Author's Note: It has been months since I posted a the previous part of
this, and as such its taking me a while to get back into the swing of
things. Percy and Oliver are back, and they're still just as different as
ever…
Please read and review, tell me how you think its going!!
As always, the characters don't belong to me. Etc etc.
Part Six
"What the hell is this?" Percy was stood in their room, hands on his hips, staring down at a growing mass of hula hoop packets, empty bottles of tizer, chupa chup sticks and empty smarties tubes.
"I was hungry," Oliver was slumped on the sofa, his feet hanging over the arm, re-reading his Quidditch World Cup photo magazine for the thousandth time.
"Hungry?" Percy muttered in disbelief, "Hungry?" he shook his head, and stared in amazement at his room-mate, "We only had breakfast an hour ago…" he glanced at his watch. True to his word, the watch still had some time to go till it flipped onto the 'lunchtime' slot. Now it was hovering quite nicely over 'revision'.
"It was revision food," Oliver mumbled petulantly, shifting slightly so that Percy wouldn't notice the empty Haribo wrappers edging behind one of the sofa cushions, "And I'm a growing boy." He closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
Percy narrowed his eyebrows. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, the only growing you're doing, my boy, is outwards." Percy was itching not to lean over and remove Oliver's dirty trainers from where they rested on the edge of the sofa.
"I can see you, you know," Oliver opened one eye, and stared straight at the other boy, "you're desperate for me to take my feet down." He smiled slightly, "Tough luck; this is a revision break and I need my beauty sleep."
"You spend more time taking breaks than you do actually revising," Percy edged his way around the huge amassed pile of junk food and sank down behind the desk, pulling out a variety of quills from his briefcase.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Oliver pulled his quidditch cushion down over his eyes so it blocked out the light. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in what seemed like forever, and he quite fancied a snooze.
Or at least the pretence of a snooze.
*
Oliver was bored. Short bursts of enthusiasm had been plaguing him for the whole afternoon, marring his preferred stance of abject laziness, where he could quite happily while away the hours eating rubbish and watching Percy.
"Stop staring at me, you lazy arse," Percy mumbled, without looking up. He was half way through a logical transitivity formula, and his working out stretched almost 12 inches down the parchment already.
Oliver coloured slightly, "How did you know I was watching you?" he muttered, his eyes flicking once more down to the colour co-ordinated notes he had borrowed from Percy earlier.
Percy glanced across at his room mate, a small smile playing on his lips, "You'd stopped writing, you idiot. Quills aren't exactly quiet, boy genius," He reached across the table to steal one of the golden syrup cake bars that littered the desk, and in doing so, his hand grazed the other boy's.
Oliver stilled. Neither boy flinched away from the touch.
Without letting his gaze meet Percy's, Oliver slowly let his thumb graze Percy's hand. His fingers skimmed the other boy's palm, his hand slowly intertwining with its partner.
"Thank you for this," Oliver spoke indistinctly, his voice thick. He couldn't tell which fingers were his and which were Percy's.
"Thanks for what?" Percy murmured, suddenly feeling quite unsure of what it was he was supposed to have done. His whole body seemed concentrated on one thing; the gentle touch of Oliver's hand in his. Every nerve ending was on edge.
"For this… for giving up today to help me." Without being sought, his other hand had moved to Percy's face, slowly cupping the other boy's pale freckled cheek. "I know how easy you find this stuff."
"And I know how boring you find it," Suddenly it was a struggle to talk. Percy moved into Oliver's touch, and for the first time, let his eyes meet Oliver's.
Suddenly gentle, Oliver smiled. "I don't find it boring when I'm with you,"
Percy blushed, tearing his eyes away. "Stop with the bloody clichés why don't you…"
"You know you love it really," Oliver grinned, and forced himself to pull away from Percy. They were friends, he told himself fiercely. Friends. And nothing more. "We'd better go down for dinner." He mumbled, catching his breath. Without a backward glance, he headed for the door, leaving Percy to follow. As always.
