Title: Staring Down the Sun
Author: Writingpuck
Rating: Mature
Chapter: 1 out of ?
Disclaimer: If I owned the series, we would've ditched Harry and started focusing on Percy long ago. The song lyrics are from the group Third Eye Blind, from the song "Blinded."

Author's Note: After working on my favorite Percy pairing (Percy/Tonks) for quite some time, I decided to give my roots a shot, and post a new Oliver/Percy. I hope you guys enjoy! The song lyrics are in quotes.

Chapter One: "All the Damage We Have Done Now To Each Other"

Pale limbs mingled with tanned strong ones, in a dance of dominance and submission. The taller boy drank in the other man's lips, pushing and shoving and wanting. A crescendo was heard, as well as a gasp from behind. A caw of confusion drew their attention, and Percy swiveled his head, cold dread asserting that his boss was in fact gawking from the other end of the alley.

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Percy Weasley's pale hand shook as he gazed fixedly at the return address of the letter. It read, quite clearly, Oliver Wood. The redhead wasn't sure if he was shaking out of fear of anger, really.

He'd told Oliver not to write. He'd told him not to floo, not to "swing by," not to come into contact with him at all. Percy'd told him things were as over as something that never began could be.

And yet here indeed was a letter, addressed to Percy Ignatius Weasley, c/o The British Ministry of Magick, with Oliver's name as the return address. The assistant Minister had half a mind to "incendio" the paper right then and there.

What had Oliver been thinking? He knew Percy could get fired, he knew it.

Coldness spread through Perce at the thought, numbness reaching up to his ears and back, making him unaware of his fingers opening the envelope. Fired. Percy couldn't fathom that. He'd given everything for this job, and there was no way he was about to lose it now.

The piece of parchment on the inside smelled of sweat and wood…or perhaps that was just Percy's imagination, gone wild with nerves.

I know you said not to write. And I wouldn't, if this wasn't important.

I'm getting married, but I need to see you first. I need to know you're okay with it.

The wedding's on the second weekend in April, and I live in the same place as before.

Please.

-Oliver

A dispassionate frown crossed Percy's face, and he placed the letter into a pile of documents to be magically wiped and shredded later that day. He had no intention of leaving to visit the man, even if it was only practicality that prevented him from going. Percy'd never missed a day of work in his life, and he most certainly wasn't about to dash out on the office in the midst of a war. No, he would stay comfortably in the office of the job he had worked so hard to protect, slowly climbing the ladder to power.

Numb, Percy was unable to notice the water cascading from his eyes, and he cursed the idiot for thinking he could interfere with everything he'd worked so hard to build up.

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Frowning severely, Percy gazed from the handwritten address to the home up in front of him. It looked different than he'd remembered. Much different. Then again, Percy had never been to Oliver's home and had only seen pictures of it when Oliver showed them off drunkenly at a Ministry-sponsored Quidditch party.

Even now Percy wasn't sure why he'd come. The pale boy had promised himself that he would stay put, lodged at the office. And yet when an injury put him off work (raids were dirty business, and Percy wasn't even going to pretend that he was the best at dueling) he'd found himself striding into the floo portal with Oliver's address flowing from his lips.

He strode up the drive, years of strict control preventing him from smoothing the sides of his dress pants. He hadn't made it more than a few feet, however, when a man clad in blue robes with the Puddlemere logo on them was chased to the front of the house-styled mansion. He was laughing, and another man in similar dress was beating him with what looked like a large fork. They went at this for several minutes before looking up and seeing Percy. The men seemed a bit startled at first, but waved the tall boy over none-the-less.

"Oi, Barbeque's in back mate!"

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