Percy Weasley and Oliver Wood contrasted in many ways. Oliver was almost obsessed with quidditch, his determination towards winning the sport was alarming when you got him started talking. He was relatively tall, an inch over six foot and packed with muscles. He had an athletic grace, chocolate coloured eyes with matching hair and was surprisingly shy when caught on his own but immensely loyal to those he knew. He worked hard for victory and pushed his team as far as he could. He knew it drove them to detest him at times but the smiles when they won, the way they all grouped round and hugged each other, him, that was worth it. He was proud of his boys and girls, they were almost a group of children to him, especially Potter, the snitch catcher extraordinaire.

His roommate was almost completely opposite. He had fiery hair, pale blue eyes, pale skin and an array of freckles that seemed almost impossible to count. He was taller then Oliver by three inches and was slender built. He was bookish and intellectual, the best wizard to graduate from Hogwarts for several years. He got his thrills from teaching other students and that was what he had in common with Oliver.

They both wanted to see their peers achieve things, live good lives, has the best of everything and were proud when the others strived.

Sometimes it got to them and they both found that it was a strain, they were emotionally drained and sometimes it showed. But after a while they realised that things didn't have to be that way.

During their sixth year the two realised they were similar, they had always been the only two gryffindor boys of their year and they'd always exchanged words and helped each other, even if they hadn't always called each other friend. That began to change however, when Oliver became rougher with the team. He worked them harder then he had before. After a few weeks or so, Percy's younger twin brothers, the infamous Fred and George, came to ask him if he knew what was wrong with the young teen. He was grouchy, bitter and often heartless in training, a stray bludger had knocked one of the chasers from her broom and it had appeared to the team that Oliver would almost order her to get back on and get back to training.

So Percy found himself asking the boy what was wrong. Oliver had taken one look at him, what he was about to say went forgotten and he'd hunched over, hands finding his hair as he let out a whimper. The mother hen in Percy that made him keep check of his three siblings currently attending Hogwarts called out to him and he found himself going over to comfort the boy.

The comforting went on for a few days which turned to weeks to months and was often returned. The two boys found that the first night of being home for the holidays that would lead to their seventh year turned out to be a very lonely night. Percy missed the muscular arms that wrapped around his waist and the warm breath against his skin when Oliver's handsome face nestled to his shoulder and neck. Oliver missed the warm weight of Percy in his arms, he was an anchor to reality.

Nearly two months later when the two met on platform 9 and 3/4's the two boys found themselves having to keep themselves in check, despite the urges that begged them to pull the other boy close. The said hello, asked how each other's summer was despite having written in depth to each other every other day. They shook hands, pulling each other into a brief hug for only a few seconds before bidding farewell to their parents once more and boarding the train together.

Oliver was pulled into a carriage with the quidditch team, his final year at Hogwarts, they talked about strategies and the likes, glad that Oliver had over come whatever it was that had made him colder and wondering but never asking what had been wrong and what had calmed him from it. Percy had been forced to brief the three years of prefects aswell as head girl, an acquaintance by the name of Penelope Clearwater, a raven claw he remembered.

So an hour and a half later he was glad to be able to leave the prefects to their duties and go find Oliver, his excuse was that someone would be needed to keep an eye on the twins and give Oliver a break for a while. Of course that was said as he took a seat next to the captain, the small space between them shortening as they each fidgeted throughout the journey till their thighs and shoulders were pressed together and they were too comfortable to try and make it look like they weren't desperate for the contact between them. The team noticed but nobody pushed it although Fred and George wrote the beginnings of an interesting letter home. They had a feeling there would be more to add later on through out the weeks.

To the boys it seemed like hours till they were alone, and in some ways it was, they hadn't been able to get back to their room till half seven that evening, having first seen each other at ten to eleven that morning. They'd been desperately lonely without each other despite Percy being with his parents and all six of his siblings that summer whilst Oliver had gone to a family reunion for most of the holiday involving at least thirty relatives he could name and more then twice as many who he'd never met before and would forget the names of within five minutes of learning them.

Alone in their dorm room, they'd taken one look at each, Oliver was by the door, Percy by the fire and they'd known that they were relieved to be finally together. Alone.

They'd somehow met each other in the middle of the room in a tight hug that almost had Oliver lifting Percy from the ground despite the height difference. Whilst their affection for each other had always been limited to hand holding and physical touch like being sat pressed together from ankle to shoulder, back to back or even with the other's feet or head in their lap, things had never been romantic. Their feelings had never been romantic... had they?

"Gods I've missed you, Perce, so much I've missed you" His words were quiet against Percy's shoulder and he was talking quickly, speech slurred ever so slightly to give him the sounds of an accent. He'd always had an accent, how could he not, born in Yorkshire, grown up in Edinburgh, but his accent was deeper and huskier now from the emotion he'd been keeping pent up throughout the day. Percy had to admit, he wasn't surprised when the brunette had craned his neck and kissed him, it had only been a matter of time for one of them to do something like that and they both knew it.

But he knew that when they pulled away if he'd have said anything other then what he had said, he'd have known, and Oliver probably would have aswell known, that he was lying.

"Missed you too, Ol, more then you'll know"

Author's Notes: Woo, Back to college in the morning, shame eh? Anywho, Here's a new one up, wasn't quite as dark as I intended it to be although relatively along the same idea.

Hope you few folks who do read it like it, I know there's not a whole lot of people that read OliXPercy fics

For Golden Lass and Carrotd