After a hard day of training with the rest of Puddlemere United, Oliver was grateful to return home, even if he had skipped his shower in his haste to find some comfort. His duffle bag hit the floor with a thud that meaning his quidditch equipment had had a nice jostle but was most likely left unbroken. He made a quiet noise in the back of his throat as he noticed his housemate was sat on the sofa, feet curled beneath him and nose buried into a book.

As usual.

"Come on then, Ol" Percy chuckled and placed his book on the table end, feet moving to the floor and arms extending. Oliver's lip quivered for a moment before he moved towards the red head, burying his face into the other's shoulders and wrapping his arms around the slighter form. Percy smiled to himself, pressing a kiss to the man's hair as he slid his own arms around the quidditch keeper and pulled him down onto the couch.

They stayed like that for a while, Oliver's head eventually moving to rest in Oliver's lap as the muggle radio was turned on. The pounding of drums quieted to signal that the song was ending an a new one came on. Guitars started the rhythm, soon followed by drum beats and finally a bass guitar. It was slightly haunting but at the same time, it was something you could dance to, the beat adding to the singer's voice. Percy began to sing along...

"I'm so glad I found this,

I'm so glad I did.

I'm so glad I found this,

I'm so glad I did"

Percy knew the song, he'd heard it numerous times and seen the band play live. They were a muggle band that had finally reached the airwaves of radio and TV, often described as a new dark disco sound, a new Joy Division, a new New Order. They were called Editors were known for playing a great set. The singer was down to earth if not a little paranoid about people trying to work out his thoughts. The guitarist was witty and sarcastic, the drummer was somewhat shy and the bassist was even more so then the drummer.

"People are fragile things you should know by now,

Be careful what you put them through.

People are fragile things you should know by now,

You'll speak when you're spoken to"

His slender fingers wove their way through Oliver's hair and he found that the other man was looking rather happy with himself, his previous scowl having been chased away. His eyes were closed and his lips were turned up slightly in a blissful smile, parted only slightly as he breathed. His hand strayed to Oliver's nose, gently tracing a pattern from the bridge to the tip and down to his lips. Oliver chuckled and kissed said finger.

"With one had you calm me,

With one hand I'm still.

With one hand you calm me,

With one hand I'm still."

Percy laughed and brunette pulled himself up as one would in a sit up before twisting to sit up besides his lover. His arm went around the other's shoulder and he found Percy didn't need words as he snuggled to the shorter man's side, head pillowed against Oliver's shoulder. Their hands met , resting on Oliver's thigh and for a while their fingers danced, twisting around each other before Oliver nudged Percy and distracted him, finally able to entwine their fingers.

Percy laughed.

"You win, Ol" Oliver chuckled, twisting himself slightly to press a kiss to the man's neck before brushing his lips over Percy's ear.

"Perce...?"

"Yeah, Ol?"

"Marry me?"

Author's notes:

So, this chapter is based twelve years after they've left howgarts and in the end of 2005 when in UK the law thingy for Gay marriages was made. Might go more into Oliver's and Percy's feelings in the next chapter. Enjoy