Chapter 5
Percy, exhausted from the emotional overload and lack of sleep, fell asleep almost as soon as the last tear dried up. Realizing this, Oliver carefully leaned down and picked him up shocked at how light he was.
"Percy.don't you eat?" He murmured as he carried Percy to his bed. Gently he laid the redhead down on the soft sheets. He bent down and took off Percy's shoes, then his robe, leaving him in a pair of soft cotton pants and a light cotton tee shirt. He reached up and gently removed Percy's glasses from his face. Percy's eyes were pink and slightly puffy, and his face was very pale, making his freckles stand out more than usual. His mouth was parted slightly, and very red. His face was free of the masks he wore and the trouble of his days. He looked about fifteen. 'so beautiful.' He thinks. He stood to go to his desk to plan out some more Quidditch strategies before dinner. As soon as he stood Percy cried out, tossing and turning.
"Olly! No! Don't run, please! Don't leave me too." Oliver quickly sat down once again, rubbing Percy's arms.
"Shhh. Percy, it's ok. I'm right here. I'm not leaving." Oliver reached down with one hand and took off his shoes and, with a little maneuvering, took his robe off as well, leaving him dressed in his pajamas. (He had overslept again.) Lying down next to Percy he pulled the covers up over the both of them. 'Might as well get a little more sleep,' Oliver thought. He reached out and pulled the man he loved closer to him, Percy shifted and wiggled a bit before finally coming to rest curled up against Oliver, his head pillowed on his chest. Oliver smiled. This was what he was missing. His last conscious thought before he went to sleep was how fast the wind would come and go lately.
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Percy was warm, something he hadn't been in a long time, especially in the middle of winter. In that warm and fuzzy stage between sleep and waking Percy snuggled, as there was no other word to describe the motion. The next thought he was aware of was that he wasn't alone in bed.
Not an entirely unpleasant situation.
He opened his eyes and saw white and blue and little else. His eyes closed. They tried again. Same colors. No more in focus than before. Why weren't his glasses working?
Because he wasn't wearing them.
Percy picked his head up and looked around, blinking as he tried to remember what had happened. He looked at his bed partner. Oliver. Everything came rushing back. He looked over at the side table and saw what he thought were his glasses. He reached over and snatched them up, settling them on his nose. He sat there blinking at Oliver.
'ohsweetmerlinoliverwoodisalseepinmybedoliverisinmybedohmyheisgeorgousevenas leephesinyourbedfullyclotheddamnityouragryffindorpercydosomethingdosomething likewhatdressindraganddothehoolaohhe'swakingup!!!'
Such were Percy's thoughts the first time Oliver Wood awoke in his bed. After the next few minutes, it was certain it wouldn't be the last.
Oliver opened his mouth and yawned, stretching like some big jungle cat. He blinked open his eyes and scratched his stomach before seeing Percy. He grinned.
"Mornin' Sleeping Beauty. How are you feeling?" Percy's mouth quirked in a half grin.
"Strangely refreshed." Oliver's grin widened if that was at all possible.
"I'm glad to hear it." He looked at the clock. "Looks like we missed dinner. Why don't you go splash some cold water on your face, wake up a bit, and I'll go down to the kitchens and get us some food." Percy was doing a wonderful impersonation of a guppy before sense kicked in and he nodded. Oliver stood and pulled on his robe as he left. Percy shook his head.
'agreeing to let somebody break the rules for me. I must be in love.' A small but unmistakably goofy grin appeared on his face. 'i'm in love.' His hopes were greatly lifted by the fact that Oliver had come out in his fifth year. Gathering up his Gryffindor courage he decided. 'When Olly comes back, I'll tell him how I feel.I hope.'
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Oliver actually made it to the kitchens and back without incident, something he was grateful for. He didn't think Percy could eat if he was caught and Percy was skinny enough as it was. He opened the door to see Percy sitting pretty much where he was before, but this time holding a battered book. The pages were dog-eared and yellowed with age. Oliver set the basket of food down on the bed and climbed on to sit next to Percy.
"What are you reading?"
"Lord of the Rings." Percy answered without thinking. Actually, the cover said "Prefects Who Rose To Power" but that was to hide the fact that he liked muggle science-fiction/fantasy. He got teased enough already.
"I didn't know you liked muggle books." Percy snorted.
"With my father, how could I avoid them? Besides, it's a Muggle book, but it was written by a wizard historian. Tolkien specialized in ancient history and he wrote the history down so that it was entertaining as well as educational. Besides, Merry and Pippin remind me of the Twins. Always getting in trouble." Oliver smiled and opened up the basket the thoughtful house elves had given him. Percy put the book aside and the two boys dug in.
"This is fun," Percy said between bites of fried chicken, " we should do this more often." Oliver smiled at him from behind his goblet of butterbeer.
"Yes.we should." Oliver grinned at him and Percy forgot about food. Turning serious once again he put down the sorry remains of what was once fried chicken.
"Olly.there's something else I want to tell you, but you mustn't interrupt me, or I'm afraid it'll never get out." Oliver nodded and put his goblet down as well, paying his full attention.
