Hello again! I only just realised that I had named the seeker James and that this was also the name of Harry's dad who was ALSO seeker! Thanks Renn for bringing it to my attention! And I call myself a Harry Potter fan, I am not worthy! In reality, he is named after my whippet like friend James who has flaming red hair and reminds me of a Weasley! Thanks to Renn and Roses of the Storm for reviewing so often, its SO encouraging and I always await your response to each chapter! I hope you all enjoy!
When Percy and Oliver arrived at The Dragon's Spleen, all of Oliver's team mates were already sitting and chatting around a very large table. There was an uproar when they stopped Oliver and Percy winding through the crowd to reach them. It was obvious to anyone who glanced at them that most of the team were already drunk. Seamus Finnigan was there as he was in a relationship with Simi, one of the chasers, and Percy's brothers Fred and George were there with Abi and Georgie. To everyone's delight, George was going out with Georgie, and it was at drunken times like this when that little piece of vaguely entertaining trivia provided hours of insane laughter and mockery.
"Congrats Perce!" Charlie slurred, raising his pint glass in a toast like fashion. Everyone else joined in but it was only when they came to gleefully down their drinks, they realised that there were only a few drops of precious alcohol left.
"Oli!" Charlie whined as he slumped his head against the wooden table, "be a sport and get 'em in!"
Oliver rolled his eyes and stood up. He took everyone's orders then turned to Percy.
"What do you desire my sweet?"
"Um," he glanced towards his brothers who were trying desperately to hold a drinking contest with no drink, "something non-alcoholic please."
Oliver followed his husband's gaze and gave Percy a wink as he disappeared into the throng of people, trying to find the bar.
"So Perce, how does it feel?" Abi asked kindly, scooting over to Oliver's seat so she could talk to him without screaming over the noise. She seemed to be the only one who wasn't completely sloshed so Percy was happy to hold a civilised conversation with her.
"It's a little strange to be honest, the morning sickness is a tad icky but at the moment I don't feel that different." Percy explained, smiling. He had always liked Abigail, she was the first person he met from the team and they instantly became very close friends.
"It must be so wonderful to be married and to be expecting a child." She sighed dreamily. "If only we could all be that lucky." She raised her voice to speak the last part, directing it towards Fred.
"What?" He yelled, although it was slightly muffled seeing as he had his lips suckered inside a beer bottle, the sight making the rest of the group fall about in hysterical laughter.
"I give up with him sometimes. Are you sure he wasn't adopted?" She asked, turning back to Percy. Percy laughed at the thought.
"That would certainly account for a lot of things but I'm afraid that he's a Weasley, born and bred."
At that moment, Oliver returned with eleven glasses balanced precariously on two large trays that he was holding above everyone's heads. An onslaught ensued as the glasses were frantically snatched from the trays before Oliver even had a chance to set them upon the table.
"So Oliver, have you been a cheeky little boy with our little Percy?" Simi chuckled, taking regular sips from her vodka based drink. Percy was feeling adventurous at the moment so decided to answer when Oliver turned a delicious shade of red.
"Well, he isn't exactly a little boy."
There was a great roar of laughter that erupted as Percy said that and Oliver choked on his drink. Charlie and Matt both leaned over with great difficulty to pat Oliver on the back. They were unable to right themselves so they fell onto the table top, unable to breathe, they were laughing so much. Percy was trying to hide his giggles in his glass which he had pressed to his lips, but it was clear die to his shaking shoulders that he was highly entertained by Oliver's stunned reaction.
"You know Perce?" Georgie spoke up, wiping tears of mirth from her eyes. "I have always envied you." She took a swig of her drink. "You're so lucky to be married and have such a bloody gorgeous bloke for a husband! He has a GODlike body and is an all round great guy!"
"HEY!" George cried out, turning to face his girlfriend.
"I said HUSBAND! The last time I checked we weren't married!" Georgie practically screamed. After that, George shut up.
"You know chaps, I really REALLY feel like going for a good 'ol dance!" James spoke up for the first time that evening, swiping his long, flame red hair from his face. There was a hearty agreement from the group. Oliver turned to Percy.
"You up for it Perce?" he asked kindly.
"Well, I'm kinda tired and it is pretty late." Percy said reluctantly, not wanting to disappoint his husband.
"Of course of course Perce, we'll go home and go to bed." Oliver smiled his kind, loving smile that only Percy ever saw.
"WOO! Going to show young Perce that you really AREN'T a little boy huh?" Roared Matt. Oliver blushed as he glanced at Percy and Percy simply grinned sheepishly.
I'm so sorry this was so short, I have had VERY little time to write today! I hope you liked what little there was! Please please please PLEASE review! Thanks!
