Hello! This is my second story and I decided to make it the sequel to Cravings. This is Percy/Oliver so if you don't like then don't read. Thank you to everyone who reviewed Cravings, it encouraged me to write another Percy/Oliver fic, well, a continuation anyway! This will be longer and I hope you all like it.
Thanks especially to FuzzyCat who suggested the writing of a sequel.
I unfortunately don't own Harry Potter but man I wish I owned Oliver Wood!
Oliver Wood and Percy Weasley had been married for two years. They lived in a huge mansion in the depths of the English countryside. Ivy trailed across the front of the six bedroom house and the garden was ablaze with colour. There was one solitary tree in the very centre of the vast lawn which held the most beautiful cherry blossoms you have ever seen. Oliver had bought it as a present for Percy when they moved into their new home. It wasn't very large yet but Percy nurtured it and every time he looked at it, he would be transported back to the day when Oliver proposed to him. The inside of the house was pretty simplistic on the whole as neither of them owned a great deal but the few precious items they did were kept in very special rooms. The most private would be kept in their bedroom for only them to see.
When we join Percy, he is sitting at the oak table in the old fashioned kitchen. Hops were hung from the low wooden beams that stretched across the ceiling and an aga kept the room warm in the winter. Rain was pouring outside, it was impossible to see out of the windows and Percy was cuddling their fluffy black and white cat called Witch. Percy was worried. Oliver had been at Quidditch practice in this awful weather and when he got home he would not likely be in the best of moods. Percy desperately wanted him to be in a good mood when he heard what Percy had to tell him. Percy hauled Witch off his lap which angered her greatly and she sulked off to find a warm spot in another room. Percy chuckled and walked over to the fridge to start preparing something to eat for Oliver to hopefully lighten his mood when he arrived home. He prepared an English Mushroom pastie and he had just popped it in the oven when he heard the familiar pop of his husband apparating into their main hall. There was a silence and Percy tensed up.
"Percy!" There seemed to be anger in his voice which Percy wasn't used to and it scared him. What had he done wrong?
"Yes Oliver?" He stuttered quietly as he crept towards the door of the kitchen. Oliver beat him to it and his head popped around the doorframe.
"I'm wet." He pouted, a smile finally coming to rest on his lips.
Percy breathed an audible sigh of relief and threw his arms around his soaking husband.
"I am going to kill you one of these days Oliver Wood." He muttered into Oliver's shoulder. He didn't see the contented look that grew on Oliver's face. Percy pulled away and walked over to the kettle to fill it up.
"You need to get out of those clothes."
"Anything you say sir." Oliver smirked, interrupting Percy, a mischievous grin appearing out of nowhere.
"Let me finish! You need to get out of those clothes and into something dry before you catch a cold." Percy continued without taking his eyes off the rising water level in the kettle as he filled it. Oliver pouted and left the room and Percy heard him racing up the stairs to the first floor of their three story house. He smiled as he realized that Oliver would never get angry. He just wasn't like that.
Ten minutes later, Oliver bounded through the house and came to an emergency stop by grabbing onto Percy's waist as he slid across the kitchen floor on his fluffy red socks. He nuzzled against Percy's neck and wrapped his arms tightly around him.
"Will you ever grow up?" Percy asked with a giggle.
"It appears not." Oliver whispered just before hoisting Percy up over his shoulder and carrying him over to the wooden table where he sat Percy on it and stood in between his legs.
"I love you Percy."
"I love you too Oliver."
Oliver pushed himself closer and claimed Percy's lips for his own and started to devour them. If Percy hadn't been sitting on the table he would have collapsed. Oliver never failed to make Percy weak in the knees. Reluctantly, Percy pulled away, causing yet another pout to grace Oliver's perfect face.
"Oliver. I have something to tell you." He said, becoming serious.
"Percy, what's wrong?" Oliver asked with concern brewing in his deep brown eyes.
"Oliver you know I love you. More than anyone in the world. But, well, in a few months you're going to have to share that love with someone else."
Oliver looked heart broken. His eyes were sparkling with unshed tears. He opened his mouth to speak but Percy pressed a finger to his lips and laughed slightly.
"You never let me finish." He looked deep into his husband's eyes.
"Oliver, we're going to have a baby."
I know it's short but I shall write more soon and this was just an introduction so I will wait to see if people like the idea and if they do I shall continue. Please review! Supashi-bo!
