Disclaimer: Yes, this is a SLASH fic. If you do not like the idea of two
guys kissing/going out, then I suggest you do not read it. It's pretty
fluffy/romantic too. Oh yeah, and I do not own these characters. They
came from J.K. Rowling's brilliant mind. One extra note: there is a verse
to a song in this fic. It comes from the song "Radical Dreamer: Unstolen
Jewel", which was composed by Yasunori Mitsuda and appears on the Chrono
Cross OST.
Pairing: Oliver x Percy, mainly. They make SUCH a cute couple, don'cha think? Draco x Harry, some Marcus x Oliver, but sparingly. There is some het love, but not much. Also, pretty much all of the characters are a little OOC.
Author: reina_biggerstaff
Author's Notes: This is my first fanfic, so please r/r! I need suggestions/tips!
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Chapter 1: Sunshine after the Rain
Tiny droplets of water materialized on Oliver's face. Despite the fact that they had no mass whatsoever, the force at which they fell from the Heavens was quite strong. He pulled his cloak over his head, pitifully trying to shield himself from the rain that was beating down on his body. "Hey Olly!" a voice called out from behind him. As he spun around to the direction of the origin of the voice, it belonged to a certain red-haired Weasley. Oliver scanned his eyes up and down the form. "Why are you looking at me like that, Olly? You're acting like you don't remember my voice," the form said. "Oh! Hey, Perce. Sorry, it's just the rain. I couldn't see you is all. How are you?" "I'm okay. The students are behaving themselves pretty well, so my job's been easier. What about you? How's your Quidditch game? Getting any better?" Percy asked, but deep down, he knew that Oliver was undoubtedly one of the best players on the team. "I'm increasing my skill every day. But the other house teams have some tricks up their sleeves. It's Slytherin I'm worried about, though," Oliver answered. "Trust me, Oliver. Slytherin will have to beg for mercy once you're done with them. Anyway, you had better hurry and get to your class," Percy warned. Oliver gave him a little grin, and put his arm around him. For some reason, this made Percy blush. His cheeks flushed, and his chest felt heavy. Why was he feeling like this? They were just friends, nothing more, but still.Percy felt something from deep inside. Oliver was quite attractive, with shining, chestnut eyes and hair, and a smile that could cause you to faint. They had been friends and roommates for years. When did these feelings develop? Percy was lost in thought as Oliver led him inside the castle.
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As the last sliver of sunlight descended from the sky, Oliver was heading back to his room. His day had been long and hard (no joke intended), and a nice bath was all he needed. He walked up the stone stairs and toward the portrait of the obese woman. "What is the password?" she inquired. "Chimaera," he answered promptly. A portion of the wall on which the portrait was hung shifted and opened up, exposing the room where he lived during the school year. Grabbing a towel from his trunk, he placed it on his bed. He then changed into a pair of patterned swim trunks, a terrycloth robe, and sandals, and draped the soft, fluffy towel over his shoulder. When he got to the bathroom, it was empty, so he turned the knob on the faucet. He waited, albeit impatiently, until the water was suitably warm, and then plugged the drain.
