Hello everyone! Everyone In my family is fine after the attack so thanks for showing so much concern via e mail and reviews! I want to dedicate this chapter to everyone who died and was injured in the attacks and to all those who are mourning. This is a longer chapter so hopefully it will make up for the shorter chapters before now.
Percy woke slowly the next morning, his eyes fluttering to adjust to the light streaming in from the window that had been left un-covered all night. When he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he was able to see properly, and he came face to face with a gently snoring Oliver Wood. He had his mouth hanging open slightly and there was a string of saliva running from his mouth to his chin.
"Charming." Percy muttered, rolling his eyes, before begrudgingly slipping out from the warm, strong embrace. He untangled his long legs from Oliver's and sat up to throw them over the side of the bed. When Percy stood up, a wave of sickness washed over him. He clutched his stomach and groaned as he ran full speed into the en-suite bathroom. The door was slammed shut and this action caused Oliver to wake up abruptly, his eyes flying open as the sound jolted him from a wonderful dream where he was playing in their lush green garden with his three year old son. He heard retching sounds coming from the bathroom and noticed that Percy wasn't by his side as he ought to be. Oliver jumped out of bed in realisation and alarm and rushed to the door of the bathroom. He pressed his forehead against the cold wood and called through.
"Perce, are you ok?" His voice was shaking slightly as he had received a rather unpleasant wake up call from his obviously ill husband. There was no reply, only more retching. Oliver grasped the handle on the door and rattled it furiously, gritting his teeth with the strange notion that it might help him open the solid door. Alohamora wouldn't work on any lock in their household so Oliver resumed his initial position, this time, begging frantically for Percy to answer him.
"Percy please, what's wrong? Please let me in, I can't help you if you don't."
After a few moments of silence and extreme worry on Oliver's part, the door was gradually opened and Oliver was staggered to see that Percy looked even paler than usual. It had never occurred to him until that very moment that morning sickness would have set in on his poor husband. He should have realised seeing as his own mother had been pregnant three times whilst he was alive. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that Percy hadn't received food poisoning from the Chinese he ordered the night before. Oliver tried to lighten the mood.
"Jeese Perce, you look like death warmed up!" He said, laughing slightly, glancing hopefully at Percy to gauge his reaction. Percy was not amused. He remained before Oliver with his shoulders hunched, pupils dilated and breathing harsh. He all of a sudden pushed past Oliver with a sluggish, un-co-ordinated movement and collapsed face first onto the bed. Oliver stayed where he was and remained quiet, wanting in no way to anger the already peeved Percy.
"That. Was. Horrible." Percy groaned slowly, failing to suppress a small sob. It came out muffled seeing as he was talking into a three inch thick duvet which seemed to have cascaded around his legs, arms and head as he had fallen forward. Oliver couldn't help himself and he sat down next to Percy. He soothingly rubbed his back and gave Percy time to recover. Oliver was so grateful that Percy was going through this in order to give birth to their child. Oliver smiled secretly to himself at that thought. Their child. Oliver began to formulate a picture in his mind of which features their child would inherit. He hoped with all his might that it would hold Percy's freckles, Oliver adored them. They brought so much character and intrigue to his face when coupled with his cheeky grin and sparkling blue orbs which never failed to show so much emotion. Oliver hoped for chestnut brown hair. That would show, along with the freckles, that their baby was both a Weasley and a Wood. If Percy gave birth to a girl, she would have Percy's eyes as they were the most beautiful eyes one could ever encounter, and if it was a boy, he wanted to pass on his own deep brown eye colour. Percy had once told him that his eyes always showed how much courage he possessed and how he was a true Gryffindor. Oliver had never forgotten that.
Oliver was snapped out of his pleasant little daydream by Percy shifting below his hand in an attempt to get up.
"It's okay Perce. You stay there. What can I get you?" Oliver blurted out hurriedly. He realised that he ought to do as much as he possibly could to help seeing as he didn't have to carry their child. In fact, he was beginning to think that he would probably be quite useless, just like his father was when his mother was pregnant, always doing or saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. "No, I refuse to let that happen. I shall take him everywhere, do everything for him, I'll give up Quidditch! Yes, anything for Percy... Hang on, you're listening to yourself and not Percy, so shut up!"
"Oli? Are you listening?" Percy asked, slightly aggravated, he had obviously been trying to get Oliver's attention for a couple of minutes. He had even been pinching the hand Oliver was using to support himself.
