I'm big, I got blue hair, and I'm BACK! Hi everyone! (I hope you enjoyed the slightly altered Aladdin quote!) Thanks for all of the reviews! T'was very exciting to get the e mails when I opened my inbox! Thanks to Renn, Roses of the Storm, Slytherin-phantom-girl, numbah 14 and chrisproffitt. In answer to chrisproffitt's review, Ron and Harry aren't the main focus of the story so there wont be much of a mention of them but I will write another fic concerning their escapades! I have another story up by the way, it isn't slash but its got Oliver in it and if you like my writing style, it is VERY me! It's called 'Do I Love You'. Please look out for it! ON TO THE STORY!
Percy's heart was jumping up to his throat, pounding at his Adams apple with the shock from the arrival of the tiny, feathered messenger. Oliver gently placed his husband back onto the ground and opened the window to let the handsome owl inside. Percy untied the parchment from its outstretched leg and carefully unravelled the letter. Oliver leaned on Percy's shoulder to read with him.
Percy and Oliver,
I am thrilled to hear of your wonderful news and I must offer my congratulations. It is wonderful to think that two of my favourite Gryffindors have married and are expecting a child. We have never had a captain quite like you Oliver, and Percy, you still hold the record for being the most efficient Head Boy Hogwarts ever saw. I am sure that your child will inherit the wonderful qualities you both have. Thank you for the Christmas card you sent me, I am sorry that I have not been able to return the gesture but things have been very hectic at Hogwarts. It would be wonderful if you could pay a visit to Hogwarts and perhaps Oliver you could offer some advice to the teams here presently! Again I offer my congratulations and I hope to hear from you soon with news of how you are both doing.
With best luck and congratulations,
Minerva McGonagall
Head Teacher of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Percy rolled up the parchment when he was sure that Oliver had read it and told the owl that it could return and that they would reply later. It gave an official hoot and took off out of the still open window.
"That was sweet." Percy smiled as he set the letter on the hall table. "Could you close the window Oli? It's cold." Percy asked, an involuntary shiver jolting through his body from head to toe. Oliver instantly tugged the window shut and then wrapped his arms around his husband's waist from behind and lay his head on his shoulder.
"Do you want me to get you a jumper?"
"I think I can manage the stairs by myself." Percy stated, raising an eyebrow that Oliver couldn't see. Oliver let go as Percy moved to climb the stairs.
"I'd better get to practice Perce." Oliver sighed with slight disappointment, he was enjoying his day with Percy.
"Well go now and when you get back we can," Percy paused in thought and screwed up his face in concentration. Oliver let out a smirk.
"What?"
"You just look so cute." Oliver chuckled, leaning on the banister at the bottom of the stairs, gazing up at his husband. Percy paused.
"Right. Anyway, lets go out to dinner this evening."
Oliver's face lit up at the suggestion.
"Fantastic idea Perce! We haven't done that in ages! Be sure to be ready when I get back!" He exclaimed brightly, hopping up the stairs to give Percy a peck on the cheek before hopping back down and out of the front door. Percy smiled and shook his head in amusement as he continued his trek up the stairs to retrieve a jumper.
Much to Percy's annoyance, there were none of his jumpers that were warm enough to keep out the arctic breeze that was encasing his house. An idea hit him and he laughed at himself for not thinking of it before. He opened one of the drawers holding Oliver's clothes and he pulled out a big, fluffy red jumper with a quaffle emblazoned across the front. The red clashed furiously with his hair but he didn't honestly care, it smelt of Oliver and it was strangely comforting. He instantly felt warmer.
Percy padded downstairs again and tried to make a cup of tea without dropping the kettle. Seeing as the sleeves on Oliver's jumper came well past Percy's hands, he was finding it very difficult to actually handle anything.
Eventually Percy sat down at the kitchen table, his sleeve covered hands clutched around the steaming mug. He reluctantly took one hand off the gratifying heat emitting from the mug before him and he grasped his wand to summon the letter he had left on the hall table. He re-read it and summoned his quill from the pen-mug on the worktop and a piece of parchment from a draw behind him. He could have easily stood up and retrieved the items but he had warmed his seat and he didn't want to give up the heat. He bent over the parchment, rolling his right sleeve up to his elbowto write a reply to his former head of house.
Professor McGonagall,
Thank you kindly for the letter Oliver and I received this morning. It has been a wonderful occurrence for us and our families to find out that we are expecting a child. So far there are no problems whatsoever and the doctor seems confident that nothing shall go wrong anywhere along the line. There are many new developments in the handling of male pregnancies and they have provided me with a number of concealment charms for when I will be in contact with muggles. Oliver is doing very well and he is training hard for the upcoming matches and he is also very excited at the prospect of playing in the international tournament next year.
It would be wonderful to return to Hogwarts and I am sure that Oliver would be more than delighted to oversee a few Quidditch practices whilst we were there. How has the prefect team shaped up this year? Up to the exacting standards of my day?
Thank you again for your letter and I hope to correspond regularly with you throughout the next few months.
With thanks,
Percy and Oliver Wood
Percy read through his response a few times to find the non-existent spelling errors and thenrolled it up. He stood up and opened the window above the sink, shivering violently as a blast of icy air hit him. He called for his owl and within a few moments, his reply to Professor McGonagall had been sent. He returned to his seat in order to sit and drink his mug of tea, which, by now,should bejust the right temperature to gulp down.
However, in the few minute absence from his chair, his fluffy black and white cat had leapt up and was now revelling in the heat left behind by Percy.
Percy sighed with exasperation but did not have the heart to remove the sleeping cat. Instead, he decided to watch television for a while in the living room. On the way, he flicked the heating on in order to warm the cold house. Oliver would be freezing when he got home and Percy wanted the house to be hot and toasty in order to provide a haven for himself and his husband.
Although Percy would never admit it to anyone, he adored watching cartoons. He sat watching Wylie Coyote desperately trying to catch and eat the elusive Roadrunner using an assortment of ACME tools for over an hour before he realised that he really should be getting ready to go out when Oliver returned home.
Percy quickly showered and towel dried his hair so that it looked a little off the wall. Well, it looked very off the wall compared to what Percy usually looked like. He slipped into his ice blue shirt, the shirt that Oliver had insisted that he bought for the simple reason that it matched the colour of his eyes. He donned a pair of plain black trousers that were not too smart but not too casual. He searched his wardrobe for a suitable jacket and found a mid-thigh length, black jacket. He placed it neatly over his forearm, closed the wardrobe door and walked downstairs to await the return of his husband.
Well, I'm glad that I FINALLY updated! My holiday was GREAT and happy birthday to Abigail! I have an idea that may shock a few of you in my next chapter, I just hope that I can do the idea justice when writing it because I REALLY hope it will work! Please review, you are all SO lovely! xxx
