Disclaimer: I own nothing. All characters and places belong to JK Rowling.
This was written for fun, not profit.
Warnings: Slash. That means male/male, so if you don't like, don't read. Flames will be mocked.
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Rating: Still PG.
After a few minutes, Oliver got up from the chair. "Can't just sit worrying about this. Got to get some work done." He muttered. He grabbed his Potions textbook and tried to make a start on the ridiculously long essay Snape had set them that morning, but couldn't focus on the work.
"Damn," he thought. The letter was weighing on his mind more than what he had thought. It had come at an. unfortunate time for him. Or maybe fortunate. He was still trying to decide which. He had known for awhile now that he wasn't into girls, after that time Alicia had jumped on him and dragged him into the Quidditch supply cupboard- he smiled, as he thought about the astonishment on her face, and her stuttered, shocked promise not to say to anyone- and Percy was a good friend, who he had a lot more in common with than most people assumed. And he was cute, with that way he furrowed his brow just a little when he was thinking, and the way he cared for his brothers, although they never appreciated it. He decided to reread it, and dug it out of the bin.
"Damn", he thought again, after another read. How did he feel about Percy Weasley? He hadn't thought about it- it was only recently he had realised he was gay, thanks to Alicia, but he hadn't really thought about it any further than that. With the busyness of Hogwarts, in particular Quidditch training, he just hadn't really thought about who he may be attracted to. He was thinking about Percy now though. Why hadn't he before? He was clever, and funny, and cute.
Damn. He was attracted to Percy. What was he going to do about it though? Percy had wanted to throw the letter away- he obviously didn't want anyone to know. He hadn't been supposed to find out. It probably wasn't a good idea to say anything. Besides, Percy was confused. It would be unfair of him to do anything- it may make Percy feel pressurised.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the stairs. It had to be Percy- their dorm was the highest room in Gryffindor tower. Quickly, he screwed the paper back into a ball, threw it in the bin, and slumped back into the chair, with his Potions book on his lap.
"Hey Ol," Percy called. "What you been up to?"
"Ah, trying to get this essay on the uses of Devil's Snare Snape set us. Not getting anywhere though," replied Oliver, with a wry smile. "Thought you were off to do some work?"
"Picked up the wrong book. Want a hand with that?"
"God, yeah. I'm not getting anywhere with it"
They worked on the Potions assignment for a while, but Oliver's mind was elsewhere. Mainly because Percy kept doing that little thing, where he creased his brow up in such a sweet way.
"What's with you tonight?" Percy said suddenly, breaking Oliver out of his fantasies. "You're acting as if you're as out of it as Trewlaney."
"Sorry Perce, just tired. All this extra practice. Why don't we give it a rest for the night?"
"Sounds good to me," answered Percy with a smile. "Practices going well?"
"Oh, yes! Hufflepuff have no chance, we're far too good for them. With Potter on the team, the Cup should be ours, he's brilliant." He hesitated, then asked, "So. how're things going with Penny?"
"Oh, I don't know. She's just a friend, but I think she wants to be more than that," he sighed. "Not really sure what to do."
"Ah." At this, Oliver's hopes leapt. Maybe Percy was less confused than he had thought.
"Yeah, I just don't have time for a girlfriend, I've too much work to do. We sit our OWLs this year, and then next year we start our NEWTs. If I want to join the Ministry, I have to get good marks. It just isn't practical for me to have any sort of relationship."
"Oh." Oliver's hopes came crashing down at those words. "I'm just going to bed Perce. See you in the morning." He tried to cover up how hurt he was, but Percy spotted it.
"You alright?" His voice was filled with warm concern, but Oliver was too upset to notice.
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm tired. Night."
"Night Ol."
Percy stared thoughtfully after him. He wasn't interested in Penny, but not for the reasons he'd given Oliver. Maybe he had read his reaction wrongly, but it seemed Ol was upset about the possibility of him going out with Penny. Slowly, he picked up his books and headed for bed himself. He had plenty to think about.
