Tissue Warning! (only joking) beware, Oliver is being a gentleman in the end of this chapter.. on with the show!


When Saturday came, Oliver could have sworn he heard a chorus of angels singing. He kicked his sheets off and darted towards the bathroom, Percy had owled him his address and a time to come over, giving Oliver plenty of time to have a sleep in and get there. Oliver, not sure what to wear, settled for jeans that clung to his arse and thighs but were loose from the knee down. He'd also settled for a plain white t-shirt that stretched across his broad chest and shoulders, defining the muscles beneath. He'd pushed his hair into a tousled look, fringe cutting across his forehead in contrast to the rest of his hair.

He arrived on time at eleven and decided apparating to Percy's front door was his safest bet. Armed with a six pack of beer, he knocked on the door, only to find it being swung open before his knuckles could touch it for a second time. Oliver blinked for a moment before Percy grinned widely , Oliver soon returning it.

"Come on, Ol. Don't want the media seeing you" Percy chuckled, turning before Oliver could get a proper look at him. He left the door open, Oliver pushing it closed behind him before wandering down the small hallway where he found Percy stretched across one of two couches.

"Kitchen's through there" he gesture in the direction behind the couch, then to the coffee table nearby. "And look what I got" Percy pushed himself onto his elbows as Oliver strayed over, kicking his shoes off and pushing them under the coffee table with a few pairs of Percy's shoes. He grinned.

"Chocolate frogs, my favourite" Percy nodded, a smile on his features. He liked Percy like this, he'd noticed over the last few weeks that he was more comfortable with himself than he had been back at Hogwarts, it could be because he'd finally grown into better proportion. His hair was just slightly longer then it had been and he'd filled out, there were hints of some muscles in his frame, nothing like Oliver's but he wasn't as weedy as he used to be. Oliver pulled out two bottles, taking a glance at Percy. Percy was turned towards the TV, flicking through for a film or show, legs crossed at the ankles and looking completely at ease.

Oliver smiled, noting he still had the same freckles and gorgeous blue eyes, now visible behind wire framed glasses. Oliver moved through to the kitchen, putting the remaining drinks in the fridge.

"Oi, Perce, where's your bottle opener?" He turned to look over his shoulder, not sure why, but found himself smiling as Percy appeared in the doorway moments later and came up behind him. Oliver stiffened as Percy grabbed his hips.

"Shift, Ol, you're blocking the draw" Oliver stepped to a side and Percy pulled the draw open, grabbing the bottle opener before pushing it shut with his hip and reaching into a cupboard for a few various bags of food. Oliver followed him through into the living room, flopping down next to him on the couch. Percy put the bags down as Oliver pulled the caps off the bottles, setting one in front of Percy as he opened various bags of muggle snacks.

They ended up watching films for most of the day, at some point ordering pizza and take-out, aswell as Percy conjuring up butterbeer. By nine o clock Oliver found himself well and truly stuffed, allowing himself to sink back into the cushions, feet propped up on the coffee table. Next to him, Percy matched his posture, but Oliver was slowly beginning to feel uncomfortable, because Percy's arm was pressed against his and on the end of that arm was a hand he was dying to grasp. The alcohol wasn't helping much, he was more relaxed, if a little tired, and feeling rather jolly if he said so himself.

"I'm glad you came found me, Ol" Oliver glanced away from the film, it was a muggle romance or something about two gay cowboys who spent their lives hiding it, only meeting up once every few months. Oliver just stared at Percy with silent interest, Percy turned to him moments later and he blinked, noticing there was only a few inches between their faces. He just met Percy's eyes and gave a smile.

"I'm glad I did too, Perce. It's been too long since we actually talked" Percy broke out into a large grin and patted Oliver's knee. His hand stopped there and Percy broke the gaze, looking at his hand, a blush spreading over his features. Oliver smiled, letting his gaze follow before placing a hand over Percy's. His thumb rubbed across the side of Percy's hand and little finger before it turned beneath his and entwined fingers.

Oliver grinned, lifting their hands closer to his face. His lips brushed over their fingers and when he turned to look at Percy, he found he was already staring at him. Oliver shifted, bending his leg beneath him before stroking his hand across Percy's cheek with his free hand. Percy's head tilted into the touch and lips brushed his lips, a coolness seconds later confirmed the red head had touched his tongue to the skin there. Percy was still blushing slightly and Oliver found himself on the verge of one too. His hand shifted and his thumb brushed the skin beneath Percy's lip gaining a quiet noise from the ministry worker.

