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A/N- I decided to do it again but a slash ship this time: classic (Oliver and Percy) If you don't like it don't read it.
Oliver and Percy had a flat together; perfectly content until Oliver began to take steroids. And drink. When Oliver started to drink, he drank like it was New's Years Eve every day.
"What the bloody hell is this?" Oliver asked one night when he saw Percy painting on the terrace.
"It's a painting love." Percy could hear the alcohol in his breath; he learned to tolerate it. The best thing to do is ignore it. Oliver stumbled out onto the terrace, a bottle of gin in his hand, and said, "Well I think it loo-looks like shit. Throw it out." Then he stumbled back inside, slumping onto the couch. Percy walked back inside and started to massage Oliver's shoulders.
"Babe, I like it. So I'm not throwing it out." At that, he went into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea.
"THE HELL YOU ARE! I am the man in this relationship and what I say goes!" Oliver stopped rambling and thought about what he had said.
"And than in lies the stupidity in that argument." Before Percy knew what was going on, Oliver had crossed the apartment, threw the tea onto the rug, and then slapped Percy in the face. Percy couldn't believe Oliver had just hit him.
"Oliver Randolph Mitchell Wood, I'm leaving you." Percy went into the bedroom and pulled out a suitcase. Within seconds Percy was gone.
Two weeks later, Harry called Percy. Not to talk about how Percy was doing but how Oliver was doing.
"Hello Percy?"
"Yes?"
"This is Harry. How are you?"
"Cut the pleasantries and tell me why you really called."
"Oliver."
"I don't want to talk to him. He's abusive and I don't want to be slapped around for the rest of my life."
Silence on the other end of the line. "He's stopped with his addictions. And working him into a coma. The only person who will instill some wisdom in him is you."
"That's what they all say. I don't love him at all."
"Just go see him. I won't stop calling until you do."
Percy hung up on Harry, who called back.
Twenty two times in four hours, so Percy went down the Quidditch team's work out room at 4 a.m. Sure enough, Oliver was there pumping iron.
"Ollie you won't get that pain away by doing that." Oliver dropped the 150 dumbbell on his foot but starred at Percy like he was a vision.
"Then what do I have to do? This pain is never going to go away."
Percy leaned in and kissed him. "Does that help?"
"Oh God." Well one thing led to another.
And now Percy Arthur Weasley is not allowed in the English Quidditch Team's weight room
EVER.
A/N: Read and Review. No flames please!