Something resembling a family
Chapter six
"I'm ready!" Draco announced from behind them where he was snuggled deep into Oliver's covers. Percy watched with barely hidden amusement as Oliver's otherwise frightenly cool eyes were attacked by streaks of panic.
"Eh- Just a minute, Draco!" he cried back, before hurriedly jumping on Percy, the panic in his eyes extending all over his face, making him look slightly manic, "Quickly, Perce, you have to help me!" he hissed in the other boy's face, "I can' tell a bedtime-story to save me life! You have to do it! Please!"
Percy raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "I don't remember it being me who was stumbling around drunk after hours last Friday and got landed with a detension, so I don't see how I have to do anything" he drawled, but reluctantly softened at the crestfallen look on Oliver's face, even though he didn't show it.
"B-but- but- I- I can't! Please, Percy! Please, help me! Ye know why I was drunk last Friday-"
"Don't!" Percy warned him darkly, before he said anything else.
"I'm sorry" Oliver mumbled, and looked down, "But please, help me out Perce, I'd do it for you in another situation, ye know I would!"
"Yes, I do know that. Fine" Percy said irritably, "I'll tell the boy a story... It's not like it would be a problem, really-"
"Oh cheers Perce!" Oliver breathed gratefully, "I owe ye, I'll make it up to ye, I will! You're the best!" he said and kissed Percy cheak hard, "I luv ye!"
"Hmpf" Percy grunted in embarassment, and shot a glance over Oliver's shoulder at Draco, "One more thing, where are you going to sleep tonight?"
Oliver gave Percy a surprised and at the same time falsely innocent look, "With you of course! How else can I make it up to ye-"
"Schh!" Percy hissed, "Oliver!"
The other boy chuckled, "Oh come on he's only six, he doesn't understand-"
"Just don't!-"
"Forget it- but what kind of question was that anyway, I always end up in your bed anyway... my bed could use a guest, it's starting to feel unloved..." he murmured sadly.
"You do know that you are talking about a bed, don't you? A piece of furniture?"
"Hush! She could hear you!"
"She?"
"I'm ready for my story now!" came the impatient voice of Draco Malfoy behind them, and it was already starting to sound whiney, Oliver noted, "Come on, he's getting restless-"
"You'll have to leave first, of course..."
"What? I can't stay and listen to the story?"
Percy favoured his pout with a stern look, and he immediatly surrendered, "Fine" he muttered and hurried over to the bed and knelt down next to it. "Hey Drac... Listen here... 'tis my good friend Perce, a'right? He'll tell ye a story, yeah?"
"Why can't you tell it to me?" Draco said in a small voice and pouted. Oliver felt something happy stir in the pit of his stomach and bit down on a lopsided grin, "I er... don't tell stories very well, okay? Percy's a great storyteller though... that alright?"
"Yeah, I suppose..."
"Yeah? Ye sure?"
"Yeah, sure"
"Alright... Good night then-"
Draco crawled up into a half sitting position and took the older boy completely by surprise by hugging him, "Goodnight!"
"Er..." Oliver said uncertainly, and cleared his throat, before awkwardly patting Draco's back a little, "Okay! Sweet dreams, yeah"
"Yeah!" Draco exclaimed happily as he let go of Oliver again and snuggled back into the nest of covers and beamed sleepily up at the other boy. Oliver smiled back before getting to his feet and walking towards the door. He paused by Percy and gave him a quick kiss, "Come down and get me when he's asleep, ey?" he whispered against the other boy's mouth. Percy only sighed blissfully in reply. Oliver smiled and walked out of the room.
TBC