Meanwhile, Percy was making his last rounds around the Gryffindor tower. I'm bloody fagged. Maybe I should return to my room and see what Oliver's up to, he thought to himself as he walked down the dimly lit corridors. The lights were on in the room, and he could hear water running. Steam drifted out of their bathroom, which clued Percy in to what was going on. He quietly stepped inside, careful not to disturb his bathing roommate. The door's open. Purposefully? Nah, it couldn't be.or could it? Hmm, he thought. Suddenly, the naughtiness inside of him got the better of him, and he decided to sneak a peek. The humid air inside the bathroom dampened his face, and steam obstructed his view. Oliver had his back to the door. Percy peered inside from outside the doorway, trying not to be caught. It was then that his view became clearer. Oliver's lightly bronzed, trim back was visible above the rim of the bathtub. His warm, brown hair wet, glistening with moisture, drops of water running down the back of his neck. He turned to the side, unknowingly enabling his spying roommate to catch a glimpse of his slim, muscular abdomen. I can't believe he hasn't caught me yet. Maybe I'd better go back into the room and give him some privacy, Percy thought to himself. His conscience, much to the disappointment of his nether region, got the better of him. He waited back in the room, on his bed, for Oliver to finish up his bath. He could feel his cheeks glowing with warmth, chest beginning to weigh him down. He changed into night-clothing, and cracked out a book and started to read. "Ahh, that was a lovely bath. 'Better towel off," Oliver said to himself. He grabbed his soft, scarlet towel off of the rack and ascended from the now-lukewarm water. Water dripped off of his soaking body, lightly splashing into the small body of water in which he stood. He stepped out of the fancy, marble tub and began to dry off. Percy lay in the adjoined room, images of Oliver toweling off his naked body dancing in his head. The thought consumed his mind, and he blushed furiously. He immediately tried to suppress his feelings so that he wouldn't act strangely around his longtime friend, but they were too strong. He's about to enter this room. I can't let him see my embarrassment, or he might realize what I was doing! he worried. "Oh, there you are! I was wondering when you would show up! 'Everything check out okay in the tower?" Oliver asked as he walked in, robe partially open, trying to dry his wet hair. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Everyone was tucked in and asleep when I checked. Did you just take a bath?" Percy asked. He tried to remain calm, but he became particularly nervous. "Yeah. I was real sweaty after a long Quidditch practice. We learned some new techniques and sharpened our skills. But after the luxurious bath that I had, I feel great," Oliver replied. Yeah, I know all about that bath. Hehehehe, Percy cackled in his head. While walking over to his trunk, Oliver removed his robe. His swim trunks were sopping wet, making him shiver a little bit. Percy found his eyes wandering off the pages of his book and toward Oliver's half-naked body. "Why are you so quiet, Perce? Is something wrong?" Oliver asked, turning around to look at his ogling roommate. Why's he looking at me that? His eyes are hungry, like an animal's. Could it be.? Oliver thought. "Oh, nothing's wrong. Uh, Oliver, um, I have something I need to tell you," Percy stammered. He was shaking a bit. This was it; the big moment, when he would express his true feelings. "What is it, Perce? You can tell me," Oliver said, walking slowly over to Percy's bedside, his soft, brown eyes shining. Right then and there, Percy almost melted. Oliver sat on Percy's bed, inching over to his roommate. "I'm here for you, Perce. What is it?" "Um, Oliver, I, that is, um, I think I'm in love with you," Percy proclaimed, his eyes down, avoiding Oliver's. What would Oliver say next? Would he recoil in disgust, or would he share the same feelings? "You should have told me a long time ago," Oliver said softly, as he moved closer to Percy. He put his arm around his trembling roommate, gently tilted his head, and placed his soft, pink lips onto the other boy's, kissing him tenderly. Percy's mouth opened, inviting Oliver's tongue to enter. Their tongues danced inside each other's mouth harmoniously. Oliver pulled away for a second, grabbed his wand, and locked the door. With that, he returned to the arms of his loving roommate and friend. For a brief moment, time stopped for the two of them, as they lay in Percy's bed, held in each other's arms, the power of their love emanating from their bodies.
"Toki wa ai mo itami mo fukaku dakitome Keshite yukukedo watashi wa oboeteiru Zutto..." "Sometimes I catch and hold love and pain, tightly in my arms. It will fade away, but I will remember it... Always...."
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The next day, Percy woke up to an empty room. Disappointed, he huffed and pulled himself out of bed, squinting. His vision was a tad blurry. He rubbed his eyes, and took a look around the room. Oliver's robe was in a heap on the floor next to his trunk, still lightly moistened from the night before. His towel was in another heap, and his soggy swim trunks were draped on his trunk, set to dry. Oh, when will he learn to pick up after himself? I'm not his mother! Still, you can't stay mad at him. He's such a darling, Percy thought, and chuckled to himself, Was last night just a dream? No, no, it was too real to be a dream. I wonder where Oliver is. He rose from the haven of his bed, which still carried the scent of his beloved Oliver. Groaning, he scratched his head, and stumbled sleepily over to Oliver's dirty clothing. While stooping over to pick it up and fold it neatly, something caught his eye. A note was left on Oliver's bed, written with care:
Dear Perce: Sorry to have left you all alone this morning. I had early Quidditch practice, and we both know how much I love Quidditch (but not as much as I love you). Later, I'll be taking another bath. Maybe you'd like to join me? Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine, but I can assure you that you wouldn't regret it if you did. I'll see you later, love. Oliver
Wow, I had no idea Oliver felt this way. All this time, I thought that he only thought of me as a pal. But now, I feel I have found my soulmate, Percy thought as he sighed happily. Today was going to be a bright day.