Oliver licked his lips involuntarily and leant forwards, edging towards Percy who seemed frozen to the spot. Their eyes were locked and Oliver found Percy closing his eyes as their noses brushed. Oliver let out a breath and carefully pressed his lips to Percy's. He could feel the other man shaking slightly as a hand came up to wrap around his shoulder. Oliver's hand slid to Percy's neck, thumb brushing soft red curls as the other man opened his mouth. Oliver followed the movement and let his tongue reach out to the head boy's mouth, carefully exploring teeth and tongue. They pulled apart and Percy blushed, Oliver ducked his head with a chuckle.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to do that for" Oliver's voice was soft and Percy saw him gulp, swallowing a lump in his throat.

"How long?" Percy let his own hand find Oliver's neck and pulled him into a kiss, nipping at his lower lip.

"Since third year" Oliver managed to get his words out in some coherence, despite Percy still having possession of his lower lip. He released it moments later with a chuckle.

"You have me beat then, since year five for me" Oliver smiled at Percy's giggle, letting his lips find Percy's again. He released his hold on the red-head's hand and let both hands slide to the red head's cheeks. Percy shifted, keeping the kiss going before his hands found Oliver's waist and the hem of his shirt. He made a noise in the back of his throat and with a tight grip, leant backwards, into the sofa, pulling Oliver down with him.

Oliver pulled away and let his lips brush Percy's, latching just above his collar bone. Percy shifted, pressing up against Oliver with a quiet groan and tug at Oliver's shirt. It was when he felt cold air against his now bare shoulders and chest that he came to his senses.

"Bugger.." He swore softly, pushing himself up onto his hands. Percy looked up at him in confusion, lips swollen , eyes dark and chest heaving. Oliver was almost ready to let himself just carry on.

"Brooms, Perce, I think this is going a little too fast.. it's nice and all... " He let his resolve slip for a moment, lowering himself down to press a kiss to Percy's chin. Percy tilted his head a fraction and found his lips again.

"Play fair now, Perce" He smiled at the other man, licked his lips out of habit at he let his forehead drop to Percy's shoulder. He could taste a variety of things, Pizza, butterbeer, chocolate, Percy...

"We need to talk about this" He pulled back, seeing Percy open his mouth. He quickly added "When we're both sober, mind you... I've wanted this far too long Perce, just, give me a day alright? give us both time to sober up and decide where this is going". Percy's hand found his cheek and ran down his neck till it reached his chest, resting just next to his heart. Percy nodded, pressing a kiss to Oliver's lips.

"Alright, Ol" He chuckled and Oliver was reminded of the butterbeer they'd both drunk. He hoped this was the right thing to be doing.

"Why don't you owl me tomorrow afternoon and we'll make some time eh?" He grasped his shirt from the floor and pulled it on, noticed Percy watching him with hungry eyes, even as he bent forwards to grab his own sneakers. He pushed himself up and Percy followed, apparently not quite as able to handle his drinks. Percy followed him towards the door, opening it for Oliver who stepped out but lingered by the door. They stood there for a minute or two, just smiling at each other till Oliver put his hand to Percy's cheek. He traced a small pattern of freckles before leaning forwards to kiss the other. Percy met him half way, and Oliver found himself being pulled back into the apartment. He pulled away laughing, managing to tug Percy back to the door. He grabbed the other man's hands, placing a short kiss to his lips. Percy chuckled.

"Does this mean I should apologize to Rita and tell her she was right?" Oliver furrowed his brows.

"Rita? Who's Rita?"

"Rita Skeeta.." He slurred slightly "She asked me on Friday if there was anythin' between us.. kept sayin' thin's" Oliver blinked, shrugging.

"Possibly. Night, Perce" He pecked the red head on the forehead.

Percy made a contented sound in the back of his throat.

"Night, Ol" Oliver grinned and pulled away, taking one last look at the slightly tousled Percy Weasley before apparating home.


Author's Notes: Tada!

Kisses! Fwee, I'm feeling happy but not hyper. So, I need to start writing the next few chapters, don't I. I've also got to write something for Me and my Baka, aswell as finish and type my new Work in Progress, featuring the lovely Bonnie, our boys, and the Weasleys

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