Disclaimer: Sadly, these boys are not mine. They are, of course, the property of J.K. Rowling. I have no money. At all. So please don't hurt me.
Warning: This is slash. Yep. Pretty boys. Together. Not explicit, but still. If you've got a problem, leave. I don't want to hear about it.
I started this before book 5 and finished it after. In my world Percy is not a total jackass. So there. (sigh Why, Percy? Why?!?)
This is part of the "Just Another Cliché" series. (Which will probably remain unfinished. I know, I know… leaving things unfinished is totally out of character for me…)
Dedicated to Chris Rankin's bedhead (of course) and Sean Biggerstaff's voice.
Of Quidditch and Cauldron Bottoms
Chapter Two
Oliver Wood walked up from the Quidditch pitch soaked through with rain, muddy, and feeling distinctly dejected. All their practicing would be for naught if Harry didn't learn whatever it was Lupin was teaching him to help with the Dementors. Harry assured him that it was going well…
He heaved himself up the stairs to Gryffindor tower, gave the password, and made his way through the Common Room to the Seventh Year Boys dorm.
Stripping out of his wet, dirty Quidditch robes he walked blindly through the room into the showers.
*****
Percy Weasley had fled the loud Gryffindor Common Room for the abandoned dorm. He sincerely wished that the Head Boy and Girl got their own rooms, as was popular belief, but they didn't. As far as perks like that went, in fact, he was not better of being Head Boy than he had been as a Prefect. And so he was forced to retreat to either his dorm or the Library for peace and quiet, just like everyone else, and it was far too late to go to the Library.
Just as he had settled down to work on his Defense Against the Dark Arts essay heavy footsteps sounded on the staircase outside. The door swung open to reveal a muddy, soaking wet, downtrodden Gryffindor Keeper. Wood proceeded to trudge past him, seemingly oblivious to his presence. Once Oliver had passed his own bed he shed his robe and left a trail of clothing to the showers.
He had never been so glad to be ignored.
*****
Twenty minutes later Oliver re-entered the dorm. He felt much better. He was clean, his spirits had greatly improved, and he had resolved to do something, anything really, about his feelings for Percy. So it was with a half-cooked plan and a healthy dose of determination he discovered that none other than Percy Weasley himself had settled down to study in the dorm while he had been showering.