonna regret that especially if that grin is anything to by. "Hmm I'll but some thought into that" he says, ok that grin is worrying me now I'll just have to distract him. I push up against him and he's reacting in seconds lips and hands everywhere, who cares about pictures anyway I'm the only one who gets the live show.
finis