"Ok.um.oh merlin this is hard." Oliver raised an eyebrow. "OllyIloveyou." Percy said in a rush so fast that Oliver couldn't even catch it.
"What was that?"
"Olly.I love you." Oliver blinked. Then blinked again. Slowly a smile (fast becoming a grin) appeared on his face.
"Oh Percy.you don't know how long I've waited to hear that." Oliver leaned forward and gently held Percy's head. "I love you, too, Perce." He pulled the shocked Percy's head closer and gently kissed his lips. After that brief contact he pulled back and watched.
Half of Percy's mouth twitched then pulled back into a lopsided grin. He leaned forward again to kiss him again, and got a knee-full of mashed potatoes.
"Gah!" He complained as Percy started to giggle. Percy clamped a hand of his mouth as the laughing got worse. Oliver pulled out his wand and cleared away the mess, moving the food to the floor to be taken away later. "You think this is funny, do you?" Percy nodded, unable to speak. Oliver pulled off his soiled pants and watched as Percy's eyes immediately went down and his laughter died in favor of a heated look.
Oliver knelt on the bed again and crawled closer, looking like a big cat. He stopped when his arms were braced on either side of the headboard, his bare knees beside Percy's thighs. They stayed like that, staring at each other for what seemed like hours before Percy broke the spell. He reached up and pulled Oliver down, kissing him with all the love for him he had.
It really didn't get much father than that on this night. Oliver and Percy both knew that they weren't ready. But they could sense it coming. By the time it arrived, both would be more than prepared.
TBC.
I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while. I actually had this finished a while ago, but between work, vacation, and an overabundance of DEATH in my family, I simply forgot.
I'm quite flattered by all the reviews. Here are my answers. (To questions or any reviews that simply NEED my input)
Lady Cinnibar - I shall e-mail you Mijolnier, Thor's Hammer. Or maybe Maxwell's Silver hammer. I wouldn't worry too much.I've been very busy as well and I know exactly what you mean. Overtime does suck, I'm sorry, and good luck with Ghosts. Your pooka is saddened by the loss of your coworker.my condolences. This summer is really grim, isn't it. Everybody seems to be dieing. I myself have lost two family members this year. Your pooka also thanks your faithfulness. (returns bow)
Versipellis et Lamia - don't die!
Oh! I also got THE LORD OF THE RINGS on DVD. I'm also getting the special edition when it gets out. I'm watching it as we speak and it's about the fifth time since I brought I home.I'm OBSESSED!!!!!!!!
Until next time, I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi
Percy, exhausted from the emotional overload and lack of sleep, fell asleep almost as soon as the last tear dried up. Realizing this, Oliver carefully leaned down and picked him up shocked at how light he was.
"Percy.don't you eat?" He murmured as he carried Percy to his bed. Gently he laid the redhead down on the soft sheets. He bent down and took off Percy's shoes, then his robe, leaving him in a pair of soft cotton pants and a light cotton tee shirt. He reached up and gently removed Percy's glasses from his face. Percy's eyes were pink and slightly puffy, and his face was very pale, making his freckles stand out more than usual. His mouth was parted slightly, and very red. His face was free of the masks he wore and the trouble of his days. He looked about fifteen. 'so beautiful.' He thinks. He stood to go to his desk to plan out some more Quidditch strategies before dinner. As soon as he stood Percy cried out, tossing and turning.
"Olly! No! Don't run, please! Don't leave me too." Oliver quickly sat down once again, rubbing Percy's arms.
"Shhh. Percy, it's ok. I'm right here. I'm not leaving." Oliver reached down with one hand and took off his shoes and, with a little maneuvering, took his robe off as well, leaving him dressed in his pajamas. (He had overslept again.) Lying down next to Percy he pulled the covers up over the both of them. 'Might as well get a little more sleep,' Oliver thought. He reached out and pulled the man he loved closer to him, Percy shifted and wiggled a bit before finally coming to rest curled up against Oliver, his head pillowed on his chest. Oliver smiled. This was what he was missing. His last conscious thought before he went to sleep was how fast the wind would come and go lately.
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Percy was warm, something he hadn't been in a long time, especially in the middle of winter. In that warm and fuzzy stage between sleep and waking Percy snuggled, as there was no other word to describe the motion. The next thought he was aware of was that he wasn't alone in bed.
Not an entirely unpleasant situation.
He opened his eyes and saw white and blue and little else. His eyes closed. They tried again. Same colors. No more in focus than before. Why weren't his glasses working?
Because he wasn't wearing them.
Percy picked his head up and looked around, blinking as he tried to remember what had happened. He looked at his bed partner. Oliver. Everything came rushing back. He looked over at the side table and saw what he thought were his glasses. He reached over and snatched them up, settling them on his nose. He sat there blinking at Oliver.
'ohsweetmerlinoliverwoodisalseepinmybedoliverisinmybedohmyheisgeorgousevenas leephesinyourbedfullyclotheddamnityouragryffindorpercydosomethingdosomething likewhatdressindraganddothehoolaohhe'swakingup!!!'