Pairing: Oliver x Percy, mainly. They make SUCH a cute couple, don'cha think? Draco x Harry, some Marcus x Oliver, but sparingly. There is some het love, but not much. Also, pretty much all of the characters are a little OOC.
Author: reina_biggerstaff
Author's Notes: This is my first fanfic, so please r/r! I need suggestions/tips!
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Chapter 1: Sunshine after the Rain
Tiny droplets of water materialized on Oliver's face. Despite the fact that they had no mass whatsoever, the force at which they fell from the Heavens was quite strong. He pulled his cloak over his head, pitifully trying to shield himself from the rain that was beating down on his body. "Hey Olly!" a voice called out from behind him. As he spun around to the direction of the origin of the voice, it belonged to a certain red-haired Weasley. Oliver scanned his eyes up and down the form. "Why are you looking at me like that, Olly? You're acting like you don't remember my voice," the form said. "Oh! Hey, Perce. Sorry, it's just the rain. I couldn't see you is all. How are you?" "I'm okay. The students are behaving themselves pretty well, so my job's been easier. What about you? How's your Quidditch game? Getting any better?" Percy asked, but deep down, he knew that Oliver was undoubtedly one of the best players on the team. "I'm increasing my skill every day. But the other house teams have some tricks up their sleeves. It's Slytherin I'm worried about, though," Oliver answered. "Trust me, Oliver. Slytherin will have to beg for mercy once you're done with them. Anyway, you had better hurry and get to your class," Percy warned. Oliver gave him a little grin, and put his arm around him. For some reason, this made Percy blush. His cheeks flushed, and his chest felt heavy. Why was he feeling like this? They were just friends, nothing more, but still.Percy felt something from deep inside. Oliver was quite attractive, with shining, chestnut eyes and hair, and a smile that could cause you to faint. They had been friends and roommates for years. When did these feelings develop? Percy was lost in thought as Oliver led him inside the castle.
* * *
As the last sliver of sunlight descended from the sky, Oliver was heading back to his room. His day had been long and hard (no joke intended), and a nice bath was all he needed. He walked up the stone stairs and toward the portrait of the obese woman. "What is the password?" she inquired. "Chimaera," he answered promptly. A portion of the wall on which the portrait was hung shifted and opened up, exposing the room where he lived during the school year. Grabbing a towel from his trunk, he placed it on his bed. He then changed into a pair of patterned swim trunks, a terrycloth robe, and sandals, and draped the soft, fluffy towel over his shoulder. When he got to the bathroom, it was empty, so he turned the knob on the faucet. He waited, albeit impatiently, until the water was suitably warm, and then plugged the drain.
Meanwhile, Percy was making his last rounds around the Gryffindor tower. I'm bloody fagged. Maybe I should return to my room and see what Oliver's up to, he thought to himself as he walked down the dimly lit corridors. The lights were on in the room, and he could hear water running. Steam drifted out of their bathroom, which clued Percy in to what was going on. He quietly stepped inside, careful not to disturb his bathing roommate. The door's open. Purposefully? Nah, it couldn't be.or could it? Hmm, he thought. Suddenly, the naughtiness inside of him got the better of him, and he decided to sneak a peek. The humid air inside the bathroom dampened his face, and steam obstructed his view. Oliver had his back to the door. Percy peered inside from outside the doorway, trying not to be caught. It was then that his view became clearer. Oliver's lightly bronzed, trim back was visible above the rim of the bathtub. His warm, brown hair wet, glistening with moisture, drops of water running down the back of his neck. He turned to the side, unknowingly enabling his spying roommate to catch a glimpse of his slim, muscular abdomen. I can't believe he hasn't caught me yet. Maybe I'd better go back into the room and give him some privacy, Percy thought to himself. His conscience, much to the disappointment of his nether region, got the better of him. He waited back in the room, on his bed, for Oliver to finish up his bath. He could feel his cheeks glowing with warmth, chest beginning to weigh him down. He changed into night-clothing, and cracked out a book and started to read. "Ahh, that was a lovely bath. 