Author/ff.net: Azrael
Paring: Percy W./Oliver W.
Rating: PG for some remark on this chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be mine, but I can dream can't i?
Warning: **slash alert**
Notes: We'll meet Percy's flatmates and conversation ensues. Percy
gets teased a lot but not by Oliver (sorry!). I apologize first hand if
the story is going slowly, but I really need to develop and plot and stuff, I
promise there'll be much more Percy/Oliver in the next part.
Chapter 3 : Percy's Week and then some
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Percy's week went without a hitch until Wednesday, despite his constant misgivings about his upcoming date for his sister's wedding.
On that particular Wednesday however, things started to take a turn for the worse and here he was that particular Wednesday night voicing out his frustration with his roommate Hermione and his best mate, Ronan Patrick, who, bless them, didn't laugh at his exploits. They're such good company and always good listeners that they'd understand, that or the fact that he'd hex them so fast it would make their heads spin if they so much as giggled. He really wasn't sure which.
"First there was this Robe Colors report that I worked my bloody ass off for the past two months to present to the president of the DRAR (department of robes acquisition and retail), and then this old fart tells me that I should have my superior have a look at the report before I give it to him and told me in no uncertain terms that I should get my broom and play Quidditch with my friends. How condescending can one guy be?" He glowered at the smiles that were on the two people's faces.
"Look, Percy you really can't blame the man, I mean you are quite young to be holding a position of such magnitude. You should have just told him that you were the head of the committee that did the study." Hermione told him.
"Or you should have told him that you don't even know how to play the sport yourself, and shoved the report down his old throat." Ronan added.
"So, what if I don't play the bloody game." Though from the look on Percy's face, he was thinking that he should have shoved it just the same.
"Okay, Percy, I know you, and having Ron as a best friend means that I have first hand information on how you really are when you're frustrated. Clearly there's much more to it than your report. What's been going on in that head of yours for the past week?"
Percy was quiet for a moment, he wasn't quite sure if he wanted to tell them about what had really been bugging the heck out of him. He decided that he would be no worse off if he did tell them. "Remember when you gave me that parchment invitation and you said that maybe I could find myself a date for Ginny's wedding?" Percy looked at Hermione, while Ron (not to be mistaken as Ron (ronald), who was Hermione's best friend, and Percy's brother.) looked on.
Hermione gave Percy a surprised look. "Oh, no you didn't?"
"Yes, I did."
"You did!!" Hermione exclaimed, suddenly she started laughing and Ronan looked on, puzzled at his friend's behavior. "You!!! That's rich, wait until I tell Ron and Harry." Hermione exclaimed wiping the moisture that appeared at the corner of her eyes from mirth. Hermione stopped when she saw that Percy has changed his demeanor and looked withdrawn. "I'm sorry it's just so unlike you." She apologized. "You just took me by surprised is all."
"You know, sometimes. I think that you are as bad as Ron and the twins." Percy said reproachfully. Hermione was glad at least he was talking to her.
"What?" Ronan asked. "What am I missing here?"
Hermione suddenly remembered that Ronan, who lived next door, didn't have an inkling of what they conversation was about. She looked at the other man and said, "Remember I told you about the Auction that the Ministry on Arts and Sports was sponsoring."
"Yeah." Ron answered slowly. "The one that you invited me to participate in."
"Exactly!"
"But you said that it's a date auction and that the person would have to go on a date with –" Realization dawned on him as he looked at Percy, horrified. "You didn't?"
Before Ronan could begin to absorb the information and began to laugh, Percy threw him a cushion from the sofa and gave him a death stare. "Don't you even think about laughing," he warned as he brought out his wand and moved menacingly in front of him.
Ronan didn't laugh, but Hermione could see that he, as she was, was sporting a full-blown smile of pure delight. "What does your date look like? Is he hot?" Ronan questioned then added, "though I'm sure that he's not as hot as me."
A smile was finally beginning to form on Percy's lips. "Yeah, he's as big-headed as you are."
Hermione, looking from one man to the other, tried to ask something different. "So who is she? Is she someone we know?"
"Actually it's a he."
"A he? who?
Percy's smile was now fully visible, "Oliver Wood"
"Oliver Wood….You have got to be kidding me?" Hermione said too quickly and realized how shrill her voice must have sounded, for she toned it down just as fast. "That's unreal, how is he looking? Did he change much?"
"Who's Oliver Wood?" Ronan asked.
"Honestly Ronan, don't you ever follow Quidditch at all?"
Ronan shook his head.
"Oliver Wood is the new playing team captain of the Appleby Arrows, the Daily Prophet said that he was responsible for bringing the team back on track, he single handedly managed to get them to be one of the contenders in the league." When Hermione saw that Ronan didn't have a clue. "You are hopeless! Anyway, Percy, so what was Oliver like?"
"He hasn't changed a bit, as a matter of fact." Percy looked at his roommate's puzzled expression. "You know, still cocky, still so sure of himself. At least that's what I gathered after talking to him at the auction and when he called the Ministry yesterday." He added thoughtfully.
