The Whole Thing, Sorted
Author: Mira
Rating: Mild R for swearing
Slash - ie, two men in a romantic situation. Consider yourself warned.
Disclaimers in part one still apply.
Thanks to Layla Voll for her beta-ing.
All mistakes are mine.
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Part 5
"Hello Oliver." Percy gave the other man a quick once-over. Oliver hadn't changed all that much – a few more smile lines around the eyes, some more sun-streaks in the hair and broader shoulders. The robes hid the rest.
'Damn.' Percy thought, 'Well, in time.' He focused on Oliver's voice.
"So what are you doing up here, anyway?"
Percy shrugged, "Nothing really, I'm on vacation." He watched as Oliver smirked. 'Here it comes…"
"I'm surprised you actually left the ministry for a vacation, Perce."
Percy returned the smirk, "They do unchain us from our desks occasionally… Ol." He swallowed his smile at the stunned look on Oliver's face. He wasn't used to a Percy who made jokes.
'Good. That means he's off guard.'
"Um… okay. So… you're going to come to the game?"
Percy paused, as if considering the question, "Yeah, I thought I'd watch you play." He gave him another once-over, this time being a little more overt about it.
'It's your turn, Oliver. Don't disappoint me. Besides, I want to see if the rest of you lives up to those shoulders.'
Oliver knew there was a Weasley in the stands. Not many people had hair that red, and those that did were all related. He concentrated on the drills, figuring he'd catch up with the Weasley and maybe find out how the rest of them were doing. He finished the drills, successfully catching the quaffles.
"Wood! Stop daydreaming! "
Okay, most of the quaffles.
He made a face at Williams's back.
"I saw that!"
"Good!" Oliver yelled back. "Mangy git." He muttered, circling down to land on the grass. He looked up and saw the redhead strolling off. He hopped off his broom and jogged after the man. Now that he was closer he could see it was one of the tall, slim Weasleys. He saw the glasses as the man turned his head.
"Hey! Percy!" He dropped his hand on a shoulder and tugged. Percy Weasley turned and smiled at Oliver.
"Hello Oliver."
Oliver didn't have many individual memories of Percy. He had been another of the many Weasleys that went to Hogwarts. Sometimes it felt like Gryffindor was awashed in red hair. He did remember the time Percy had spent twenty minutes telling him off for not studying when he caught him trying to cram the morning of his Dark Arts exam. That and the fact that Percy was never impressed with his Quidditch abilities.
Okay, that rankled a bit. Just a bit, really. Oliver was used to being admired. Hell, he liked being admired and why not? He was good at what he did, thank you very much. Besides, not everyone wanted to go work for the Ministry. Bloody boring, that was.
Uh-oh, Percy was watching him, waiting.
"So what are you doing here, anyway?"
Percy shrugged, "Nothing really, I'm on vacation."
Oliver smirked, it was time to wind Percy up. "I'm surprised you actually left the ministry for a vacation, Perce."
Percy returned the smirk, "They do unchain us occasionally… Ol."
Oh. That didn't work. Percy was smirking him, with a "you idiot" look on his face.
"Um… okay. So… you're going to come to the game?"
Percy paused, as if considering the question, "Yeah, I thought I'd watch you play."
Oliver was about to say something when he caught the look Percy gave him.
Wait a minute.
'Did Percy just…?'
Oliver stared at Percy. The redhead was standing in front of him, watching. Red hair, glasses, superior look, well, no superior look on his face. Then it hit him. Percy looked good.
Really good. He had finally grown into those shoulders and was lovely and lean, just how Oliver liked them and if that glance was any indication, Percy certainly thought the same of him. This could lead to something. He was single and carefree after breaking up with that twit, Robert. Percy was good-looking and Oliver was certainly up for a game of connect-the-freckles. Now to convince Percy that it was a good idea.
"So Perce, you doing anything later?"
Percy tacked on a regretful look. "Sorry, Ol. I've got plans tonight." He saw the disappointed look on the Quidditch player's face. "But here's where I'm staying." He pulled out a muggle ballpoint pen and a piece of parchment and looked at Oliver. "Turn around."
Oliver frowned at him and turned. Percy rested the parchment on Oliver's back and scribbled the address and phone number of his hotel. He tapped those shoulders. "You can turn around now." When Oliver did so, Percy gave him the paper.
'Long enough. Say goodbye, Agent Weasley.'
