Disclaimer: It sucks I know, but none of them belong to me.

A/N: Ok, I will hopefully keep going with this, but I don't guarantee anything. I have a bunch of this story written, but it's a lot of little pieces that don't fit together yet, and I still haven't found a plot, so we'll see where it goes. Hopefully I'll be able to get more done in a couple weeks, after the semester is over (yup, that's right, two weeks from right now I'll be home and I won't have class (except yoga, but that doesn't count) for about four months!).

Also, I feel I should mention that this chapter is in honor of two things. #1- the worlds greatest professor, who teaches a fantastic class, is amazing, and accepted #2 as a perfectly acceptable excuse for handing in a paper late.

And #2- The coolest thing I have ever done in my life. The March for Women's Lives in Washington D.C. yesterday. It was totally worth the 30 hour round trip bus ride. It was absolutely amazing. A million people all together standing up to let the government know that we won't let them take our choice away!! (sorry, I get really worked up about this.) But, I encourage everyone to become active in politics and fight for what you believe in (especially women, who are taught not to get involved with politics), and if you're American, and old enough make sure you're registered and vote for anyone but Bush in 2004!!!

Ok, enough politics, on to the story…

Look! A Dinosaur!

Chapter One: In which Percy moves out.

"Ridiculous!" Percy muttered to himself, throwing clothes, papers, and anything else he might ever need into his trunk. "Only paying attention to Dumbledore. Fudge is the Minister of Magic. Would know if anything was going on. Knows whether or not there's any need to worry…" Percy continued packing, speaking in sentence fragments the entire time. As he threw the last of his things into his trunk he began wondering where he was going. He was not staying here with his parents, obviously. He could go stay with Penny, but she was gone on holiday now, and Percy didn't know how her roommate would feel about him showing up unannounced with all his belongings. He was sure Penny would let him stay there when she got back, but until then…

            Crap. Workaholic that he was, what friends he had in school had mostly gone off, and he hadn't kept in touch, except Penny. He didn't really have the money to pay for a hotel room until Penny's return. There was only one other person he could think of that was even a possibility, and that was sure to be awkward. Percy didn't know what would happen if he tried this, but he didn't really have much choice…

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            Percy took a deep breath and knocked on the door in front of him before he could stop himself. He held his breath for a moment, waiting for an answer. He slowly let out the breath as he realized that no one was coming to the door. Half disappointed, half relieved he leaned against the wall, trying to think of where to go now.

            "Percy?" He looked up at the sound of his name. Yup, it was him.

            "Oliver."

            "What are you doing here?"

            "Exactly what it looks like: loitering outside your door." He said, not sure at all if this was the right thing to do.

            "Oh." Well, Percy thought, it's now or never. Ignoring the part of his mind that pointed out that never was probably the better choice, he continued.

            "See, here's the thing. I've had an awful row with my parents. I've left home," he motioned to his trunk, "And well, Penny would put me up for a while, but she's gone on holiday, thus leaving me with no place to stay. And well, I guess I was hoping maybe I could stay with you for a little while, just until Penny gets back, and…wow, that was a dumb idea…I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come, I'll leave you alone. I knew this was a mistake, I'm sure you still hate me. I'll just go, I'm sure I can find money someplace and pay for a room, never mind." He picked up his trunk and Hermes' cage and turned to go, but was stopped by the sound of his name again.

            "Percy?" He turned around and looked at Oliver. Oliver had opened his door, and was holding it open, one hand motioning for Percy to go in. Percy looked at him, surprised.

            "Your sure about this, Oliver?" Oliver smiled.

            "Nope, but I can't very well leave you out here, can I?"

            "Most people could," Percy said, walking into Oliver's flat, "and would."

            "Well, I'm not most people." Oliver replied, "And I've always understood you a bit better than most people." Oh I was right, Percy thought, this is definitely going to be awkward.

            "Come on," Oliver said, trying to lessen the awkwardness, "I'll show you to your room." Percy looked around at his surroundings for the first time. They were standing in a small entryway, to one side was a sitting room, on the other side a kitchen complete with a small dining table. He followed Oliver down a hallway and was shown the bathroom, where Oliver's room was, and finally to a smaller bedroom with barely anything in it.

            "Well, its not much. I haven't done anything to it since my roommate moved out."

            "Well, I can't really expect, or ask for much. After all I have just shown up on your doorstep, not having seen you for over a year, begging for a place to stay."

            "Hey, we agreed we'd still be friends, I'm helping out my friend when he needs it." Oliver turned to leave Percy in the room, but Percy stopped him with a hand on his arm.

            "Thank you, Oliver. Really." Oliver smiled.

            "No Problem." Oliver left and Percy sank down onto the bed. What had he gotten himself into?

