Um, I can't think of much to say at the mo! I'll probably think of lots to say whilst writing so my end-notes will probably resemble a short essay! Thanks for the reviews and I hope you like this. It's all from Oliver's point of view and it's a bit longer than previous chapters.

He had no idea where he was.

All he knew was that there was a lot of noise and commotion surrounding him. For some reason, he couldn't see anything. Everything was black. He was also lying down. The first thought that hit him was that perhaps Percy was hurt. The second that raced through his mind, he tried to move, he wanted to find Percy, no, he needed to find Percy.

It was only when he felt two hands pushing down on his shoulders that the thought hit him that maybe he himself was hurt. It was odd. He didn't feel hurt. He only had an overwhelming urge to find his husband. He hated not knowing where he was.

His husband. Percy Weasley. That name filled him with a burst of warmth and joy. His mind started to wander back to the very first day he met Percy.

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He was a nervous little first year with a pudding bowl haircut, a uniform that was pressed and clean, and an overly aggressive obsession with Quidditch. He was standing on the platform at Kings Cross Station, his mother was smoothing down his hair and his father was loading his luggage onto the train. He said his goodbyes and after his fifth hug from his mother, he hopped onto the train, pressing his face up to the window, smiling and waving as his little sister ran excitedly after the bright red train. When the steam from the engine finally bellowed across the window, obscuring any view, little Oliver sat down on one of the comfy seats, his feet barely brushing against the floor. He was the only one in the compartment and the entire sensation of going off to school was only that second starting to hit him. He sat, thinking, wondering about the people he would meet, the things he would learn.

He was dragged from his thoughts by a commotion coming from the corridor. All of a sudden, the compartment door was flung open and another small boy fell in, slamming the door behind him. He was breathing heavily, he had obviously been running for a long time.

"Can I come in?" He asked in a soft voice, a few locks of flame red hair falling over his glasses which were clearly too big for his thin face.

"Um, yeah, sure." Oliver replied, his un-broken Scottish accent timidly whispering the words.

"Thanks." The other boy mumbled, moving to sit opposite Oliver. "I'm Percy Weasley." He said, holding out his hand. Oliver took it shyly and shook it.

"I'm sorry for bursting in like that, my brothers are chasing me. It's my first year." Percy mumbled, obviously he was quite shy himself.

"Um, mine too. Do you know which house you want to be in?" Oliver asked, trying to start a conversation. Percy's eyes kept glancing nervously towards the door but he answered and turned back to Oliver.

"Well, my Mum and Dad were both Gryffindors and so are my brothers."

"PERCY!"

The roar was accompanied by the tearing open of the compartment door, two tall red-heads bursting in, pouncing on Percy.

"Why'dya run off Perce?"

"We were havin' fun!"

"No we weren't." Percy muttered, his face flushing a brilliant red as he tried desperately to push his brothers off him. He turned his eyes towards Oliver and gave him a sheepish smile which Oliver returned, unable to keep a grin hidden.

That was the first time Oliver had ever seen Percy blush. He had always had the same reaction every time he had seen it since. It made him feel happy, as if Percy made everything around him glow when his face flushed.

Oliver and Percy became firm friends. They were the only two boys in their year who had been chosen to be in Gryffindor so they shared a dorm in the famous tower.

It was only after Oliver returned to school in their third year that he really noticed Percy. Over the summer, Oliver had gone through 'The Change' and he had come to realise that it wasn't girls who made his hair stand on end and his stomach churn uncomfortably. It was boys. At first, Oliver was repulsed by the idea, he didn't see it as normal.

As was the usual ritual, Oliver was sitting on his own in a compartment on the Hogwarts express. Percy would come and find him as soon as he had waved goodbye to his parents from the very end carriage of the train, and made sure that his little brothers were safe and comfortable. Oliver had been more nervous then than when he had been riding in the exact same compartment on his way to Hogwarts for the first time. He really should tell Percy what had happened to him. How he felt. After all, he was his best friend and he had a right to know what type of person he would be living with for the next year. Perhaps if he knew now there would be time for him to ask McGonagall to transfer him to a new room.

