Hey hey! Thanks again to everyone for reviewing! On the Harry/Draco/Ron side, I probably won't include much more of that in this story but I may write an accompanying story to go with this one, telling you all about how Ron sets about capturing his man! I will try and make it a happy ending for everyone involved so no Draco or Ron fans will be upset. I'm a sucker for a happy ending! Anyway, after this chapter it's back to the Percy/Oliver focus with maybe a mention of the Ron situation a little later on. Enjoy! And by the way, I can't wait for the new book to come out on Saturday! Woohoo!

The atmosphere in the house had completely changed when Oliver walked in from the garden. Everyone was chatting and Percy was talking animatedly with Ron. A small smile crept onto Oliver's face as he saw the two, closer than they had ever been in their entire lives. Oliver walked nearer and Percy noticed him.

"Where have you been you fool? You missed tea!"

"Oh no, my life will never be complete." Oliver chuckled sarcastically as he took his husband by the waist and kissed him lightly on the lips. Ron stood close, a red tinge playing on his face and neck.

"Ron told me everything." Percy explained, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. "I think you were right about Harry Oli, but Ron, if Draco really does love him, and he really loves Draco, nothing will ever change that. If that's true, just remember, if you love Harry, you may have to sacrifice your love for him."

Ron smiled sadly and nodded his head.

"Anything to make Harry happy."

Oliver tightened his grip around his husband's waist and placed his hand on Ron's other shoulder.

"You've got your priorities straight that's for sure."

A few hours later, after the usual conversations had finished and no-one really had much left to say, the families separated, leaving Oliver and Percy alone in their marvellous house.

"See Perce, it wasn't that bad telling them was it?"

Percy chuckled slightly, then, unexpectedly threw his arms around Oliver's neck and pulled him in for a soul searing kiss.

"What was that for?" Oliver panted when Percy finally released him.

"I've been wanting to do that all day." Percy replied, a flush creeping onto his face. His eyes darkened as they locked with Oliver's. "Did you know that whenever you're near either one of your parents your accent becomes even deeper and sexier than usual?" Percy asked seductively, planting feather light kisses over Oliver's neck and jaw line. Oliver simply moaned in response. Percy smirked and dragged Oliver up to their bedroom by his hair, pausing on the way to occasionally give Oliver another enticing kiss. Once the door was slammed shut behind them, they would not see the light of day until around seven o'clock the next morning.

Around seven o'clock the next morning

Oliver groaned as he slothfully re-joined the land of the living. He rolled over to wrap his arm around Percy, only to find a cold space on the bed where his beautiful red haired love should have been. He frantically leaped out of bed but was spared the panic when he heard from the bathroom the same retching noises from the morning before. Oliver flopped back onto the bed. He threw his forearm over his eyes and fumbled around with the other to find Percy's pillow. He grasped the comfortable material and pulled it over his head, trying to block out the noises his husband was making. He hated having to watch Percy emerge from the bathroom, pale skinned and tearful, and he had only seen it once. This would carry on for a while and all Oliver could do was wait and offer words of comfort that would fall on deaf ears. Who would listen to Oliver in this kind of situation? He didn't have to go through it. He had only been sick once in his life and that was enough to make him want to drop dead on the spot, so he could only imagine what Percy must be going through. Oliver took a deep breath in and his senses were filled with the smell of his husband. The unmistakable shampoo he used contributed to the mixture that made up Percy Wood's scent. It filled Oliver with incomparable joy to say that name in his head. Percy Wood. Of course, he was still a Weasley through and through but the fact that Percy had chosen to officially take Oliver's name had meant the World to him.

Oliver heard the click of the bathroom door and within a few seconds, Oliver felt Percy's head falling against his chest.

"Are you alright, or is that a stupid question?" Oliver asked, taking the pillow off his head.

"That's a stupid question." Percy mumbled as he talked into Oliver's well toned chest, the vibrations of his speech causing Oliver to giggle involuntarily. Percy didn't notice.

