A short little fic and a more humorous one to compensate for my angst fest in Gravity Of Love and Naked Truths.

OLIVER WOOD AND THE GREAT SHOWER PHILOSOPHY.

" Hey Perce. Got a minute?"

Percy looked up from his position on his four poster bed, frowning at the burly brunette who was crouched over his trunk, yanking things out and chucking them carelessly onto the floor around him. Oliver knew he hated being interrupted when studying for an upcoming exam and wondered what warranted such a blatant ignorance of that known fact.

" Yes Wood?"

" I can't seem to find my favorite pair of jeans in my trunk. Have you seen them?"

Percy rolled his eyes. " It's laundry day remember. We put all our clothes down the chute this morning. I'm sure it went with all that stuff."

Oliver looked up from his trunk, frowning himself as he looked over at the redhead seated in the middle of his bed with the Potions book open in his lap. " You reckon that's where they went?"

" Positive."

" Sounds reasonable."

Percy smirked. " Sounds logical. The jeans were covered in grass stains on the knees and there was mud on the arse part."

" Which is your fault I might add Weasley," Oliver smirked, standing up and slamming the trunk shut on the way. " Not my fault you can't hold your ground in a tackle in a rugby match Perce."

" Well it's not everyday someone like me gets asked to stand in at the last minute and with no previous experience Wood." Percy muttered, hating the heat burning his face as he felt the blush rise in his cheeks.

Oliver just chuckled and moved round back to his bed as Percy moved his eyes back to the leather bound book in his lap. He had a lot to study over the long weekend and wanted to get a head start on everyone else in his year. The fact that the only one in his year was standing in his room right now was besides the point and made the objective mute, but the principle still stood as far as he was concerned.

Now, where was that page on mixing dragon's blood with the ink of a large...

" Perce,"

Great.

" What is it now Wood?"

" I was wonderin' if I could borrow something from you."

Percy simply nodded, not bothering to look up from his book to see where Wood actually was. " Sure. Just make sure you put it back in one piece and not wrecked."

There was a moment of silence. Then...

" But I need to ask if I could borrow something that..."

" Wood..."

" That may seem..."

" Oliver, listen I..."

" A little bit embarrassing but until..."

" WOOD!" Percy bellowed, looking up from his book. His eyes were blazing with such intensity and his irritation evident completely on his face that the Keeper was afraid to take another step towards the bed. " I don't care what you need to borrow from me right now so please just take what you want and leave me to study in peace."

Sighing the Prefect turned his attention back to his book and tried in vain to remember now where was the place he was meant to pick up from. Too many interruptions and he was liable to never be prepared enough for this upcoming test.

And then you mix the ink and the blood with a soluble solution that then needs to be added to a crystalized powder form known as...

Now what does he want ?

Percy felt Wood was watching him. Looking up once again from his book instead of expecting to see a brown eyed Scotsman looking right at him he got a view of a well sculpted arse cased in white briefs as Wood quickly unbuckled and yanked down his school trousers, then in quick succession followed the school jumper and shirt to leave the briefs as his only means of modesty.

" Just gonna grab a shower before lights out Weasley. Care to come with?"

Percy shook his head. Wood looked over his shoulder and smirked at the redhead before moving to his bed to pick up his shaving bag, towel and what appeared to be a pair of ratty old blue jeans and a white short sleeve shirt.

" See you in a few minutes Perce."

Percy nodded, not looking up from his book. " Sure. Later."

"You sure you don't want to change yer mind now?"

The red head looked up, frowning at the scruffy haired boy who was now halfway out of the room, wearing just a very tight pair of briefs that left nothing to the imagination and a towel and those jeans slung over one shoulder. If Percy didn't know any better there was a look of mischief in those puppy dog brown eyes that were looking at him so intently. " Change my mind about what?"

" Coming with for a shower before dinner. Great way to get warm and comfy before walking around a drafty old castle at night you know."

Percy raised an eyebrow. " Really?"

" Yes really! And besides, it's much better to shower with someone than on your own. Gets it done quicker."

Percy snorted. " Bullshit and you know it is. Now bugger off and leave me in peace."

But Wood instead turned on his heel and leaned against the door-frame with one broad shoulder, his arms folding across his smooth, hairless chest and his feet crossed at the ankle. The fading light from outside landed on the tanned skin of Oliver's abdomen in such a way that Percy could make out every single ridge of the firm and compact six pack, noting that despite Oliver's tendency to wax most of his body hair off he still left that little strip of hair that went from his belly button and disappeared lower and into his barely there briefs.

Not that I'm interested in guys in that way. Just noticing how fit he's gotten since taking up Quidditch again after the summer break. And has he always worn briefs that were so tight I could make out the outline of his cock? Didn't realize it was so big and thi...

" So wanna just do it with me already?"

Percy blinked. His gaze shot up from his musings of Oliver's hair trail and were wretched into spot with the amused glance from the Keeper's hazel orbs. Inwardly he cursed the heated sensation of a blush already forming on the ridge of his nose.

" Pardon?"

Oliver smirked and seemed to Percy's mind looking him up and down a little bit too slowly for it to be thrown off as casual. " Shower with a real man Perce my boy. Maybe learn a few things while your at it."

Percy's blush, it seemed, was getting redder by the minute if the higher temperature was anything to go by and the widening grin on the Quidditch player's pout was anything to go by. " I...I think I better skip it just for today Wood. Maybe next time."

" You sure?"

Percy quickly nodded his head and lightning quick turned his attention back to the book that was, thankfully now thanks to now feel the start of an erection firm up in his jocks, an exceptionally large one.

Oh the fuckin' irony...

" Okay then. But I'm holding you to your word Perce. Sooner or later I'll have you."

Percy was able to keep his head down until the door to their dorm finally closed and the click of the lock was heard. At then a very flustered and red faced Prefect dared look up from his book and look at the place where the Scotsman had been standing only a few seconds before.

I wonder if he actually means what he said.

" Of coarse not you dolt," Percy muttered, subconsciously giving his hard on a quick grope and adjustment before turning his attention back to the book. " Wood's just a playful guy who loves his innuendo. I've got nothing to fear."

Except that communal showers are scheduled for tomorrow morning and the Prefect bathroom is closed for repairs.

Percy's eyes widened, fear suddenly coursing through him as he was then made to realize the situation.

Oh shit...

TBC...