"See you, Oliver. Take care." Percy turned and headed down the street. He didn't look back, but he could feel Oliver staring at him.
He turned a corner and stopped. A blond man was coming out of a store carrying a package wrapped in brown paper. Percy continued walking. He was on vacation so he was supposed to be relaxed, not on the job.
"Weasley. What a revelation."
Percy turned and said with a grim smile, "Hewson. Isn't it?" Paul Hewson was stereotypically tall, blond and handsome. The only problem was, he was evil. Percy knew he was a Deatheater, he had seen the man when he was in Geneva.
Hewson sneered at the redhead who shrugged.
"Was there a reason you called out?"
Hewson sniffed, "It would be rude of me not to acknowledge a Ministry official." He tucked the package under an arm.
Percy nodded and circled around the man, "Consider this an acknowledgement. Oh, by the way, that look doesn't suit you. You look like a cut rate Lucius Malfoy." He sneered at Hewson.
Hewson glared right back at him.
"You won't look so smug if you knew what we were up to."
Percy had to try really hard not to roll his eyes. "Not only are you cut-rate, you're a cardboard villain as well. Care to tell me everything and save both of us the trouble of me reporting you to the Ministry on suspicions of Dark Activity?"
Hewson snarled and walked away, leaving Percy standing in the square. He made his way back to his room. He locked the door, sat at his desk and booted up his laptop. One of the better things about muggles was their technology. During his time training with the other agents, he had received a crash course in computers. After that, he bought his own laptop and then spent a few days casting spells so it could work without electricity. He didn't tell his father, of course, because Arthur might feel obliged to arrest him for misusing muggle artifacts.
After confirming the passwords and avoiding a few neat little hexes, (thank you, Bill) Percy was soon emailing Brian about the confrontation with Hewson. He didn't bother to update his boss about his pursuit of Oliver, as he was still a bit pissed off about the entire incident.
Percy got up and stretched. The rest of his afternoon was free and he had made plans to have dinner with Oliver sometime during his stay. After all, one didn't want to appear too eager… even if he was, not that he was admitting it, of course. Perhaps he should walk around the town and kill some time before he really went crazy. He shut the machine down, and headed out the door. He was almost into the lobby when he saw the hotel manager wave a wand and perform the 'obliviate' spell on a couple of muggles.
"They caught a guest transfiguring a mug into a teddy bear for his son. Despite my asking, there's always one wizard who just won't listen. He's stayed here before, so you would think he would know better, but no. Now I've got to straighten out these muggles and hope they don't have a funny turn or two," explained the manager, saying all this with one breath. Percy just nodded. The man didn't want an answer, just someone there to rant. Percy quickly circled around the dazed muggles and headed out the door. He really didn't care what happened to them, once the magical community remained secret. He had other things to worry about.
He headed back towards the town square where he had seen a couple coffee shops. One of them would be a good place to relax, have some coffee, naturally and read the papers. He looked at the two. One of them looked like a normal coffee shop, but the other was dirty, dingy and was avoided by almost everyone who walked by. He chose that one and walked in. The outside might have been unappealing, but the inside was light, airy and had a big window perfect for people watching. He ordered a large black coffee, took a copy of the local wizard paper and found a table by the window. He glanced over the headlines. There was nothing inflammatory in the main stories. Just articles about the upcoming census, the rising prices of toad skin and the usual debate about whether werewolves should be reclassified as Unfortunates rather than Dark Creatures. Percy thought back to Professor Lupin. Percy didn't have anything against werewolves. Lupin seemed perfectly nice, and he took a potion to stop his more carnivorous tendencies. He didn't hurt Ron when he had the chance, so that made him fine in Percy's eyes. The agent flipped the pages of the paper, sipping his coffee. An announcement tucked in the right hand corner of the page caught his attention.
The Woods, 8 p.m. Fri.
'An obscure message suggesting a meeting on Friday? Subtle.' Percy glanced at the calendar hanging underneath the clock. The meeting was four days away. The wording was enough to bring the curious as well as those in the know. He drained the cup and waved the waitress over for another.
"Would you like something to eat as well, sir?" asked the pretty brunette, with a flirtatious smile.
"No, thanks. Just the coffee." Percy returned the smile. It never hurt to make nice with the locals.
The brunette chuckled as she left to get him his drink. She usually didn't go for red hair and freckles, but this guy was pretty cute and he had a nice bum.