"Sorry Perce, can I do anything to help? I'm sorry you had to get angry at me." Oliver stuttered after crashing back to reality. He flashed Percy a comforting and apologetic smile and leaned down to listen with utmost concentration to his love. Percy sighed and lowered his gaze.
"And by the way Perce… Ow!" Oliver muttered with a childish grin.
"I'm sorry Ol. I never meant to hurt you… much." He replied with an sheepish grin, his eyes filled with mischief. "And I've never been angry with you… Except that one time you sat on Witch." Percy recalled, frowning slightly as he remembered the incident when the delicate little cat was almost squashed by his husband's fat arse.
"That was an accident!" Oliver protested, pushing himself up on his hands to tower above Percy. The smaller, slighter figure let slip a giggle at the outraged look on his husband's face. Oliver couldn't help but let his lips be pulled into a mirrored smile. Whenever Percy was happy, Oliver was happy. Oliver leaned down and rested his forehead against Percy's. Percy had his eyes closed and was smiling contently. To Oliver he was beautiful. He shifted to place a soft, delicate kiss on Percy's pale, freckled nose and a content sigh fell from Percy's lips.
"Could you get me a cup of tea Oli?" He requested quietly, opening his eyes to gaze innocently up at his husband. Those eyes mesmerised Oliver for an instant and he realised that those eyes held as much love as was ever needed. Percy would never have to say 'I love you' again, so long as Oliver could stare into the red head's gorgeous blue eyes. In reply to the request, Oliver smiled kindly and nodded gently, placing another swift kiss on his soft, perfect pink lips. As Oliver carefully lifted himself off the bed, he saw Percy's head loll to one side, smiling lightly as he faded into a dream.
Oliver proceeded through the house to the kitchen where he began to embark on an important quest to make his precious Percy a mug of hot, steaming tea. Oliver chuckled as he busied himself with the kettle, remembering the day that he proposed. Percy had teased him with a cup of tea. It was strange, he knew. If he ever tried to explain to anyone they would most likely laugh at him and say he was crazy but tea would always be special in the Weasley-Wood household. As Oliver waited for the kettle to boil, he sat down at the kitchen table, shivering slightly seeing as he was still in his boxers. He noticed the cordless phone and was divided on whether to call his parents. He felt it was his duty but surely Percy would want to tell his first. "Oh now look Ol, you've gone and got yourself confused, well, it isn't hard is it, you were exactly the same in school. If Percy hadn't been there to help you, you would have been thrown out instantly." Oliver remembered fondly every time that Percy had baled him out on homework assignments when he had been training furiously for an up-coming match. One particular time was before the final in their last year at Hogwarts. After that match he had gone looking for Percy especially to thank him. Now that he came to think about it, he never actually did thank him.
Flashback
Oliver emerged from the heaving throng of bodies and searched around frantically for that familiar patch of flaming red hair. If it hadn't been for Percy, it wouldn't have been possible for him to win the Quidditch cup. He was already feeling on top of the World and seeing Percy, his secret crush, would make the day complete. Oliver finally spotted him by the changing rooms, grinning from ear to ear. Oliver ran full speed toward him and threw his arms around the beaming Percy. How he had longed for an opportunity to do that. He breathed in the scent of the beautiful red head who was at that moment enveloped in his arms. Oliver wished to stay like that forever. Percy had plagued his dreams for years and he had never been able to share anything but a brotherly pat on the back with his room-mate since first year. The truth was that he had wanted this moment even more than he had wanted to win the cup. Percy's small pale hands were grasped firmly around his back, clutching the robes Oliver was wearing and Oliver could gladly have stayed there for an eon.
"Well done Oli." Percy mumbled against his shoulder. Oliver was taken aback slightly, Percy had never called him Oli before. He hated being called Oli but it just seemed to sound so right coming from Percy. Percy obviously remembered his hatred of the name and pulled away quickly, his cheeks beginning to glow with the trademark Weasley blush.
"I'm sorry Oliver, I know how much you hate that." He muttered quietly, averting his gaze to anywhere so long as he didn't have to look directly at Oliver. He started to move backwards slightly. This was the last thing that Oliver wanted, he had suddenly become so close to Percy and he never wanted to let him go.
"No Percy! It's fine when you say it, I honestly don't mind." He exclaimed quickly, grabbing hold of the tops of Percy's arms, not wanting him to move any further away. Percy stared at him with big, naïve eyes. How could Percy not realise how he felt about him?
"Oliver?" Percy asked softly, a nervous jutter present in his tone. "You can call me Perce if you want." He watched Oliver with hope brimming in his eyes.
