The next day Bonnie and Percy were followed around by whispers. Everyone had heard that Percy was the lucky sod to be friends with Oliver Wood and no matter where either of them went, people where whispering.

"He's the bloke that Wood came to see.. you know, Arthur's boy.. Patrick or something"

"She works for Weasley.. no, not him, his son.. yeah.. Can you believe someone as fit as Oliver would visit him?"

Percy took it all under his stride, ignored what was said and went about work like normal, Bonnie however, found it hard to keep herself from clawing a few people's eyes out.

When Oliver arrived, dead on twelve thirty, people were back to whispering. Oliver waved it off with friendly smiles till he reached Bonnie's office and let out a sigh.

"Heya, how are ya today?" He moved over, knocking on Percy's door but kept his eyes trained to brunette secretary.

"Oh, not bad, thanks. You've got tongues wagging though" She smiled, looking towards the corridor as Arthur came around the corner. Sadly at this point, Oliver was also paying attention to the new arrival and forgot to move away from the doorway. Percy came out almost running and it was mere seconds before the two were sprawled out.

"Why does this only happen when there's people around?" Percy half laughed and quickly stood up, blushing slightly as Arthur and Bonnie laughed. Oliver shrugged and after Arthur handed a file over to Bonnie, the two men were gone. Bonnie burst into laughter again.

"So.." Oliver grinned from across the table "I hear there's rumours going around about that guy.. what's his name.. Arthur's lad. Did ya know that there's a studly quidditch player visiting him nearly everyday?" Oliver cracked a grin as he leant forwards in a conspirital fashion. Percy sighed loudly.

"Yeah.. I heard that Patrick or whatever he's called is a lucky kid.. don't know what everyone sees in that broom flying guy myself like" Oliver aimed a kick at Percy's shin and the red head jumped, kneeing the table and causing their drinks to spill.

"Oh hardy har, jammy sod" Oliver grumbled playfully.

"What can I get for yo... Oliver Wood? Merlin! I'm your biggest fan" The pair looked up to see their waiter taking on a mood much like Sarah's yesterday. Percy gulped slightly whilst Oliver faked a grin.

"Wow? Really? That's great! Hey, could we get a pot of tea?" Oliver brushed off the comment, everyone he met seemed to be his biggest fan now-a-days.

"Oh sure! I'll talk to the boss, You can probably have it free" The waiter scurried off and Oliver heaved a sigh, picking at the edge of the table. This was the first time anyone had actually recognised him since they'd started eating out together.

"Wanna go somewhere else?" Percy covered Oliver's hand and the quidditch player looked up and shook his head.

"Ah, no point.. we're already here and all that" Oliver offered him a smile and the waiter returned with a man they presumed was the manager.

"Sorry about the wait! Here's your tea, free of charge" The man smiled before extending a hand "So, I'm Jim Uney, the owner of this cafe. What do you think of the place, Oliver?" Oliver blanched for a moment, looking round.

"Ugh.. it's really great"

"Can I quote you for that?"

"Well.. I don't see why not..."

"Wow! Thanks, Oliver. You're a star, Ha ha! Merlin, I'm funny" The man walked off and the waiter stood there for a few moments till Percy cleared his throat.

"Right, well... let me know if there's anything else you want, gentlemen"

"Well... that was strange" Percy glanced at Oliver who busied himself in pouring tea.

"Aye.. it's always the same though" Oliver put a cup in front of Percy and then poured his own.

"So.. What's say we spend Saturday just kicking back, you and me like old times?" Percy wondered if that would cheer Oliver up and it seemed to work as the keeper smiled slightly.

"Like old times... that'd be great" Oliver's smile widened and he took Percy's hand giving it a squeeze. It was a shame though, he really wouldn't mind spending the day together as more then friends, not like when they were back at Hogwarts.

"Will there be chocolate frogs?" He quirked a brow.

Percy laughed "Of course".

"Alright then, you can have me for Saturday"

"Oh! I'm honoured!" Percy dramatically grasped his chest.

"Have I told you that you're a sod lately?" Oliver kicked him under the table again.

"I don't think you have.." The two laughed and Oliver pulled out a menu, he supposed they ought to eat, Percy was on his dinner break after all.

They ended up choosing sandwiches, Oliver even helped himself to part of Percy's claiming he was still growing, despite no longer being a teenager. Percy pointed out that if he continued to eat that way then he'd be growing into a new size of pants as opposed to anything else he could grow into.

Needless to say Percy had several bruises on either shin when he got back to the office.


Author's Notes: Ok, BreathingFlames, I want my fudge! LOL.

I've decided Oliver's going to be a little less perky when it comes to his public, poor hassled Oliver. Enjoy!