"Damned Mountain Troll . . . " Percy muttered. Percy had been working extra
hours ever since that Mountain Troll incident just a few weeks before.
Percy was always rewarded by the long hours spent, warm and safe in Oliver's bed. Oliver. Percy felt a giddy wave of euphoria course through him, and he quickened his pace, desperate to get back to his-
"Going somewhere, Mr. Weasley?"
Percy was pressed against the wall; he squirmed in eager anticipation as he felt his arms meet the wall above his head.
The figure in the dark grinned. "Expecting to meet someone?"
Percy's brown eyes rounded with innocent surprise. "If I am, it's none of your business."
"Touché. Now," The figure purred, pulling Percy close with his free arm. "Come up stairs, and GET in my bed."
"And what is it you want with me?" Percy asked, managing to keep his voice steady.
Percy's question was cut short. He responded to the kiss whole-heartedly. He moaned, but it was quickly swallowed, and the kiss deepened.
"I want to make love to you," The figure murmured between kisses, his voice thick with arousal. "I want to make love to you . . . slow . . . and sweet." He paused, trailing kisses along Percy's jaw line and neck. "I want to shout into the sky that my heart belongs to Percy Weasley!" He moved back to Percy's mouth. "I want to make poetry out of you-"
"That'd better be a promise!" Percy beamed.
"Shut up." With a soft growl, the figure caught Percy about the hips, pulling him into another soft, yet powerful kiss.
"WEASLEY! WOOD! WHAT ON EARTH!?"
Oliver and Percy lingered a few moments more, before facing a very flabbergasted Professor McGonagall.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!? I DEMAND AN EXPLINATION!"
Oliver smiled coyly at her, finally letting Percy step away from the wall. "Terribly sorry, Professor," Said Oliver, giving Percy a sidelong glace as he came up beside him. "But I'm afraid I just couldn't keep my hands to myself," His smile broadened as Percy's gaze met his. "He's such a hot little thing, after all."
Percy blanched, scandalized. "Oliver!"
McGonagall pursed he lips, biting back a smile. "Be that as it may," She said humbly. "I suggest you both return to your common room. It's after your hours, Mr. Weasley, and YOU," She said, fixing Oliver with the best glair she could conjure. "Shouldn't be out of bed at all. Now off you go!"
"Yes, Professor." Percy said respectfully, stepping past her, followed closely by Oliver who only gave a nod of affirmation.
Percy gave a yelp, as Oliver gave his backside a good pinch, chuckling as Percy took off a few steps ahead of him.
McGonagall looked on long after the pair had disappeared around corner.
"I want to make poetry out of you?" She let out a laugh. "Honestly!"
Fin
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Percy was always rewarded by the long hours spent, warm and safe in Oliver's bed. Oliver. Percy felt a giddy wave of euphoria course through him, and he quickened his pace, desperate to get back to his-
"Going somewhere, Mr. Weasley?"
Percy was pressed against the wall; he squirmed in eager anticipation as he felt his arms meet the wall above his head.
The figure in the dark grinned. "Expecting to meet someone?"
Percy's brown eyes rounded with innocent surprise. "If I am, it's none of your business."
"Touché. Now," The figure purred, pulling Percy close with his free arm. "Come up stairs, and GET in my bed."
"And what is it you want with me?" Percy asked, managing to keep his voice steady.
Percy's question was cut short. He responded to the kiss whole-heartedly. He moaned, but it was quickly swallowed, and the kiss deepened.
"I want to make love to you," The figure murmured between kisses, his voice thick with arousal. "I want to make love to you . . . slow . . . and sweet." He paused, trailing kisses along Percy's jaw line and neck. "I want to shout into the sky that my heart belongs to Percy Weasley!" He moved back to Percy's mouth. "I want to make poetry out of you-"
"That'd better be a promise!" Percy beamed.
"Shut up." With a soft growl, the figure caught Percy about the hips, pulling him into another soft, yet powerful kiss.
"WEASLEY! WOOD! WHAT ON EARTH!?"
Oliver and Percy lingered a few moments more, before facing a very flabbergasted Professor McGonagall.
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!? I DEMAND AN EXPLINATION!"
Oliver smiled coyly at her, finally letting Percy step away from the wall. "Terribly sorry, Professor," Said Oliver, giving Percy a sidelong glace as he came up beside him. "But I'm afraid I just couldn't keep my hands to myself," His smile broadened as Percy's gaze met his. "He's such a hot little thing, after all."
Percy blanched, scandalized. "Oliver!"
McGonagall pursed he lips, biting back a smile. "Be that as it may," She said humbly. "I suggest you both return to your common room. It's after your hours, Mr. Weasley, and YOU," She said, fixing Oliver with the best glair she could conjure. "Shouldn't be out of bed at all. Now off you go!"
"Yes, Professor." Percy said respectfully, stepping past her, followed closely by Oliver who only gave a nod of affirmation.
Percy gave a yelp, as Oliver gave his backside a good pinch, chuckling as Percy took off a few steps ahead of him.
McGonagall looked on long after the pair had disappeared around corner.
"I want to make poetry out of you?" She let out a laugh. "Honestly!"
Fin
Note: This entire chapter was inspired by this pic by Francois Diable (
Click the linkie! C'mon, you KNOW you want to! ^^ (copy and paste)