Hello, sorry I haven't updated for a few days, had a bit of trouble with this chapter, it ends rather differently from my others, please tell me what you think!
At this precise moment in time when we join the Weasley-Wood household, it is quarter to two in the afternoon and Percy is zooming around the three story house in a wild fury, trying to utilise every second left before his family arrived, to make the house seem respectable. Oliver was getting quite frantic as it was surely not healthy for his pregnant husband to be as active as he so obviously was. However, no matter how many times Oliver shouted and pleaded for Percy to sit down, it seemed to encourage him to work faster and with greater zest than it was previously thought possible for a man in his condition. Oliver gave up on the diplomatic approach when Percy started to wipe clean the feet of the chair legs in the kitchen, so, instead of trying to reason with Percy, he moved quickly to his husband and lifted him up as if he were a bride.
"What are you doing Oliver! Mum's going to be here in ten minutes and if she sees this place in a state she will never let me live it down!" Percy hollered as Oliver easily carried the screeching red head into the living room where he put him down standing up. Percy proceeded to scowl at Oliver with lightning flashing in his eyes.
"For God's sake Perce, calm down." Oliver stated calmly, cupping Percy's flushed face with his surprisingly soft and gentle hands. "The house is spotless and to be honest, I don't think your dear sweet mother is going to care about the cleanliness of our chair legs after we tell her."
"Tell me what?"
Oliver whipped round to face the doorway and Percy stepped out from behind his husband. Molly Weasley was standing at the door, surrounded by her family. Her husband Arthur, her first two sons Bill and Charlie, her twin sons Fred and George, her sixth son Ron, and her daughter Ginny.
"Mum!" Percy called happily as he ran forward to grip his mother in a bone crushing hug. "It's so good to see you all, thank you for coming."
He stared, in a confused fashion, at his older brothers Bill and Charlie. "What are you two doing here? You're supposed to be in Egypt," Percy stated in a managerial tone, pointing towards Bill, "and you're supposed to be in Romania!" He said in the same tone, mimicking the action, this time towards Charlie.
"Well, Mum said that she had an inkling that we all ought to be here, so, here we are." Bill explained with a brotherly smile on his face.
"So what do you want Perce?" Ron asked, giving his brother an awkward hug, he had never been comfortable hugging his brothers, even when they were small children, Percy could never really understand why. He just wasn't a very intimate person.
"Well, we should wait for the Woods to get here." Percy said nervously, walking back to stand next to his husband who wrapped an arm lovingly and securely around his shoulders.
"Alright dear." Mrs Weasley said kindly, smiling her familiar motherly smile that made her such a comforting figure to all of her children and to every friend of the Weasleys.
"Please sit down, can I get anyone anything?" Oliver asked kindly, offering the comforts of their home to the Weasleys.
"Do you think you could put the kettle on dear?" Mrs Weasley asked politely and sweetly.
"Of course! Anyone else for tea?" Each of the Weasley children and both parents agreed to the offer of tea and Oliver scurried off to the kitchen to prepare a large pot, enough for the Weasleys and his own family when they arrived. Percy appeared in the kitchen a few minutes later with a sad, almost tearful look on his face. He instantly moved for his husband, wrapped his arms around him and buried his head against his shoulder. Oliver instinctively took hold of Percy tightly and comforted him.
"What's wrong Perce?" Oliver asked softly, resting his head on Percy's, moving one hand to stroke his silky red locks.
"I don't want to tell them Oli." He muttered. Oliver sighed. Sometimes he could never work out Percy.
"Why not? Are you worried about what they'll say?" Oliver asked patiently, intently listening to what his husband said next.
"Well, I know that Dad won't mind, his own brother got pregnant when he was twenty and he was completely fine with that, and Mum, well, she'll just be ecstatic to realise that Perfect Percy's going to provide her with her first grand-child."
Oliver could tell that Percy was smiling with pride into his shoulder.
"It's just, the rest of my family. Bill and Charlie should be fine, they're pretty open minded, but the twins, Ron and especially Ginny, I don't know about them."
The smile was gone.
Oliver tightened his grip around Percy's waist in a gesture of re-assurance and spoke soothingly to Percy.
"If I know the twins, they'll think this is great because they will see it as an opportunity to tease the heck out of you, and Ginny, she's a lot more grown up and tolerant than I think you give her credit for. Remember when you told them bout us? She was probably the most accepting, she thought it was amazing remember? She'll be nothing but happy. Ron, to be honest Percy, I don't know. But if Ron's against it, I'm positive he'll be the only one."
Oliver applied a little pressure to Percy so he was moved slightly away from him, but Oliver didn't let go. He saw a slight smile play on Percy's lips which forced Oliver to beam.
"That's better, now, do you want tea?"
The smile widened and Percy nodded in acknowledgement. Percy could never fail to be content whenever Oliver was smiling like a child. He always seemed to make everything alright. Oliver gave him a swift kiss on the forehead and returned to the matter in hand of making tea as Percy sat at the table. After a few minutes, there was a knock on the door and Oliver grinned as he went to open it, knowing exactly who would be standing on the other side.
"Mum! Dad!" Oliver cried as he threw his arms around his parents.
