Head Like a Hole
Oliver Wood was what some people might call wild. His friends thought he was just being himself. But the truth behind the image was that he had to force himself to put on those leather pants and that false smile. He had to force himself out onto the streets of muggle London, and into crowded bars and exclusive clubs. More than anything, he had to force himself to flirt, and to forget.
He didn't know why it was so important to keep up the façade, but it was. Maybe he did it because he still remembered the exact texture of red hair under his fingers, could still feel the perfect way their hips fit together, and the way that face looked so much softer without those damned glasses. Maybe he forced himself to do all the things Percy would never let him do while they were together, just to forget him.
One thing was for certain. If this was all to forget Percy Weasley, he was doing a bloody awful job of it.
...
He couldn't say when it had ended, or why, but one day Percy had been gone. From his house, but not from his head.
The only thing he'd heard about him since was that he'd joined Voldemort, that he'd betrayed them all for power and the lure of material possessions. He could almost hate Percy for that. Almost, but not quite. The fact that Percy was a Death-Eater did not make the way he laughed any less meaningful, or the times he'd cried any less important to Oliver.
All he wanted was one more chance to hold him, to whisper "I'll always love you" into Percy's ear and kiss his ginger freckles one at a time. He wanted to tell Percy how beautiful he was, how amazing, how intelligent, how perfect.
Most of all, he wanted to hear it back.
That was something he could hate Percy for.
He could and did hate him for the awkward silence anytime love was mentioned, the needlessly sarcastic comments directed at his insecurities and fears.
Oliver remembered and tried to figure out when it ended.
When he did figure it out, the answer was as unsatisfactory as anything else involving Percy.
If he was truly honest with himself, it had never ended, because there had been nothing there to destroy.
Percy Weasley had ended their relationship before it could even begin.