'Better towel off," Oliver said to himself. He grabbed his soft, scarlet towel off of the rack and ascended from the now-lukewarm water. Water dripped off of his soaking body, lightly splashing into the small body of water in which he stood. He stepped out of the fancy, marble tub and began to dry off. Percy lay in the adjoined room, images of Oliver toweling off his naked body dancing in his head. The thought consumed his mind, and he blushed furiously. He immediately tried to suppress his feelings so that he wouldn't act strangely around his longtime friend, but they were too strong. He's about to enter this room. I can't let him see my embarrassment, or he might realize what I was doing! he worried. "Oh, there you are! I was wondering when you would show up! 'Everything check out okay in the tower?" Oliver asked as he walked in, robe partially open, trying to dry his wet hair. "Hmm? Oh, yes. Everyone was tucked in and asleep when I checked. Did you just take a bath?" Percy asked. He tried to remain calm, but he became particularly nervous. "Yeah. I was real sweaty after a long Quidditch practice. We learned some new techniques and sharpened our skills. But after the luxurious bath that I had, I feel great," Oliver replied. Yeah, I know all about that bath. Hehehehe, Percy cackled in his head. While walking over to his trunk, Oliver removed his robe. His swim trunks were sopping wet, making him shiver a little bit. Percy found his eyes wandering off the pages of his book and toward Oliver's half-naked body. "Why are you so quiet, Perce? Is something wrong?" Oliver asked, turning around to look at his ogling roommate. Why's he looking at me that? His eyes are hungry, like an animal's. Could it be.? Oliver thought. "Oh, nothing's wrong. Uh, Oliver, um, I have something I need to tell you," Percy stammered. He was shaking a bit. This was it; the big moment, when he would express his true feelings. "What is it, Perce? You can tell me," Oliver said, walking slowly over to Percy's bedside, his soft, brown eyes shining. Right then and there, Percy almost melted. Oliver sat on Percy's bed, inching over to his roommate. "I'm here for you, Perce. What is it?" "Um, Oliver, I, that is, um, I think I'm in love with you," Percy proclaimed, his eyes down, avoiding Oliver's. What would Oliver say next? Would he recoil in disgust, or would he share the same feelings? "You should have told me a long time ago," Oliver said softly, as he moved closer to Percy. He put his arm around his trembling roommate, gently tilted his head, and placed his soft, pink lips onto the other boy's, kissing him tenderly. Percy's mouth opened, inviting Oliver's tongue to enter. Their tongues danced inside each other's mouth harmoniously. Oliver pulled away for a second, grabbed his wand, and locked the door. With that, he returned to the arms of his loving roommate and friend. For a brief moment, time stopped for the two of them, as they lay in Percy's bed, held in each other's arms, the power of their love emanating from their bodies.
"Toki wa ai mo itami mo fukaku dakitome Keshite yukukedo watashi wa oboeteiru Zutto..." "Sometimes I catch and hold love and pain, tightly in my arms. It will fade away, but I will remember it... Always...."
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The next day, Percy woke up to an empty room. Disappointed, he huffed and pulled himself out of bed, squinting. His vision was a tad blurry. He rubbed his eyes, and took a look around the room. Oliver's robe was in a heap on the floor next to his trunk, still lightly moistened from the night before. His towel was in another heap, and his soggy swim trunks were draped on his trunk, set to dry. Oh, when will he learn to pick up after himself? I'm not his mother! Still, you can't stay mad at him. He's such a darling, Percy thought, and chuckled to himself, Was last night just a dream? No, no, it was too real to be a dream. I wonder where Oliver is. He rose from the haven of his bed, which still carried the scent of his beloved Oliver. Groaning, he scratched his head, and stumbled sleepily over to Oliver's dirty clothing. While stooping over to pick it up and fold it neatly, something caught his eye. A note was left on Oliver's bed, written with care:
Dear Perce: Sorry to have left you all alone this morning. I had early Quidditch practice, and we both know how much I love Quidditch (but not as much as I love you). Later, I'll be taking another bath. Maybe you'd like to join me? Of course, if you don't want to, that's fine, but I can assure you that you wouldn't regret it if you did. I'll see you later, love. Oliver
Wow, I had no idea Oliver felt this way. All this time, I thought that he only thought of me as a pal. But now, I feel I have found my soulmate, Percy thought as he sighed happily. Today was going to be a bright day.