Percy glanced out of the window and saw Oliver in the square. The quidditch player had changed into khakis and a sweater. That didn't concern Percy. What did was the fact Oliver was talking to Hewson. The Malfoy wanna-be was gesticulating, leaning close as he talked with Oliver.
'Fuck. Oliver might be involved with Voldemort and Malfoy.' Percy swore quietly, startling the girl as she put the coffee on his table. "Excuse me?"
Percy looked up, "Sorry about that." He didn't offer an explanation since it didn't concern her. He went back to staring out the window, but the girl didn't leave. He looked up again. "Yes?"
'So, you're from England? Up here for the game?"
Percy nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "Yes. I'm not much for the sport, but an old schoolmate's on one of the teams, so I thought I'd offer a bit of support."
The girl grinned back, showing off very nice white teeth. "That's very nice of you. Are you here by yourself?"
He nodded again. She was pretty, just not very subtle about her intentions. Percy figured she could be useful. "That's the nice thing. I've got the freedom to do as I please."
She brightened at the reply. Percy had to stifle a grin. Sometimes, it was… what was that muggle saying? …like shooting fish in a barrel.
"Um, would you like someone one to show you around? Maybe to go out sometime? Drinks?"
Percy nodded, "Sure. Owl me. I'd like that."
She grinned, "Great. I'm Meg." She held out her hand. Percy shook it. "I'm Percy Weasley."
Meg looked ready to continue talking, but the manager called her and she left with an apologetic grimace. Percy looked out the window again to see Oliver shake Hewson's hand and the men go their separate ways. Oliver headed towards the coffee shop. Percy got up, tossed some money on the table top and walked towards the men's room. There, he apparated back to his hotel room. He didn't want to meet up with Oliver before their pre-arranged dinner. He still had to convince Oliver to work for the Ministry, even if he wouldn't be aware of it.
'Double agent from the looks of it. What the hell was he doing meeting with Hewson?' Percy's laptop was flashing rather rudely at him. He accessed it and found an email waiting for him.
Percy, continue to watch Hewson. He is the top V. agent in Ireland. Fortunately, top often doesn't mean smart, so he'll screw up eventually. How's Wood going?
B.
Percy deleted the message and transfigured the machine into a box of matches. He waved his wand at his suitcase and the clothes flew into the closet.
He looked up at the tapping at his window. A barn owl flapped his wings very importantly, waiting to be let in. When Percy went to let him in, he landed on the desk and held out his foot. Percy took the message and tipped him a few knuts. The owl hooted and flew away. Percy read the note.
'Percy,I know you said you had plans, but give a former roommate a break. How about dinner tonight? Meet me at Alioli at seven. Oliver.'
Percy stared at the note. "Well, that's rather short and persistent notice." It was four p.m. and he did have portkey lag and wanted to sleep. He tossed the note, stripped and fell into bed. The two cups of coffee didn't keep him awake and he was asleep in minutes.
His internal alarm woke him up 90 minutes later, leaving him lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Some agent he was, letting something like a dinner date faze him, even if it was with Oliver, his crush since Hogwarts. 'Like that was so long ago, you idiot. You're only 21.' Now I have to figure out what to wear. It should be stylish, yet say "hi Oliver, I want you to take me to bed."' Percy could just hear Ginny's voice in his head as he turned his head and stared at his clothes. 'Let's see. Oliver would remember a more staid Percy, so that's what I'll work with. Maybe he gets off on the seducing the innocent deal.' That decided, Percy got up, pulled out black pants and a grey shirt and tossed them on the bed. After a quick shower, he dressed and stared at himself in the mirror. "Not bad," he muttered to himself. He looked good, actually. He muttered a quick hair spell, put on his shoes, slipped the matches into his pocket and headed out of the hotel. He walked over to the restaurant and quickly looked inside. Oliver was sitting by the bar. Percy took a deep breath and walked in.
"Good evening, sir. Welcome to Alioli."
"Thanks."
"Do you have a reservation?"
Percy indicated Oliver. "I see the person I'm meeting. He's at the bar."
The maitre d looked over and smiled, "Ah. You're Mister Wood's guest. Go right in."
Percy walked up behind Oliver, who was still facing the bar, staring at his watch.
"I'm not that late, Oliver."
The seeker jumped and quickly turned on the stool.
"Percy!" Oliver gave him a slow once-over, almost prompting the full body Weasley blush.
Oliver wondered if he was crazy. He missed some of the practice quaffles when he never missed. Then he talked to Hewson, who everyone knew was touched in the head. It was all Percy's fault.