"How've you been Oli?" His Mother, Sarah asked as she was invited inside by her eldest child. She had the same coloured hair as Oliver and she was short, like Mrs Weasley.
"Brilliant Mum! How about you?" At this point, his accent thickened again.
"Ah, alright, where's Percy?"
"Hello Mrs Wood, Mr Wood." Percy greeted them politely, waling through from the kitchen. Percy received a hug from Sarah, and a handshake from Peter, Oliver's father who was very tall with the same deep brown eyes that Oliver possessed.
"Now Percy, Sarah and Peter remember!" Peter scolded Percy with a waggle of his finger and a smile. Percy laughed and apologised.
"I'm sorry. Please come through, my family is already here."
The Woods entered the living room and greeted the Weasleys whilst Oliver and Percy returned to the kitchen to fetch the tea.
"Ready?" Oliver asked with a kind smile as he picked up the tray carrying half of the mugs, the tea pot, the milk, and the sugar. He had refused to let Percy carry anything heavier than the mugs. They could have used magic to levitate them but they were always in danger of being spotted by their paranoid neighbours. In their first week of living there, there had been many inquires into their housekeeping, for example, how could their vacuum cleaner have been working without anyone using it? Muggles could be so ignorant.
Percy took a deep breath as they stood outside the living room, giving Percy time to prepare. Percy made the first move and entered the room, his hands quaking slightly with nerves. As soon as he could, Percy bent down and placed his tray on one of the small marble tables that resided in several places throughout the room. Oliver mimicked the action and decided to serve the tea as Percy would probably have dropped the mugs, his hands were shaking so much. When everyone had their mug of steaming tea, Percy went to stand in front of the large mediaeval fireplace which was the focal point of the entire room. Oliver went to stand next to him, wearing an embarrassed and now, slightly nervous smile. Percy was wringing his hands together and was refusing to look up from the floor. He was obviously running through his little speech in his head.
"Perce?" Oliver asked softly, laying a comforting hand on his husband's shoulder, bringing him out of the trauma inside his head. Both families were staring intently at the two, Mrs Weasley and Mrs Wood were both noticeably worried. Oliver wrapped one of his arms around Percy and gave him an encouraging smile, his big brown eyes shining with encouragement and support. Percy took a deep breath and stated to speak.
"Mum, Dad, brothers, sister, Sarah, Peter. Oliver and I have something to tell you."
Molly Weasley looked sick with worry.
"Well, we've been together for about two years now and well, something slightly odd, but very special has taken place. Mum, Dad, Sarah, Peter," Percy took another deep breath and closed his eyes tightly. "You're going to become Grand-parents."
Percy snapped his eyes open after a few moments of complete silence and looked desperately around the room at the shocked looks on their family's faces. Molly was the first to react. She burst into tears and ran to her son, pulling him into an unforgivable embrace and she was soon joined by her beaming husband.
"Oh my baby, I'm so proud of you!" she wept into her son's shoulder.
"Cool!" came the joyous exclamation from the twins who ran next to hug their brother. Ginny had tears in her eyes and proceeded to break down into a similar state to that of her mother's. Bill and Charlie joined the hug and now the only one left, was Ron. He was sitting on one of the sofas, a very stunned look on his face. Oliver stared pleadingly at him, asking silently to support his brother. Ron sighed, stuck a smile onto his face and moved to hug his brother. Oliver smiled and invited over his own parents who were also very tearful.
"Congratulations son! You've got the same influence over this young man as I have over your mother, cant help but get them pregnant! You're definitely a Wood!" Oliver's father yelled as he took Oliver into a headlock.
"Thanks Dad!" Oliver answered laughing, not really knowing how to respond to something like that. "Ow!" Oliver yelped as he felt his neck close to snapping point as his father gripped tighter.
When Percy was eventually released by most of his family, his mother didn't want to let go, she was still clutching onto his neck, sobbing un-controllably into his shoulder. Percy was crying too, but they were silent tears of joy that his family had been so accepting.
"When did you find out Percy?" Ginny asked with a shaky voice, wiping her eyes with a handkerchief Bill had conjured up for her.
"Yesterday." He answered, his mother eventually letting go. Percy held out his hand wearing a tear filled smile and Oliver instantly took hold of his husband and went to stand next to him, a stupid grin plastered all over his face.
"Hmmm, I wonder if a little Weasley-Wood would inherit Mr Woods uncanny talent for Quidditch, or our dear brother's brains?" George pondered, stroking his non-existent beard.
"Red hair or brown hair?" Fred added, mimicking his twin's actions.
"Blue eyes or brown eyes?"
"Freckles or no freckles?"
"Pasty or tanned?"
"Gay or straight?"
The last remark came not from the twins, but in a bitter, harsh tone from Percy's youngest brother Ron, who was standing away from the smiling group, arms folded across his chest.
"This is sick!" He spat as he stormed out of the room and slammed the front door behind him.
Everyone stood, stunned at what had just occurred.
Good? Not good? Please tell me before I continue, I want to know what people want to see. I was thinking a bit of intimacy between our loving couple in the next few chapters! Anyway, please tell me what you think of my ideas and the way I'm heading! Thank you!