As the compartment door slid open, a beaming Percy stood there, slightly red from the run to the front of the train.

"Hi Oliver!" He grinned, coming to flop into the seat opposite again, as he did on every journey, the only difference was that his voice had become deeper.

"Hi Perce." He replied, a deep twang coating his Scottish accent. He tried to sound excited to see his friend, well, soon to be ex-friend.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked in concern. "You sound upset."

Typical Percy, he always nailed things on the head instantly and made no hesitation in getting to a solution of a problem as soon as it was humanly possible. Percy was staring intently at Oliver now, waiting for him to speak.

Oliver had never noticed the colour of Percy's eyes before.

It turned out that Percy knew many gay people, even some in his family. Oliver had been so relieved and had been close to hugging him except Percy's older brothers burst in before he could even move.

Oliver's thoughts sped through their third year and into their fifth. Oliver was Quidditch captain and Percy was a prefect. The year had seen Percy become even more a stickler for rules than ever. He hardly ever spoke, let alone smiled, which to Oliver, was a disaster. He had fallen in love with Percy's smile. In fact, by now, Oliver had fallen in love with the entire of Percy Weasley. His freckles, his eyes, his hair. God that hair. Oliver would have given anything just to touch it, to feel the silky locks flowing smoothly through his fingers. Silencing charms had come in very handy that year. Oliver had met Percy's younger brother, Ron who was no comparison to Percy looks wise, but he seemed nice enough. Also, Oliver had met Harry Potter. The Harry Potter and what's more, he was on his Quidditch team!

Oliver had been ecstatic that day, when McGonagall had brought the skinny little boy to him and presented him with the title of new seeker. He was even better than Charlie Weasley, and that was saying something. Oliver had rushed back into the classroom after being released by his head of house and he couldn't help but beam when he plonked himself back down next to Percy and his Ravenclaw friend, Andy. He opened his mouth to speak but was silenced by the lizard Quirrel was holding deciding to attack a girl in the front row named Rebecca . Oliver had to wait until later to tell Percy the good news.

That night, when Percy had finally finished his four foot potions essay, Oliver told him about Harry. Oliver was rewarded by the first smile Percy had cracked that year. His insides did a backflip and he was even more shocked when Percy stood up from his desk and came to sit next to Oliver, who was at that moment, perched on the edge of his bed. Oliver remembered the butterflies on broomsticks that were racing through his stomach as Percy offered his congratulations. He began to get quite animated, saying how he would owl his brother Charlie in the morning and how it would be wonderful to see Oliver win the Quidditch cup as captain. For the first time in his life, Percy seemed really excited. Oliver savoured that moment.

The next important instant that stood out clearly in Oliver's mind was their first kiss.

They had both left Hogwarts two years previously and he had received an owl from Percy suggesting that they meet up for a drink. Oliver was more than happy to agree to the idea and was soon sitting in a quaint little café in a park near Percy's house in London. After sipping on tea, the two, on Percy's prompt, had gone for a walk, twisting through the gravel walkways that had been artistically carved through the lawns and trees. They had come to a halt on a delicately carved wooden bridge and were leaning over the edge, gazing at the gentle waves flowing through the stream beneath them.

"I've missed you." Percy had whispered, almost inaudibly. Oliver had heard it though, he had heard it loud and clear, but his head had a little trouble processing the words. He turned towards the red head who had let hisgaze fall.

"Well, you know, I've missed you too Perce." Oliver replied in the same way. Percy turned his head to face Oliver, his sparkling blue eyes burning into his own brown depths.

"Really?" A timid voice asked, staring absorbedly at Oliver. Oliver stepped closer to Percy and they both straightened up, not once losing eye contact.