Please read and review, tell me how you think its going!!
As always, the characters don't belong to me. Etc etc.
Part Six
"What the hell is this?" Percy was stood in their room, hands on his hips, staring down at a growing mass of hula hoop packets, empty bottles of tizer, chupa chup sticks and empty smarties tubes.
"I was hungry," Oliver was slumped on the sofa, his feet hanging over the arm, re-reading his Quidditch World Cup photo magazine for the thousandth time.
"Hungry?" Percy muttered in disbelief, "Hungry?" he shook his head, and stared in amazement at his room-mate, "We only had breakfast an hour ago…" he glanced at his watch. True to his word, the watch still had some time to go till it flipped onto the 'lunchtime' slot. Now it was hovering quite nicely over 'revision'.
"It was revision food," Oliver mumbled petulantly, shifting slightly so that Percy wouldn't notice the empty Haribo wrappers edging behind one of the sofa cushions, "And I'm a growing boy." He closed his eyes, feigning sleep.
Percy narrowed his eyebrows. "I've said it before and I'll say it again, the only growing you're doing, my boy, is outwards." Percy was itching not to lean over and remove Oliver's dirty trainers from where they rested on the edge of the sofa.
"I can see you, you know," Oliver opened one eye, and stared straight at the other boy, "you're desperate for me to take my feet down." He smiled slightly, "Tough luck; this is a revision break and I need my beauty sleep."
"You spend more time taking breaks than you do actually revising," Percy edged his way around the huge amassed pile of junk food and sank down behind the desk, pulling out a variety of quills from his briefcase.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Oliver pulled his quidditch cushion down over his eyes so it blocked out the light. He hadn't had a good night's sleep in what seemed like forever, and he quite fancied a snooze.
Or at least the pretence of a snooze.
*
Oliver was bored. Short bursts of enthusiasm had been plaguing him for the whole afternoon, marring his preferred stance of abject laziness, where he could quite happily while away the hours eating rubbish and watching Percy.
"Stop staring at me, you lazy arse," Percy mumbled, without looking up. He was half way through a logical transitivity formula, and his working out stretched almost 12 inches down the parchment already.
Oliver coloured slightly, "How did you know I was watching you?" he muttered, his eyes flicking once more down to the colour co-ordinated notes he had borrowed from Percy earlier.
Percy glanced across at his room mate, a small smile playing on his lips, "You'd stopped writing, you idiot. Quills aren't exactly quiet, boy genius," He reached across the table to steal one of the golden syrup cake bars that littered the desk, and in doing so, his hand grazed the other boy's.
Oliver stilled. Neither boy flinched away from the touch.
Without letting his gaze meet Percy's, Oliver slowly let his thumb graze Percy's hand. His fingers skimmed the other boy's palm, his hand slowly intertwining with its partner.
"Thank you for this," Oliver spoke indistinctly, his voice thick. He couldn't tell which fingers were his and which were Percy's.
"Thanks for what?" Percy murmured, suddenly feeling quite unsure of what it was he was supposed to have done. His whole body seemed concentrated on one thing; the gentle touch of Oliver's hand in his. Every nerve ending was on edge.
"For this… for giving up today to help me." Without being sought, his other hand had moved to Percy's face, slowly cupping the other boy's pale freckled cheek. "I know how easy you find this stuff."
"And I know how boring you find it," Suddenly it was a struggle to talk. Percy moved into Oliver's touch, and for the first time, let his eyes meet Oliver's.
Suddenly gentle, Oliver smiled. "I don't find it boring when I'm with you,"
Percy blushed, tearing his eyes away. "Stop with the bloody clichés why don't you…"
"You know you love it really," Oliver grinned, and forced himself to pull away from Percy. They were friends, he told himself fiercely. Friends. And nothing more. "We'd better go down for dinner." He mumbled, catching his breath. Without a backward glance, he headed for the door, leaving Percy to follow. As always.