Hermione's exasperation was obvious. "You know that wasn't what I was asking, how did he look? How's the packaging changed? Is he still as gorgeous as I remember?"
"I really don't know, I suppose so, but he really isn't my type." Liar, Percy thought to himself, of course he was his type, with those eyes and roguish features, who wouldn't fall for that face, and the body… to die for. Percy looked to see that his friends were staring at him.
"Yeah, we can see that he's not your type." Hermione observed.
"Not your type at all." Ronan added.
"You're both crazy!!" He threw the rest of the cushions at them and stomped towards his bedroom.
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Ronan and Percy were halfway through their breakfast (Hermione, who was Ginny's maid of honor, had already left a day earlier to be with the bride, so it was just the two of them) when they heard the chime ringing. Percy looked at the window, his pastry midway to his mouth, but Ronan was the first one to go to the window to see who was outside.
"Wooh-hoo!" Ronan whistled.
"What is it?" Percy questioned.
"There's a gorgeous bloke waving at the apartment! Is he the one you brought? Did you tell him to bring a car?" Ronan turned to Percy who nodded, Ronan went back to staring at the window. "Looks nice…the man though, not the car." Ronan said carefully.
"Why what's the matter?"
"Nothing, it's quite cute actually."
"I do hope that he's wearing a suit, or a robe, is he?"
Ronan looked back down the window again. "Nope, but he fills those jeans quite well, even from here I can see that he's got a very nice behind."
"Thank God, I told him that we'd be going by car to the Burrow." Percy said, relieved.
"Why what's the matter? Aren't you going to apparate?"
"Nope, We're carrying suitcases remember? And we can't go by floo powder because dad has been modifying our fireplace with electricity." Picking up his suitcase from his bedroom door, he started out towards the front door.
"Is he a good kisser?" Ronan asked Percy all of a sudden.
"How should I know?" Percy answered incredulously.
"You bought the guy at the auction remember? You should at least know how he kisses."
The commotion outside started to escalate as Oliver started calling for Percy himself, amidst murmur from the crowd outside. Percy shooed Ronan off the window and into the foyer.
"Okay, Okay." Ronan agreed, "I won't bother you anymore….I know when I'm not wanted, but promise that you'll show me the bouquet when you catch it." He teased.
"Yeah…right…My parents might be liberal, but I don't think that they're that open minded." Percy remarked flippantly as he started down the stairs. "You will be there for the wedding won't you?" Percy asked as he strode back up.
"Sure, I'll be there Saturday night." Ronan assured him, as he gave Percy one final smile before disappearing onto his own apartment. "Don't do anything that I wouldn't do." Ronan yelled from inside.
"Jerk!!" Percy muttered as he trudged down the stairs. Although he really didn't know who he was referring to… either Ronan for teasing him or himself for actually going through with this.
"Good Morning." Oliver greeted brightly as Percy walked out of the building.
Percy stopped at the top of the stairs at stared aghast at the car. "It's Orange."
Oliver shrugged his shoulders, "I couldn't get a car on such short notice, so I borrowed one from the team." He gestured to the double C's on the front of the car.
"But you don't play for the Canons?"
Oliver gave a rueful shake of his head. "The team car was reserved, and I don't think that you'd like to arrive in a bus."
"and what do you mean short notice, didn't I tell you about that last Tuesday?"
Oliver gave a sheepish grin. "I only remembered it this morning. Sorry."
Percy groaned inwardly as he placed his suitcase and the wedding gift in the car, which already had Oliver's trunk. All he wanted to do was get this weekend over and done with, so he could go back to his nice, safe, and orderly life. Look on the bright side though, Percy thought as he looked at the people's faces who were staring at the car's garish color. At least from here on end, it couldn't get any worse.
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Next time : Percy and Oliver goes on a road trip to the Burrow.
Huge Shout Outs: Thank you all for the reviews, as I said, you're words make me want to write.
Dameter : Thank you for your kind words and rest assured that you'll see a lot more of their slashy interactions. BTW. Percy/Oliver is my favorite slash couple when I saw the movie. I also love Harry/Ron, not that you were asking of course, but when I saw the movie it was Percy and Oliver that got me writing.
Kujelia : What do you mean by odd exactly? thanks for your review and as you can see I changed the galleon to sickle value (you're right 21 sickles to a galleon, but 29 knuts to a sickle, Hagrid himself told me himself. Actually he told Harry that in SS (pg 73) I overheard them talking.
bwaybaby79 : Rest assured that Oliver won't stop embarrassing Percy anytime soon. ^_^
J: I love the !'s **grins** Keep the !'s coming
vez : Don't worry anytime now, Percy would be getting lucky ^_^ and when he does he'll know it.
Farah, Wednesday, JJ Adams, ShadwMage7, Sydney and Jen : Thank you kindly for the feedbacks, I love reading them.
Rennaisance : I do hope that you like my plot, for rest assured I do have one.