"Shouldn't you be at Quidditch practice?" Percy inquired, lifting his head slightly off Oliver with the greatest effort to look at him.

"I'll take today off and spend it with you." Oliver replied, laying his head back, moving a hand to fiddle with Percy's hair.

"No Oliver, go to practice. I'm not being held responsible for you being kicked off the team and with the World Cup coming up you're going to need to be in the best of shape." Percy explained. He was right. Now Oliver was on the England Squad, he needed to attend every practice. "And if you get kicked off the squad, where will the money come from, we're going to need money, especially now we're going to have a new addition to the family."

Oliver beamed with pride and moved the hand not twiddling Percy's hair to the small of Percy's back.

"I suppose you're right. Is it okay if I get up?"

Percy moved heavily off Oliver and simply slumped back onto the bed next to his husband. Oliver nimbly leaned over to give his husband a quick peck on the lips before he hopped off the bed and conjured his Quidditch uniform onto his body.

"Bye Perce, I'll be home as soon as possible."

Percy lifted his hand lazily and gave Oliver a small wave and smiled tiredly. Oliver returned the smile and wave and apparated to his training ground.

Percy continued to lay on the bed, not able to move. All of the muscles in his stomach and back were aching due to being sick and he was tired also thanks to his and Oliver's antics the night before. Percy smiled to himself as he recalled the events. Oliver always made him feel special.

After Percy had mustered enough energy, he hauled himself off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and lethargically removed his dressing gown that he had thrown on when he rushed to throw up. The room gradually began to fill with steam and Percy tested the water for temperature. It was practically scolding hot and it was perfect for Percy. He had always had either boiling hot showers or freezing cold showers, no one really knew why, not even Percy himself. He stood, a statue for several minutes, just letting the water pummel his back and wash fluidly over every inch of his body. He let his head flop back and the water washed all shape out of Percy's hair as it gradually turned a darker shade of red and heavily clung to the side of his face and the back of his neck. Eventually, he decided to lift his heavy arms and he started to clean himself of any trace of sickness and also, of the remaining evidence from the previous night. After half an hour, the water began to cool as the tank emptied. Begrudgingly, Percy turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel in the process, wrapping it around his tiny waist. As he opened the door to his bedroom, the steam bellowed out around him and Percy was hit by a barrier of cold air and his wet form started to shiver slightly. He quickly dried his body and wrapped the towel around his hair. As to get warm as soon as possible, he clothed himself completely before drying his hair. He found his wand on the top of his chest of drawers, laid neatly, parallel to front of the wooden piece of furniture. He muttered a drying spell on his hair and it was instantly dry. It didn't look too perfect but Percy didn't really care, he wasn't planning on seeing anyone today apart from Oliver, his owl Hermes and his cat Witch, so only they would know what he looked like and to be quite honest, they wouldn't really care. Percy stepped into his slippers and trudged off downstairs to get something to eat, his slippers causing a light flipping sound as he pattered down the stairs. The rest of the day went very slowly. He spoke to his doctor on the phone to make an appointment at the hospital for the following day, and he spoke to his mother for a while before turning his attention to preparing dinner. As Percy glanced out of the window in front of him as he chopped some carrots up for a soup, he noticed that the sun was out and the ground was completely dry from the thunder storms of a few days previously. His cherry tree was standing strong and it looked radiant as ever, the delicate flowers swaying slightly in the gentle breeze that was blowing. Over the next few months, his tree would grow, just as his baby would grow. With that, he absently started to rub his stomach, whispering,

"Thank you Oliver."

So, still want to read this sappy dribble? If so please tell me! I won't obviously be doing a day by day account of the pregnancy, that would take much too long, I'm doing every day for roughly the first week and then it will be at important intervals, right up until the happy day! Sound good? Sound not so good? Tell me what you think! Next chapter, Oliver tells his team-mates the good news! Thank you for reading and please review, it's really encouraging for people to recognise what I'm doing, and even applaude it! I feel so special! xxx