Title: After the Quidditch Match (2/5)
Author: elgatoneun
Rating: PG-13 for slash
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Summary: So the second match of the season between Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff buoys up Oliver's hope that Gryffindor still has a chance at the House Cup.
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me.
Spoilers: Everything up to and including book 3.
Feedback: Would be appreciated
Notes: This takes places during Percy and Oliver's 7th year (Prisoner of Azkaban). I subscribe to the popular belief that Percy and Oliver are the only two seventh year boys in Gryffindor.
Oliver Wood was in raptures. He bounded gleefully up the stairs to his room.
Ravenclaw had beat Hufflepuff. Not just beat them, slaughtered them. Take that Diggory.
He thought back on Diggory's humiliation with relish. Poor bugger had been taken down by a woman. That saucy little Ravenclaw seeker had had him flying around in circles. She was a pretty little thing, but dangerous, half the Hufflepuff team had been panting after her. He was thankful that her feminine wiles wouldn't work on Harry; he was too young for that sort of thing.
Oliver barreled into his room causing the door to bang open against the wall loudly. He spied his dorm mate still asleep.
"Percy, get up you lazy sod!" He bounced onto his dorm mate's bed exuberantly.
Percy opened one eye at him balefully.
"Is someone dying?"
"No." Oliver grinned at him. It would probably amaze most people to know that this particular Weasley was not a morning person. It was just assumed that the responsible, rule-loving Head Boy would rise cheerfully with the sunshine. This was not so. Well, it made sense if one thought about it. Percy often took his studies and leadership duties so seriously that he was up until the wee hours of the morning.
"Is there some sort of disaster going on?"
"No."
"Then go away. Let me sleep." Percy shut his eyes and turned over on his other side.
Normally, Oliver wouldn't dream of waking Percy up. He was usually up at the crack of dawn, eager to start the day with an invigorating session of Quidditch practice. He respected his friend enormously and always tried to get ready quietly, so as not to disturb him. But not today.
"Wake up, I've got something wonderful to tell you!" He prodded Percy in the shoulder. Hm, no reaction, this called for drastic measures. Oliver stood up, grabbed the corners of the bedding and flung them off. Percy shivered and opened his eyes. He squinted malevolently up at his tormentor.
Oliver flopped back onto the bed, mission accomplished.
Percy sat up.
"Alright, what is so important," Percy yawned, "that you have to wake me up in such a rude manner?"
"We've still got a chance."
"What?"
"We've still got a chance at the Cup!" Percy looked at him as if he were daft.
"Come on, we've got to celebrate." Percy responded by lying back down on the bed. But no matter, Oliver knew he had already won. Percy was a blanket hog and needed the warmth to lull him back to sleep. This was something Oliver had learned over the past few weeks. Ever since their new sleeping arrangements, Oliver had learned several new things about his mate.
"So, get on with it. Take a shower and brush your hair. It looks an awful mess." Oliver knew that Percy hated looking anything else than perfectly groomed. It was all part of the neat, tidy, well-organized image.
"Not everybody can just tumble out of bed looking gorgeous," Percy shot back, clearly irritated.
"Yeh think I'm gorgeous?" Oliver smiled, honestly pleased at the compliment.
"Bloody idiot," muttered Percy, scowling when Oliver pulled the pillow out from under his head.
"That's bloody, gorgeous idiot, to you. Now get out of bed." Oliver demanded cheerfully.
After Percy had showered and dressed, grumbling the entire time, they went into Hogsmeade. They had a pleasant lunch and then gorged themselves on the various sweets at Honeydukes. Percy purchased several packets of Sugar Quills. Oliver attributed this to his dorm mate's insane oral fixation. He couldn't count the numbers of times he'd walked in on Percy; hunched over his desk, books open and parchment everywhere, sucking negligently on the writing instrument. That image often sent him into the bathroom for a cold shower.
Their last stop was a new store that had just opened in Hogsmeade. Oliver had discovered it on his last trip into the village. The moment he had seen it, he knew Percy would love it. And he was right. Percy had abandoned him as soon as they had stepped through the threshold.
Oliver walked around the shop, gazing at the various gadgets. There was a large assortment of appointment journals, various Magic Time Management books, and different sorts of enhancing potions, all the necessary items for a modern Witch or Wizard On The Go.
His gaze trailed to a pile of books in the discount bins. They were all copies of Gilderoy Lockhart's "How to Magically Organize Your Life in 7 Minutes" marked at 99% off. They were located right next to the aisle featuring Lockhart's line of Remembralls. There was a pink recall notice next to a particularly large multifaceted one. It promised to hold up to 128 different forgotten items that flashed different colors. Apparently too many people were having trouble distinguishing between turquoise and aquamarine.
Oliver spotted Percy standing in front of a huge rotating display of shelves. A saleswizard was next to him, promoting a variety of models. He walked over to them, ready to get Percy and leave the store.
"And that's not all. Each unit is independent but can also be integrated with any piece in the entire line. Each unit is expandable; it can organize books by author and subject. They shrink easily for mobility. There's a 48-drawer addition specifically made to hold the most common Potions ingredients. It's the latest in functional, modular space organization." Oliver glanced over at Percy, who stood there totally captivated. If it were anyone other than Percy, he would have suspected the saleswizard had performed an Enthrallment charm.
"Percy, we'd better go." The saleswizard handed the rapt young man a brochure.
"Thank you," Percy replied fervently. His reverential gaze sparking a new sort of interest in the handsome saleswizard. He leered at Percy suggestively.
"I'm off in about an hour, maybe we could …"
"Nope, sorry, we have to be going back to school now." Oliver interrupted irately, making sure to emphasize the last two words. The saleswizard dropped Percy's hand.
"That's too bad."
Percy looked confused. Oliver grabbed Percy's arm and yanked him out of the store.
"Of all the …" Oliver muttered angrily, "that wizard was old enough to be your father."
"What are you talking about?"
Oliver looked at Percy in disbelief; he was just too naïve for words.
"He fancies you, Percy. He looked like he wanted to shag you eight ways from Sunday, right there on the bloody shelves!"
"Really?" Percy looked absurdly pleased.
"I can't believe this. My friend is a pervert."
"Don't be ridiculous, Wood. It's just a bit of flattery. They have to be friendly. Besides, I would never … not with him anyway."
Oliver was incensed at Percy's dismissal of his words. He looked Percy straight in the eye. His gaze surely transmitted his own anger and jealousy. He watched as slow realization dawned.
Oliver moved forward and brushed his lips against Percy's. He pulled away slowly, only to be yanked back forcefully by Percy's hand around his neck. The next few moments were only about mouths and tongues melding together. Passion flared.
This was more powerful than the normal emotions that were engaged when they "fooled" around. Although they had been "sleeping" together more often than not, they had limited their physical exploration. A casual grope, a touch here and there, but neither of them had initiated anything more serious. But this, good Lord, where had Percy learned to do that? Oliver groaned as Percy did something with his tongue that sent shivers all the way down to his toes.
They finally pulled apart, breathless. Oliver recognized the lustful appreciative look on Percy's face from only a few moments ago.
"You were thinking about those shelves, weren't you?" Oliver smiled at Percy's telltale blush.
"Only a little … they were modular!" Percy exclaimed, as if that explained everything.