Author: Mira
Rating: Mild R for swearing
Slash - ie, two men in a romantic situation. Consider yourself warned.
Disclaimers in part one still apply.
Thanks to Layla Voll for her beta-ing.
All mistakes are mine.
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Part 5
"Hello Oliver." Percy gave the other man a quick once-over. Oliver hadn't changed all that much – a few more smile lines around the eyes, some more sun-streaks in the hair and broader shoulders. The robes hid the rest.
'Damn.' Percy thought, 'Well, in time.' He focused on Oliver's voice.
"So what are you doing up here, anyway?"
Percy shrugged, "Nothing really, I'm on vacation." He watched as Oliver smirked. 'Here it comes…"
"I'm surprised you actually left the ministry for a vacation, Perce."
Percy returned the smirk, "They do unchain us from our desks occasionally… Ol." He swallowed his smile at the stunned look on Oliver's face. He wasn't used to a Percy who made jokes.
'Good. That means he's off guard.'
"Um… okay. So… you're going to come to the game?"
Percy paused, as if considering the question, "Yeah, I thought I'd watch you play." He gave him another once-over, this time being a little more overt about it.
'It's your turn, Oliver. Don't disappoint me. Besides, I want to see if the rest of you lives up to those shoulders.'
Oliver knew there was a Weasley in the stands. Not many people had hair that red, and those that did were all related. He concentrated on the drills, figuring he'd catch up with the Weasley and maybe find out how the rest of them were doing. He finished the drills, successfully catching the quaffles.
"Wood! Stop daydreaming! "
Okay, most of the quaffles.
He made a face at Williams's back.
"I saw that!"
"Good!" Oliver yelled back. "Mangy git." He muttered, circling down to land on the grass. He looked up and saw the redhead strolling off. He hopped off his broom and jogged after the man. Now that he was closer he could see it was one of the tall, slim Weasleys. He saw the glasses as the man turned his head.
"Hey! Percy!" He dropped his hand on a shoulder and tugged. Percy Weasley turned and smiled at Oliver.
"Hello Oliver."
Oliver didn't have many individual memories of Percy. He had been another of the many Weasleys that went to Hogwarts. Sometimes it felt like Gryffindor was awashed in red hair. He did remember the time Percy had spent twenty minutes telling him off for not studying when he caught him trying to cram the morning of his Dark Arts exam. That and the fact that Percy was never impressed with his Quidditch abilities.
Okay, that rankled a bit. Just a bit, really. Oliver was used to being admired. Hell, he liked being admired and why not? He was good at what he did, thank you very much. Besides, not everyone wanted to go work for the Ministry. Bloody boring, that was.
Uh-oh, Percy was watching him, waiting.
"So what are you doing here, anyway?"
Percy shrugged, "Nothing really, I'm on vacation."
Oliver smirked, it was time to wind Percy up. "I'm surprised you actually left the ministry for a vacation, Perce."
Percy returned the smirk, "They do unchain us occasionally… Ol."
Oh. That didn't work. Percy was smirking him, with a "you idiot" look on his face.
"Um… okay. So… you're going to come to the game?"
Percy paused, as if considering the question, "Yeah, I thought I'd watch you play."
Oliver was about to say something when he caught the look Percy gave him.
Wait a minute.
'Did Percy just…?'
Oliver stared at Percy. The redhead was standing in front of him, watching. Red hair, glasses, superior look, well, no superior look on his face. Then it hit him. Percy looked good.
Really good. He had finally grown into those shoulders and was lovely and lean, just how Oliver liked them and if that glance was any indication, Percy certainly thought the same of him. This could lead to something. He was single and carefree after breaking up with that twit, Robert. Percy was good-looking and Oliver was certainly up for a game of connect-the-freckles. Now to convince Percy that it was a good idea.
"So Perce, you doing anything later?"
Percy tacked on a regretful look. "Sorry, Ol. I've got plans tonight." He saw the disappointed look on the Quidditch player's face. "But here's where I'm staying." He pulled out a muggle ballpoint pen and a piece of parchment and looked at Oliver. "Turn around."
Oliver frowned at him and turned. Percy rested the parchment on Oliver's back and scribbled the address and phone number of his hotel. He tapped those shoulders. "You can turn around now." When Oliver did so, Percy gave him the paper.
'Long enough. Say goodbye, Agent Weasley.'
"See you, Oliver. Take care." Percy turned and headed down the street. He didn't look back, but he could feel Oliver staring at him.