Warnings: Slash. That means male/male, so if you don't like, don't read. Flames will be mocked.
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Rating: Still PG.
After a few minutes, Oliver got up from the chair. "Can't just sit worrying about this. Got to get some work done." He muttered. He grabbed his Potions textbook and tried to make a start on the ridiculously long essay Snape had set them that morning, but couldn't focus on the work.
"Damn," he thought. The letter was weighing on his mind more than what he had thought. It had come at an. unfortunate time for him. Or maybe fortunate. He was still trying to decide which. He had known for awhile now that he wasn't into girls, after that time Alicia had jumped on him and dragged him into the Quidditch supply cupboard- he smiled, as he thought about the astonishment on her face, and her stuttered, shocked promise not to say to anyone- and Percy was a good friend, who he had a lot more in common with than most people assumed. And he was cute, with that way he furrowed his brow just a little when he was thinking, and the way he cared for his brothers, although they never appreciated it. He decided to reread it, and dug it out of the bin.
"Damn", he thought again, after another read. How did he feel about Percy Weasley? He hadn't thought about it- it was only recently he had realised he was gay, thanks to Alicia, but he hadn't really thought about it any further than that. With the busyness of Hogwarts, in particular Quidditch training, he just hadn't really thought about who he may be attracted to. He was thinking about Percy now though. Why hadn't he before? He was clever, and funny, and cute.
Damn. He was attracted to Percy. What was he going to do about it though? Percy had wanted to throw the letter away- he obviously didn't want anyone to know. He hadn't been supposed to find out. It probably wasn't a good idea to say anything. Besides, Percy was confused. It would be unfair of him to do anything- it may make Percy feel pressurised.
Suddenly, he heard footsteps on the stairs. It had to be Percy- their dorm was the highest room in Gryffindor tower. Quickly, he screwed the paper back into a ball, threw it in the bin, and slumped back into the chair, with his Potions book on his lap.
"Hey Ol," Percy called. "What you been up to?"
"Ah, trying to get this essay on the uses of Devil's Snare Snape set us. Not getting anywhere though," replied Oliver, with a wry smile. "Thought you were off to do some work?"
"Picked up the wrong book. Want a hand with that?"
"God, yeah. I'm not getting anywhere with it"
They worked on the Potions assignment for a while, but Oliver's mind was elsewhere. Mainly because Percy kept doing that little thing, where he creased his brow up in such a sweet way.
"What's with you tonight?" Percy said suddenly, breaking Oliver out of his fantasies. "You're acting as if you're as out of it as Trewlaney."
"Sorry Perce, just tired. All this extra practice. Why don't we give it a rest for the night?"
"Sounds good to me," answered Percy with a smile. "Practices going well?"
"Oh, yes! Hufflepuff have no chance, we're far too good for them. With Potter on the team, the Cup should be ours, he's brilliant." He hesitated, then asked, "So. how're things going with Penny?"
"Oh, I don't know. She's just a friend, but I think she wants to be more than that," he sighed. "Not really sure what to do."
"Ah." At this, Oliver's hopes leapt. Maybe Percy was less confused than he had thought.
"Yeah, I just don't have time for a girlfriend, I've too much work to do. We sit our OWLs this year, and then next year we start our NEWTs. If I want to join the Ministry, I have to get good marks. It just isn't practical for me to have any sort of relationship."
"Oh." Oliver's hopes came crashing down at those words. "I'm just going to bed Perce. See you in the morning." He tried to cover up how hurt he was, but Percy spotted it.
"You alright?" His voice was filled with warm concern, but Oliver was too upset to notice.
"Yeah. Like I said, I'm tired. Night."
"Night Ol."
Percy stared thoughtfully after him. He wasn't interested in Penny, but not for the reasons he'd given Oliver. Maybe he had read his reaction wrongly, but it seemed Ol was upset about the possibility of him going out with Penny. Slowly, he picked up his books and headed for bed himself. He had plenty to think about.