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Author note: Inspiration came, went, and here is it's love child. *Edit: I'm notorious at re-arranging names, thank you Lulu-Chan for catching that! Write if I messed up and put Percy where Oliver was supposed to be or vice versa.*
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Oliver was looking for Percy. He went into the library, the cold air beating on his face. He saw Percy and stopped and went behind a bookshelf, peering through the gap in the books. He was talking to Penny and holding her hand. Oliver was confused. He thought they broke up. They had. Percy had told him, and then Oliver had kissed Percy before running away - or more accurately, to his own bed.

He went back out the library door and walked around the school. He was happy to be alone with his thoughts. Percy often just sat in their room and looked at the wall. Oliver would inquire about this, and Percy would smile at him and tell him he was thinking about what life would be like in 10 years. Or what he'd name his first son. Or how funny it was when Fred and George pulled that prank, even if he had to take away 30 points. No matter what, Percy would tell Oliver what was on his mind and it made him feel guilty he rarely ever told anyone. He liked his thoughts to be private. But it was the best time to share them.

He found himself back at the doors of the library, but heard whimpering a few feet over. He looked down and saw a girl crying. He crouched down and asked, "Are you okay?"

Penelope Clearwater's head looked up at him, her face red and her cheeks wet. "No, Oliver, I am not okay. Thanks to you."

"What does that mean?" Oliver asked lowering himself to the ground besides her.

"Oh, you just stole my boyfriend from me, that's all." She said, almost laughing at how the words sounded.

"Percy?" He said, laughing, "Why would I want Percy?" He was careful the wall was still there, she couldn't see the truth in his eyes. She wouldn't know.

"Then why is he in there dreaming of you and I'm out here dreaming of him?" She asked, more silent tears streaming down her face. She didn't even brush them away, just let them run their course. Oliver looked at her and wondered if her words were true - was Percy thinking of him?

He started to get up but looked at the miserable girl next to him. "Can I, Are you, Will you be ok?" He asked and she nodded at him. She'd be fine, eventually.

"Just go talk to him or something. Leave me alone." She said, looking completely miserable. She'd get over it. He turned and practically ran into the library.

Percy was sitting at a table by himself and his forehead was scrunched up. He looked tired and his foot was tapping under the table. Oliver sat across from him "Fancy seeing you here, roomie." He said cheerfully.

"Yes, what is this - the second time you been in a library? You do know the quidditch section's on the other side of the room?" He teased, looking up from his book.

"Did you know that outside this room there is this thing called 'fresh air'?" Oliver replied, and he and Percy had a laugh. It felt natural and they were shhhed by the librarian. "How about we go back to the dorm and study there?" Oliver suggested, and Percy gathered his things.

Outside in the hall, their hands lay dangerously close as they walked. Percy's brushed his and Oliver grasped it. Their fingers entwined and a bolt of electricity shot up Oliver's spine. This was definitely what he wanted.

"Perce?" He softly said, stopping in the middle of an emtpy hallway. Percy turned and looked at him, still holding his hand and softly rubbing it with his thumb. Oliver let go of his hand and a flash of disappointment went over Percy's face, but was soon forgotten because Oliver closed the gap between them and kissed him. It was soft at first. Percy was clumsy and didn't really know what he was doing, but Oliver guided him as he opened his mouth and slowly caressed Percy's tongue. Oliver opened his eyes just for a moment to see everything from a different view. Percy's eyes were completely shut and he saw mostly freckles. He closed his eyes again and enjoyed the kiss, delving into Percy's mouth and feeling the heat of Percy against him. It was over to soon, Percy's eyes staring into his. He realized he was staring and didn't really mind.

"Let's go back to the dorm now, ok?" Percy asked, taking Oliver's hand again.

"You do know thats the Hogwarts equivalent of getting engaged?" Oliver replied, laughing and kissing Percy's hand. He bent down as if proposing and Percy blushed.

"So I've heard." He said, pulling Oliver up again and kissing him gently on the cheek before they walked back to the common room in silence. Both boys bursting with things to say, but knowing they'd have a long time to say them. They walked through the common room, hand in hand, and no one whispered or anything. They just looked, smiled to themselves, and went back to talking with their friends.

"Finally!" Fred remarked from an arm chair. "Pay up George!"

"Really, Oliver, do your teammate a favor and wait to get with my brother until next week!" George said, reluctantly handing over a few wizarding coins to Fred who was smirking. Percy didn't say anything, just steered Oliver over to the stairs and climbed them slowly, unsure of what would happen. Ron pushed by them from the 3rd year rooms. "Sorry Perce." He said, then noticed he was holding Olivers hand. His face turned red and he rushed down the rest of the stairs to see Harry, probably.

"At least someone is surprised." Oliver said, laughing as they went into their room and shut the door behind them. Percy just laughed some more, but his laugh was cut short by Oliver. He was kissing him again and they laid down on a bed for a bit. Oliver's hand went under Percy's shirt and started feeling his stomach. Percy sat up at that.

"Too fast?" Oliver asked, and Percy nodded, feeling a bit girly but he knew he wasn't ready. He'd just barely broken up with Penny and he wasn't about to sleep with Oliver just days later. Oliver just smiled. "We don't have to go fast, pal." He added this word winking at Percy. He was blushing once again.

"You go around kissing all your pals?" Percy teased, taking off his glasses to rub his eyes. Oliver became a blurry blob, but he could make out his mouth and his eyes. His nose was lost in his flesh, and he smiled at that.

"Nope, only one of them."

"Well, you should tell me his name so I can go and knock him a good one."

"Percy Weasley, result to violence? Tarnish the good boy image? Well, not this time at least, because the only person I'll be kissing is you." Oliver says laying on his side lying next to Percy who is on his back. His freckled face is turned towards Oliver and it takes all his might for him not to kiss him right now. To not ravish him, but he wants to go slow. As much as it burns inside, he'll stamp out the fire and go slowly.

"You're a cornball." Percy says, then looks away. "I told Penny that I love you." He tells the ceiling, not once looking in Oliver's eyes to see the reaction.

"You love me?" Oliver says and Percy sits up a bit and looks Oliver in the eyes and slowly nods. Oliver kisses him, knowing he can't say the words. Not yet. He isn't sure of his feelings. But this is what he wants and he knows someday he'll say the words back and he'll mean them. Percy is definitely not just his pal.

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A/N: Oui, non? I hatehatehate writing kissing because I just suck at it. So no laughing, please? But did you like it? This is the end (or is it?). I just needed closure on this story, so here it is. The tenses suck and I over-use commas, but other than that...woo-hoo.

P.S. I'm writing a pretty long Harry/Draco short story if that tickles your fancy, so be on the look-out. It's in the oven, and ought to be out in the world soon.