"Of course I have. I started missing you the day I said goodbye to you at Kings Cross."

Percy's eyes lit up and his lips parted, letting out an embarrassed sigh. Oliver closed what little distance there was between them until he could feel the slightly smaller boy's breath against his own. He smelt exactly as he had remembered him, only this time, he was not catching the trace of his scent as he had walked past him in a corridor after a shower. He had wanted to be here for so long, he had needed to be close to Percy, now he could think of nothing else but touching the one prize he had never won. Percy had closed his eyes and was breathing deeply, nervously. All restraint flew from Oliver's mind. He slowly, cautiously, raised a hand to rest against Percy's cheek. His skin was so soft, just as Oliver had imagined for so many years. Percy sighed again and leaned his head into the touch, nuzzling against it, just as a cat would. Oliver could not have helped what happened next. He closed his eyes and brought his lips mere centimetres from Percy's and nervously pressed them together.

Oliver had never felt this good.

The World was spinning around them, electricity was charging through his veins, the soft sweetness of Percy's lips had already become like a life forcefor Oliver and henever wanted to let it go. He feared that if he did, he would be torn in two. Percy had made no effort to pull away from himand he even seemed to be exerting a slight pressure against Oliver, their lips moving softly, slowly against each other.

And Oliver loved it.

It seemed as though an eternity had passed before they parted. There was a silence when Oliver opened his eyes and gazed adoringlyat the flustered red head who was still standing in front of him, his eyes softy lidded.

"I've wanted to do that since the beginning of third year. You know, on-"

"-on the train." Percy finished, opening his eyes. "So it wasn't just me?"

Percy and Oliver stood staring intently at each other for a long moment before Percy cracked a shy smile, andas always, Oliver was forced to copy.

Oliver was next dragged through his memories to their wedding day. It wasn't fancy, just held in a registry office with their close family present. Percy had looked amazing. A white shirt donned his back, it was fitted to perfection, Oliver had been sure of that. Dark grey trousers had hugged his hips and legs in just the right places. His bright blue eyes had shone like never before and Oliver could honstly say that Percy was happy, truly happy. He had drowned in the contentment that was swirling in his mystifying orbs. Oliver was not ashamed to admit that Percy was the most beautiful person in the entire world.

The second that Percy said, 'I do', Oliver's heart had exploded with ecstasy. He was finally there. Marrying the man whom he had loved since he was thirteen. His mother had been in tears and he can remember his father welling up before he threw his arms around his son. The Weasleys had made sure that the reception was the most memorable party in the history of the universe and all of their friends had filled an arc sized marquee, cheering louder than any fans at a Quidditch match in congratulations.

And here he was, not even sure of where 'here' was. Unaware of what was going on, who was around him, also, most upsetting to Oliver, unaware of where his husband was. He tried to talk and managed a quiet,

"Percy."

The noise around him intensified and he knew that Percy was involved in whatever had happened, why was there so much noise? Why couldn't he see the most important person in his life? Now he came to think about it, why couldn't he see anyone, or anything? He had no idea how much time had passed before it became quiet. He became vaguely aware of something brushing against his hand. He wanted Percy. He desperately wanted Percy. With every last ounce of strength he could muster, he opened his eyes as far as they could go and the world fell into a blurred focus. There was someone next to him, holding his hand. He only saw a faint blur of red, and as he lost consciousness, he knew who was there.

And he smiled.

"Percy."

Now is anyone able to enlighten me to the ages of Bill and Charlie when Percy and Oliver would have been in their first year? For the life of me I can't figure it out! (Maths isn't my strong point!) I'm trying to work out when each of them would have left and it's irritating me! Well what do you think of the chapter? I was thinking of writing a prequel to this and Cravings from when they were in school because I always wanted to write about what went on to make them so close. This is my tribute to it in this story so I hope you enjoyed it. The next chapter should follow the original story more, I just couldn't resist putting a flashback chapter in! Review please! xxx