Such were Percy's thoughts the first time Oliver Wood awoke in his bed. After the next few minutes, it was certain it wouldn't be the last.
Oliver opened his mouth and yawned, stretching like some big jungle cat. He blinked open his eyes and scratched his stomach before seeing Percy. He grinned.
"Mornin' Sleeping Beauty. How are you feeling?" Percy's mouth quirked in a half grin.
"Strangely refreshed." Oliver's grin widened if that was at all possible.
"I'm glad to hear it." He looked at the clock. "Looks like we missed dinner. Why don't you go splash some cold water on your face, wake up a bit, and I'll go down to the kitchens and get us some food." Percy was doing a wonderful impersonation of a guppy before sense kicked in and he nodded. Oliver stood and pulled on his robe as he left. Percy shook his head.
'agreeing to let somebody break the rules for me. I must be in love.' A small but unmistakably goofy grin appeared on his face. 'i'm in love.' His hopes were greatly lifted by the fact that Oliver had come out in his fifth year. Gathering up his Gryffindor courage he decided. 'When Olly comes back, I'll tell him how I feel.I hope.'
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Oliver actually made it to the kitchens and back without incident, something he was grateful for. He didn't think Percy could eat if he was caught and Percy was skinny enough as it was. He opened the door to see Percy sitting pretty much where he was before, but this time holding a battered book. The pages were dog-eared and yellowed with age. Oliver set the basket of food down on the bed and climbed on to sit next to Percy.
"What are you reading?"
"Lord of the Rings." Percy answered without thinking. Actually, the cover said "Prefects Who Rose To Power" but that was to hide the fact that he liked muggle science-fiction/fantasy. He got teased enough already.
"I didn't know you liked muggle books." Percy snorted.
"With my father, how could I avoid them? Besides, it's a Muggle book, but it was written by a wizard historian. Tolkien specialized in ancient history and he wrote the history down so that it was entertaining as well as educational. Besides, Merry and Pippin remind me of the Twins. Always getting in trouble." Oliver smiled and opened up the basket the thoughtful house elves had given him. Percy put the book aside and the two boys dug in.
"This is fun," Percy said between bites of fried chicken, " we should do this more often." Oliver smiled at him from behind his goblet of butterbeer.
"Yes.we should." Oliver grinned at him and Percy forgot about food. Turning serious once again he put down the sorry remains of what was once fried chicken.
"Olly.there's something else I want to tell you, but you mustn't interrupt me, or I'm afraid it'll never get out." Oliver nodded and put his goblet down as well, paying his full attention.
"Ok.um.oh merlin this is hard." Oliver raised an eyebrow. "OllyIloveyou." Percy said in a rush so fast that Oliver couldn't even catch it.
"What was that?"
"Olly.I love you." Oliver blinked. Then blinked again. Slowly a smile (fast becoming a grin) appeared on his face.
"Oh Percy.you don't know how long I've waited to hear that." Oliver leaned forward and gently held Percy's head. "I love you, too, Perce." He pulled the shocked Percy's head closer and gently kissed his lips. After that brief contact he pulled back and watched.
Half of Percy's mouth twitched then pulled back into a lopsided grin. He leaned forward again to kiss him again, and got a knee-full of mashed potatoes.
"Gah!" He complained as Percy started to giggle. Percy clamped a hand of his mouth as the laughing got worse. Oliver pulled out his wand and cleared away the mess, moving the food to the floor to be taken away later. "You think this is funny, do you?" Percy nodded, unable to speak. Oliver pulled off his soiled pants and watched as Percy's eyes immediately went down and his laughter died in favor of a heated look.
Oliver knelt on the bed again and crawled closer, looking like a big cat. He stopped when his arms were braced on either side of the headboard, his bare knees beside Percy's thighs. They stayed like that, staring at each other for what seemed like hours before Percy broke the spell. He reached up and pulled Oliver down, kissing him with all the love for him he had.
It really didn't get much father than that on this night. Oliver and Percy both knew that they weren't ready. But they could sense it coming. By the time it arrived, both would be more than prepared.
TBC.
I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while. I actually had this finished a while ago, but between work, vacation, and an overabundance of DEATH in my family, I simply forgot.
I'm quite flattered by all the reviews. Here are my answers. (To questions or any reviews that simply NEED my input)
Lady Cinnibar - I shall e-mail you Mijolnier, Thor's Hammer. Or maybe Maxwell's Silver hammer. I wouldn't worry too much.I've been very busy as well and I know exactly what you mean. Overtime does suck, I'm sorry, and good luck with Ghosts. Your pooka is saddened by the loss of your coworker.my condolences. This summer is really grim, isn't it. Everybody seems to be dieing. I myself have lost two family members this year. Your pooka also thanks your faithfulness. (returns bow)
Versipellis et Lamia - don't die!
Oh! I also got THE LORD OF THE RINGS on DVD. I'm also getting the special edition when it gets out. I'm watching it as we speak and it's about the fifth time since I brought I home.I'm OBSESSED!!!!!!!!
Until next time, I was, am, and will always be, Immortaljedi