"I do want. And you can call me Oli." Oliver responded almost inaudibly, his thick Scottish accent coating his words with an air of promise and authority as he stepped slightly closer to the red head before him. Percy had just opened his mouth to speak when Oliver was jumped from behind by two of Percy's younger brothers Fred and George. Oliver's hands fell from Percy's arms and as Oliver was being dragged back to the mass of people, he glanced back to see Percy standing there with a sad smile curling around his lips.
End Flashback
Percy had always been there for him and now it was his turn to do something for Percy. Oliver picked up the phone, ignoring the fact that the kettle had boiled long ago. He drummed his fingers on the table as he let the phone ring on and on.
"Hello?" A male Scot answered the other end of the phone.
"Hey Dad!" Oliver chirped happily, his accent seeming to get thicker with every word he spoke; it always did when he spoke to his parents.
"How are you son?"
"Brilliant! Look Dad, could you and Mum come down and see me and Percy a bit later today?" Oliver asked quickly, trying to make the conversation short so no questions were asked now.
"Of course son. Any reason we should know now or should we wait to find out?"
How did his father always know when there was something going on?
"Um, you'll find out later. Can you be down for about two this afternoon?"
"Sure Ol, see you then."
"Great! Bye Dad!" and with that he hung up. He inwardly praised himself for forcing his parents to buy a muggle phone. He finished his self-congratulation and started tapping in another number. When the other end was answered Oliver spoke instantly.
"Hello Mr Weasley, Oliver here." He always knew that it would be Arthur Weasley who answered the phone, he was the only one in that household who would ever go near anything associated with muggles.
"Oliver my boy, how are you?"
"Very well thank you and yourself?" It was always wise to be polite to your husband's parents.
"Fantastic! Now what can I do for you?"
"Well do you think that you and the family would be able to join us for the afternoon?"
"Oh, certainly. Is there any particular reason?"
Oliver had to think on his feet, he didn't want to give anything away now, he wanted to save that for Percy to reveal.
"Um, well, Percy has been very tired lately and I think it would do him good to have a visit from his family."
"Excellent idea! When shall we be there?"
Oliver breathed a silent sigh of relief.
"Around two fifteen?"
"Perfect! See you then!"
And with that, Arthur hung up. He was always much too lively for his own good. He was probably over excited at the concept that someone had actually called him and that the muggle phone he owned had actually rung without him doing anything to encourage it. Oliver smiled to no one in particular as he realised just how wonderfully weird both Percy and his family were.
Oliver re-boiled the kettle and prepared the tea to take up to Percy, along with his favourite cereal and three rich-tea biscuits. Oliver pushed down the handle to the bedroom and forced the door open with his arse. Percy was sitting up in bed with the soft blue duvet covering his crossed legs, watching children's TV shows on CBeebies. Oliver placed the tray holding Percy's breakfast onto his lap, receiving a sparkling smile from Percy as thanks. Oliver lay on his side across the bed with his head close to Percy.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm watching the type of programmes the television companies are broadcasting to try and brainwash children with. It doesn't really make sense." Percy said absently, lost in his own thoughts.
"What doesn't make sense Perce?" Oliver inquired, shifting slightly as his arm began to turn limp.
"The fact that parents rely on these programmes to teach their children how to read and write. I would spend everyday with our child and teach them in the way which I saw fit, not the way according to Mr Griggs the talking mushroom." Percy exclaimed, getting animated over the subject, flailing his hands at the screen in aggravation as said mushroom appeared on the screen in a pair of bright red dungarees with a small blue bowler hat perched on it's "head". Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable Percy looked when he was worked up. The colour rushed to his cheeks and his voice was raised to a pitch that no man should ever be able to reach. Oliver sat up properly next to Percy and took his dainty chin in his left hand.
"Do you realise that you look even cuter than usual?" his thick Scottish accent came into play again. The already flushed Percy turned a deeper shade of crimson and smiled coyly. Oliver let out a deep, rumbling chuckle and moved his face to press his lips lightly against Percy's. His lips moved over slowly which rewarded him with a slight moan on Percy's part. Oliver wasted no time in deepening the kiss and his tongue moved lightly against his love's. Percy was the one to pull away, his breathing slightly laboured.
"I love you Oliver."
"I love you too Percy."
The two shared a loving gaze, deep brown eyes locking with ones of a crisp blue. Oliver lay down next to Percy as Percy let his head rest against the cushioned headboard.
"Oh yeah Perce, our parents are coming round in two hours."
"WHAT?"
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