He turned a corner and stopped. A blond man was coming out of a store carrying a package wrapped in brown paper. Percy continued walking. He was on vacation so he was supposed to be relaxed, not on the job.
"Weasley. What a revelation."
Percy turned and said with a grim smile, "Hewson. Isn't it?" Paul Hewson was stereotypically tall, blond and handsome. The only problem was, he was evil. Percy knew he was a Deatheater, he had seen the man when he was in Geneva.
Hewson sneered at the redhead who shrugged.
"Was there a reason you called out?"
Hewson sniffed, "It would be rude of me not to acknowledge a Ministry official." He tucked the package under an arm.
Percy nodded and circled around the man, "Consider this an acknowledgement. Oh, by the way, that look doesn't suit you. You look like a cut rate Lucius Malfoy." He sneered at Hewson.
Hewson glared right back at him.
"You won't look so smug if you knew what we were up to."
Percy had to try really hard not to roll his eyes. "Not only are you cut-rate, you're a cardboard villain as well. Care to tell me everything and save both of us the trouble of me reporting you to the Ministry on suspicions of Dark Activity?"
Hewson snarled and walked away, leaving Percy standing in the square. He made his way back to his room. He locked the door, sat at his desk and booted up his laptop. One of the better things about muggles was their technology. During his time training with the other agents, he had received a crash course in computers. After that, he bought his own laptop and then spent a few days casting spells so it could work without electricity. He didn't tell his father, of course, because Arthur might feel obliged to arrest him for misusing muggle artifacts.
After confirming the passwords and avoiding a few neat little hexes, (thank you, Bill) Percy was soon emailing Brian about the confrontation with Hewson. He didn't bother to update his boss about his pursuit of Oliver, as he was still a bit pissed off about the entire incident.
Percy got up and stretched. The rest of his afternoon was free and he had made plans to have dinner with Oliver sometime during his stay. After all, one didn't want to appear too eager… even if he was, not that he was admitting it, of course. Perhaps he should walk around the town and kill some time before he really went crazy. He shut the machine down, and headed out the door. He was almost into the lobby when he saw the hotel manager wave a wand and perform the 'obliviate' spell on a couple of muggles.
"They caught a guest transfiguring a mug into a teddy bear for his son. Despite my asking, there's always one wizard who just won't listen. He's stayed here before, so you would think he would know better, but no. Now I've got to straighten out these muggles and hope they don't have a funny turn or two," explained the manager, saying all this with one breath. Percy just nodded. The man didn't want an answer, just someone there to rant. Percy quickly circled around the dazed muggles and headed out the door. He really didn't care what happened to them, once the magical community remained secret. He had other things to worry about.
He headed back towards the town square where he had seen a couple coffee shops. One of them would be a good place to relax, have some coffee, naturally and read the papers. He looked at the two. One of them looked like a normal coffee shop, but the other was dirty, dingy and was avoided by almost everyone who walked by. He chose that one and walked in. The outside might have been unappealing, but the inside was light, airy and had a big window perfect for people watching. He ordered a large black coffee, took a copy of the local wizard paper and found a table by the window. He glanced over the headlines. There was nothing inflammatory in the main stories. Just articles about the upcoming census, the rising prices of toad skin and the usual debate about whether werewolves should be reclassified as Unfortunates rather than Dark Creatures. Percy thought back to Professor Lupin. Percy didn't have anything against werewolves. Lupin seemed perfectly nice, and he took a potion to stop his more carnivorous tendencies. He didn't hurt Ron when he had the chance, so that made him fine in Percy's eyes. The agent flipped the pages of the paper, sipping his coffee. An announcement tucked in the right hand corner of the page caught his attention.
The Woods, 8 p.m. Fri.
'An obscure message suggesting a meeting on Friday? Subtle.' Percy glanced at the calendar hanging underneath the clock. The meeting was four days away. The wording was enough to bring the curious as well as those in the know. He drained the cup and waved the waitress over for another.
"Would you like something to eat as well, sir?" asked the pretty brunette, with a flirtatious smile.
"No, thanks. Just the coffee." Percy returned the smile. It never hurt to make nice with the locals.
The brunette chuckled as she left to get him his drink. She usually didn't go for red hair and freckles, but this guy was pretty cute and he had a nice bum.