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            Oliver walked into the kitchen and sat down, forcing himself to breathe. Of all people he would have expected to see waiting outside his door, Percy Weasley was not one of them. It was awkward, and Oliver was pretty sure it would be for a while, but he couldn't really say that a part of him wasn't pleased to see Percy. He had missed him. Sure, he'd been quite angry at him for a while after graduation, after Percy ended their relationship, but they had been friends for years, even before they were lovers, and he'd found himself missing that.

            Shortly Percy came out of the spare bedroom and into the kitchen. He looked unsure so Oliver motioned for him to sit down.

            "I'm afraid I haven't done any shopping recently, there's absolutely no food in this place. I was just going to get some Indian take away, you up for it?"

            "Sure."

            "Great, there's a fantastic muggle restaurant around the corner. I'll just run down and grab some, ok?" Percy nodded, "It'll only be a few minutes, you'll be ok here?"

            "Yeah, I'll be fine." Percy smiled.  Oliver threw on a jacket and left to get dinner. Percy sat at the kitchen table for a while, before getting up and looking around the rest of the apartment. It was a nice place, not too large, but bigger than Percy could have afforded on his own, yet another benefit to the profession of quidditch player over that of Ministry worker. He was in the living room examining several photographs scattered around, when Oliver came home.

            "Percy?" he asked, as he walked in.

            "In here." He replied. Oliver walked into the living room carrying the bag of food and smiled.

            "Whatcha looking at?"

            "Us." Percy replied, turning the picture so he could see. It was Percy and Oliver on the day they graduated from Hogwarts. Diploma's in hand, smiling like fools, arms around each others backs. Oliver came closer to look at it.

            "I've always loved that picture," he said.

            "I remember this one," Percy said, smiling, "Penny always used to say that she wondered what everyone would say if they saw what our other hands were doing in this picture." Oliver laughed.

            "If I remember correctly we weren't doing anything we shouldn't have been in that one."

            "No, I don't believe we were. But Penny always tended to assume we were. We were probably thinking about it, at least I was…I always was, really. It's amazing my grades stayed as good as they did."

            "And it's amazing the quidditch team ever accomplished anything. I seem to remember it was on my mind more times than not." Percy looked at Oliver, his expression growing serious.

            "I'm sorry, Oliver." Oliver looked up at him, confused. "I was an ass. I was only worried about the Ministry, and what would they think, how I would look, would they be ok with me if I was gay. I only worried about what other people thought, how they would feel, not how I would feel. And well, I'm sorry, I know I upset you and…I'm sorry."

            "Don't be." Oliver said, surprising Percy. "I was upset and angry at you for a while. But, once I calmed down I saw that you were right. I mean, we probably could have split up a better way, but I think it was best that we spend sometime away from each other. Straighten ourselves out, grow up a little bit…it was for the best really."

            "Well, that may be, but I'm still sorry I hurt you."

            "It's ok. Really." Oliver smiled at him, and Percy felt, for the first time in a while, that it really was ok. He smiled back, feeling much better and noticing that some of the tension and awkwardness seemed to have eased.

            "Now come on, dinners getting cold."

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Oliver turned and walked into the kitchen, Percy following him. Oliver put the bag on the table and turned to get plates and utensils from the cupboard. Percy began pulling cartons out of the bag and investigating what his choices were.

            "I haven't had Indian in such a long time. Oh my god! Samosas! Oh, I missed those!" He continued this way with each container, making appreciative noises as he opened them. Oliver smiled at Percy's obvious excitement about the meal. He froze when he heard a low moan escape Percy's throat. A moan he hadn't heard come from Percy in a long time, or in the presence of anyone but him. He turned around abruptly when Percy did it again and found him staring at one of the food containers.

            "Oh! Chicken Tikka Masala!" Percy dipped a finger into the sauce and licked it off. "Oh god!" he moaned again, "I'd forgotten how wonderful this is." Oliver smiled at him again.

            "I'll leave you two alone if you want, but try not to gizz on the rest of the food." Percy smiled sheepishly.

            "Sorry, Oliver. It's just, it's my favorite, and it has been a long time, and I always forget how much I love it."

            "I know it's your favorite, you stupid shite, why do you think I got it?" Percy smiled again.

            "Thanks, Oliver."

            "Anytime." He smiled back, and they both knew they weren't just talking about the food.

TBC.

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Another A/N: Two things. Firstly, if you haven't read any of my stories before, or you forgot, or didn't pay attention to begin with, When writing, characters very frequently end up with miscellaneous characteristics of mine. One of the most common of these is cussing, so they boys, etc. will probably swear quite a bit in the future. And Secondly, I don't know if anyone sees Percy's reaction to the Chicken Tikka Masala as a bit excessive, but if you do, probably you haven't had it, or you don't like it. I, however, quite frequently react the same way Percy did. It wasn't his fault, he couldn't help it, as much as it doesn't seem like it, it really is an orgasmic food. I also want to apologize for any Americanisms that pop up. I speak quite a bit more like and English person than most people I know, but I'm still American, I can't help it, it happens. And don't blame me, he's not my president! Ok, sorry, way to much babbling, I'll stop now….

So, what do you think?