Thanks everyone for helping me with my James Seeker/Chaser dilemma! I was getting so confuggled and my brain was fizzling! I now have a fantastic piece of Harry Potter trivia to share with my friends! Yay! Anyway! You know I could NEVER have killed Oliver, he is TOO GODDAM CUTE! On with the story! By the way, thanks for the reviews everyone! They're SO lovely!

Percy's eyes shone with tears as his gaze locked with Oliver's. That dream had been so vivid, so strange. So disturbing. He had lost Oliver and now, mere seconds later, he was staring into the eyes of the man who made him whole.

"Percy, are you alright?" the words came out in a hoarse rasp as Oliver fought the excruciating pain in order to speak.

"Oliver." Percy whispered, unable to believe that his husband was alive. Oliver pulled his lips into a smile, even though the slight movement made him wince. Percy quickly sat up on the bed, not once breaking eye contact. He slammed his hand against the emergency buzzer beside him and he beamed at his husband, still not able to fathom exactly how he was awake. Tears streamed down his pale cheeks and he placed a soft hand against his husband's face. Oliver screwed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth as Percy's delicate fingers brushed against the dark bruises. Percy pulled his hand away as if being hit by lightning and he panicked, stammering an apology.

"Oliver I'm sorry, I didn't think, I'm sorry, are you alright?" His eyes shone with concern and Oliver couldn't help but smile again, even if it was painful.

"It's okay Perce, honestly, you're fingers were cold that's all."

Instantly, Percy shoved his hands in his pockets to warm them up.

"Perce?" Oliver asked, trying to sit up. Percy gently laid a hand on his shoulder, which was thankfully unbruised, and urged him to lay down.

"What Oliver? Do you want something? Can I get you a drink?" Percy asked quickly, leaning down to be as close to his husband as possible without touching him.

"Well, a drink would be nice but-"

Percy had already leaped up to get a glass of water from the sideboard on the other side of the room. As soon as Percy had sat down on the chair by the bed, he held the glass to Oliver's lips and, with slight difficulty, he sipped a little at the clear liquid.

"Perce?" Oliver asked again, his voice slightly clearer thanks to the drink. Percy listened intently. "What am I doing here?"

Before Percy could even draw breath to answer, five medi-witches and wizards burst into the room, hurrying over to the bed to tend to the now conscious Quidditch player. Percy was pushed away by a rather impatient witch and Oliver was obscured from view once more. Percy took a seat on the other side of the room and tried to think of a way to explain what happened to his husband.

Percy sighed to himself and hung his head, staring at his hands that were clasped in mid air, his elbows resting on his knees.

He was so relieved that Oliver was awake and he couldn't help but feel elated at the fact that Oliver remembered who he was. Percy's mind drifted back to the dream he had woken from mere minutes ago. It had been so vivid and shocking. As Percy ran through the still clear pictures in his head, he realised, maybe the way that he reacted would be the same if he lost Oliver in the real world. The dead who dragged him down may have symbolised the pain and mental torment that could engulf him if Oliver was really taken away.

Percy shook his head vigorously to clear the images from his mind's eye and he fixed his gaze back onto the gaggle of people surrounding his husband. It looked as though they were suffocating him. They were casting spells and checking his vitals as they flustered about, constantly asking him about where the pain was. Percy was sure that at Hogwarts he never got this kind of treatment, and, now that he came to think about it, he had been injured much worse than this when he had first been playing in matches. Percy remembered painfully, the week when Oliver had been unconscious after being hit by a bludger. He smiled to himself when he remembered the groan that had escaped Oliver's lips when Percy had first gone to see him after he had awoken and informed him that he had collected all of his notes and homework assignments.

Oliver had never really liked mentally challenging work but, to Percy's initial surprise, he played a mean game of scrabble.

"Percy Weasley?" The impatient witch, who was now holding a clipboard, called out.

"Um, actually, it's Percy Wood. That's my husband." Percy answered, glancing over the short woman's shoulder, smiling at Oliver.

"Oh." She said, peering at Percy like he was some form of disease. "Oh." She repeated, not trying to hide the fact that she was disgusted by the entire concept. "So your, husband," she almost spat out the word, "seems to be awake and has full grasp of his senses." She raised an eyebrow and gave Percy a scathing look, her gaze flitting over his red hair and freckles. "And really all we can see that's the problem is the mass array of bruises. There seem to be no mental problems at all. Although he wants to see you." She threw yet another sickened look towards Percy and stalked off, slamming the door behind her. Whilst Percy and the witch had been speaking, all of the others had left so Percy was alone with his husband.

"She seemed happy to see you here." Oliver joked. Percy rolled his eyes and plonked himself down on the edge of the bed.

"Ah, she probably had a daughter she hoped you would marry." Percy said, closing his eyes, chuckling slightly. When he opened his eyes, he really saw for the first time how badly injured his husband was. The bruises that graced his face were a deep shade of purple and his eyes were slightly bloodshot.

"Oh Oliver." Percy sighed, a frown falling on his face. "I was so bloody scared."

Oliver fumbled around and found Percy's hand as he saw the worried look on his husband's face. He clasped Percy's hand weakly within his own.

"Why? You never thought I'd leave you on your own did you?" Oliver said quietly, grinning a lopsided smile towards his husband as he raised an eyebrow. Percy returned a shy smile, Oliver had almost made him feel ashamed of doubting that he'd wake up.

"They told me what happened. God how bloody stupid was I?" He snorted, speaking to the ceiling. "If Matt and Charlie couldn't catch those bludgers what the hell made me think I could?" Oliver sighed, a stupid smile on his face. He couldn't help it. He was glad that he was awake and with Percy. Being with him could make Oliver smile no matter what happened. Also, Oliver did genuinely feel like a prat, but his smile was ever so slightly nervous. He felt bad for causing Percy so much worry. He had seemed petrified when Oliver had woken up facing him. What had he been dreaming about? All Oliver cared about was making Percy feel better and making sure that he would never leave him again.

"Percy?" Oliver asked. Percy let his head lop slightly to one side, awaiting the next few words.

"Can I have a kiss? It seems an eternity since I kissed you." He whispered, squeezing Percy's hand gently, turning his gaze to glance hopefully up at his husband. Percy grinned and carefully leaned down to place his lips to Oliver's. He didn't want to put too much pressure on Oliver so Percy was very tense. Oliver smiled slightly at his husband's reaction and pushed up against him, urging him to kiss him properly. As their lips moved softly against each other, their eyes closed in a silent relief. During this, the door to the room opened and someone walked quietly in.

Percy and Oliver were so engrossed in each other, they didn't notice that they had company. The two were so happy that they had the opportunity to share a kiss, they were making sure that it was simply beautiful. Percy's eyes involuntarily leaked a small stream of tears in supreme elation that he could feel his lips against Oliver's again. He had been petrified at the thought of never seeing his gorgeous deep brown eyes open, or feel his warmth ever again.

Oliver's bandaged arms lifted to wrap themselves around Percy's neck and urged Percy closer to him. Percy rested his hands either side of Oliver's head and gave Oliver the extra pressure that he requested.

"Aw, that's so sweet!"

Percy and Oliver broke apart and stared, with wide eyes in the direction of the excited cry.

Short chapter I know but I've been so uninspired lately so please dont eat me for writing a bad chapter! Hmmm, who is this mystery person? Why are they there? Have we seen the last of the annoying homophobic nurse? Keep reading to find out! Please, please, PLEASE review! T'is such a wonderful feeling to know people like each chapter. Tell me if I'm getting dull, I'll spice it up if so! Maybe I should take them to Mexico… please review!