A/N Thankyou for all the lovely reviews, I really appreciate them. This is Slash (although if you've got this far you've probably already realised!) and I realised I had forgotten a disclaimer. So, These characters do not belong to me, I am not and do not intend to make any money out of borrowing them, I don't intend any copyright infringement. I do it because I like them, and they're vastly underrated characters.

Angel Interceptor x

Part Two

They were woken by the shrill whistle of Percy's alarm clock.

"Shurrup," Oliver thumped the bedside table. The alarm endured a brief hiccup and a squeak before whistling even louder than before.

"That won't make it stop, you know," Percy mumbled, opening one eye. "That's what makes these things magic, their ability to keep going even when squashed."

"What if I make its entrails come out?" Oliver stared with some concern at the flattened alarm clock.

"It'll only whistle louder." Percy shrugged, "That's the beauty of the 'get-you-up-even-if-its-your-last-wish' alarm clock. It only stops when we get out of bed."

"And yet neither of us are moving. What happens if I throw it out of the window?"

"It bounces back."

"And what, may I ask, caused you to buy such an object?" Oliver, with some degree of difficulty and a lot of unnecessary grunting, was manoeuvring his way out from under the duvet.

"I think it was the minor possibility that Mum could catch us in bed together. That would probably cause a major heart attack and perhaps scar her for life."

"Only for life?" he shrugged, and pulled the duvet off Percy. "For someone who is so bloody anally retentive, you're a bugger to get up in the morning."

"I know…" he waggled an eyebrow suggestively, sitting up.

"Get your mind out of the gutter, Weasley." He smiled, peace finally reigning as the alarm clock shut up its infernal whistling, "It's morning. Time for respectability."

"I don't like respectability." Percy mumbled petulantly, pulling on a pair of pants.

"I'd never have guessed." Oliver was over by the mirror, staring ruefully at the red scratches up and down his back, "How on earth am I going to explain this away when I get to the gym?"

"Tell them your boyfriend did it."

"No fear. I like my job, thank you very much."

"Tell them your girlfriend did it."

"They'll want to meet her."

"Are you always this difficult?" Percy dropped a kiss on Oliver's shoulder. "Tell them you've got an over-active cat. Tell them anything. Tell them you had to pay for it."

Oliver grinned, and pulled a t-shirt on over his inflamed skin. "They'd never shut up if they thought I'd taken home a whore…"

Percy shook his head, taking a pristine duck-egg blue shirt from a drawer full of equally pristine duck-egg blue shirts. "They'd think you were a real man then."

"Oh yeah." His breath faltered as Percy kissed the back of his neck, his fingers sliding into the waistband of his boxers, before he pulled away, grinning.

"Funny how they're happy if you're picking up random 'ladies of the night', but the very idea of you falling in love with me is a completely alien concept."

"I suppose that's life." Oliver sighed, and leaned over to kiss Percy. "I think I'm going to leave my t-shirt on for training. Avoid the issue completely."

Percy shrugged, and sank onto the bed. "Maybe I'm not as complacent as you, but I'm not entirely sure that this is 'life', you know. We're not doing anything wrong. This is me – I've never done anything against the rules in my life! And yet here we are, skulking about and hiding in corners. We're secreting Percy and Oliver under the cover of darkness, and quite frankly I'm sick of lying to everybody. I'm bored of having to be the first person up in the morning so there's no chance that anyone could catch us…"

"I wouldn't mind getting up a little later myself, you know."

"Why do I get the feeling you're not taking this as seriously as I am?"

Oliver shrugged. "What can we do about it? It isn't as if we both stay over here very often anyhow. But to be perfectly honest, even if everyone did know about us, its not going to change public opinion is it? People aren't going to suddenly change their mind and think that it's ok for wizards to love each other…"

"Maybe somebody should stand up and make them change."

"Are you volunteering?" Oliver raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe I am." Percy sighed, and slipped his gown on over his shirt. "Come on, sweetheart, we'll be late for breakfast."

*

"You're both awake early, boys," Mrs Weasley yawned, and headed for the kettle.

"Nice dressing gown, Mrs Weasley."

"Thank you, Oliver." She shot a reproving glance towards Percy, "I'm glad someone noticed I've finally managed to get around to getting a new one." She smoothed down the lilac toweling, smiling happily.

"I noticed." Percy muttered, shooting a glance across the table.

"Oh yeah?" Oliver's foot lightly grazed Percy's ankle beneath the table.

"Sucker," Percy mouthed.

Oliver raised an eyebrow, 'Moi?' and promptly removed his foot.

Percy narrowed his eyes, "It's a lovely dressing gown, Mum," he ground out.

"More…" Oliver mouthed, waggling his eyebrows.

"Sometimes I hate you," he muttered.

"What was that, love?" Mrs Weasley turned round from the kettle.

"Go on Percy…"

"I said, let me make you breakfast, Mum."

*

"I'm a little concerned, Arthur," Molly was doing the crossword in her Wizard's Weekly summer special, scribbling every now and again to make the quill work.

Arthur, with the kind of excitement usually reserved for children on Christmas morning, was attacking a toaster with a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. "What about?" he muttered, closing one eye and peering in distaste at the crumb tray.

"About Percy." She licked her lips and reached for another chocolate digestive. "It's been almost a year since he and Penny called it a day, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of another girl in all that time."

"Well, you know Percy, love," Arthur helped himself to a custard cream, "in his best possible light; he's not the most personable of boys."

Molly nodded. "Mmmm, but I'm worried about how much time he's spending with Oliver. It's difficult for any girl to get a look in when those two are together; you can't prise them apart."

"I wouldn't worry Molly," Arthur smiled gently; "he's taken care of himself for a long time. He may not be the most sociable Weasley ever to grace the family photographs, but he's not unhappy. He has different needs to the rest of us."

Outside the kitchen door, Hermione raised an eyebrow. Different needs indeed. There was no girl alive who'd beat Oliver when it came to winning Percy's attention. And it was about time the Weasley family took their heads out of the sand and saw exactly what was staring them in the face.

TBC…