Percy glanced out of the window and saw Oliver in the square. The quidditch player had changed into khakis and a sweater. That didn't concern Percy. What did was the fact Oliver was talking to Hewson. The Malfoy wanna-be was gesticulating, leaning close as he talked with Oliver.
'Fuck. Oliver might be involved with Voldemort and Malfoy.' Percy swore quietly, startling the girl as she put the coffee on his table. "Excuse me?"
Percy looked up, "Sorry about that." He didn't offer an explanation since it didn't concern her. He went back to staring out the window, but the girl didn't leave. He looked up again. "Yes?"
'So, you're from England? Up here for the game?"
Percy nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "Yes. I'm not much for the sport, but an old schoolmate's on one of the teams, so I thought I'd offer a bit of support."
The girl grinned back, showing off very nice white teeth. "That's very nice of you. Are you here by yourself?"
He nodded again. She was pretty, just not very subtle about her intentions. Percy figured she could be useful. "That's the nice thing. I've got the freedom to do as I please."
She brightened at the reply. Percy had to stifle a grin. Sometimes, it was… what was that muggle saying? …like shooting fish in a barrel.
"Um, would you like someone one to show you around? Maybe to go out sometime? Drinks?"
Percy nodded, "Sure. Owl me. I'd like that."
She grinned, "Great. I'm Meg." She held out her hand. Percy shook it. "I'm Percy Weasley."
Meg looked ready to continue talking, but the manager called her and she left with an apologetic grimace. Percy looked out the window again to see Oliver shake Hewson's hand and the men go their separate ways. Oliver headed towards the coffee shop. Percy got up, tossed some money on the table top and walked towards the men's room. There, he apparated back to his hotel room. He didn't want to meet up with Oliver before their pre-arranged dinner. He still had to convince Oliver to work for the Ministry, even if he wouldn't be aware of it.
'Double agent from the looks of it. What the hell was he doing meeting with Hewson?' Percy's laptop was flashing rather rudely at him. He accessed it and found an email waiting for him.
Percy, continue to watch Hewson. He is the top V. agent in Ireland. Fortunately, top often doesn't mean smart, so he'll screw up eventually. How's Wood going?
B.
Percy deleted the message and transfigured the machine into a box of matches. He waved his wand at his suitcase and the clothes flew into the closet.
He looked up at the tapping at his window. A barn owl flapped his wings very importantly, waiting to be let in. When Percy went to let him in, he landed on the desk and held out his foot. Percy took the message and tipped him a few knuts. The owl hooted and flew away. Percy read the note.
'Percy,I know you said you had plans, but give a former roommate a break. How about dinner tonight? Meet me at Alioli at seven. Oliver.'
Percy stared at the note. "Well, that's rather short and persistent notice." It was four p.m. and he did have portkey lag and wanted to sleep. He tossed the note, stripped and fell into bed. The two cups of coffee didn't keep him awake and he was asleep in minutes.
His internal alarm woke him up 90 minutes later, leaving him lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Some agent he was, letting something like a dinner date faze him, even if it was with Oliver, his crush since Hogwarts. 'Like that was so long ago, you idiot. You're only 21.' Now I have to figure out what to wear. It should be stylish, yet say "hi Oliver, I want you to take me to bed."' Percy could just hear Ginny's voice in his head as he turned his head and stared at his clothes. 'Let's see. Oliver would remember a more staid Percy, so that's what I'll work with. Maybe he gets off on the seducing the innocent deal.' That decided, Percy got up, pulled out black pants and a grey shirt and tossed them on the bed. After a quick shower, he dressed and stared at himself in the mirror. "Not bad," he muttered to himself. He looked good, actually. He muttered a quick hair spell, put on his shoes, slipped the matches into his pocket and headed out of the hotel. He walked over to the restaurant and quickly looked inside. Oliver was sitting by the bar. Percy took a deep breath and walked in.
"Good evening, sir. Welcome to Alioli."
"Thanks."
"Do you have a reservation?"
Percy indicated Oliver. "I see the person I'm meeting. He's at the bar."
The maitre d looked over and smiled, "Ah. You're Mister Wood's guest. Go right in."
Percy walked up behind Oliver, who was still facing the bar, staring at his watch.
"I'm not that late, Oliver."
The seeker jumped and quickly turned on the stool.
"Percy!" Oliver gave him a slow once-over, almost prompting the full body Weasley blush.
Oliver wondered if he was crazy. He missed some of the practice quaffles when he never missed. Then he talked to Hewson, who everyone knew was touched in the head. It was all Percy's fault.
