After Oliver's rejection Percy threw himself into working. Working at the Ministry, working his way through life, working out how to get Oliver back.

The Weasleys became worried, the twins and two younger children thought it was just the usual Percy they'd seen back in the Hogwarts' days, a stickler for rules and wanting praise. Molly, Arthur, Bill and Charlie were disturbed because now a days Percy seemed a little manic. He was sloppier then he once was, stopped taming his curls and parting them, his look was more casual and less professional and all in all, so not Percy.

He met Oliver again ten months later on a warm may night, Oliver completely sober and Percy only slightly, he swore, intoxicated. Charlie and Bill were watching from the distance, having followed their little brother from the pub to make sure he got home ok.

Oliver had looked heartbroken when Charlie saw him. He'd only seen the boy a few times, on the quidditch pitch he'd always been determined and happy but the last two times he'd scene him the boy looked like he was suffering his own hell.

Percy wasn't really doing all that much better.

"Oliver, how are you?"

"I'm.. I'm good, thanks Percy" Oliver's voice wasn't as strong as the boy's body

"How's quidditch?"

"Great"

"Your family?"

"Doing well"

"Love life?"

"I'm sorry"

Percy pulled the bigger boy into his arms, feeling strong muscles wrap around his torso. Oliver's lips brushed his neck and he head a variety of words stream in a Scottish accent, all meaning the same thing.

"I'm sorry"

The two brother's left after that, didn't want to disturb the pair.

They found it was a good choice when their younger brother returned home a few days later looking more relaxed then he ever had before and back to the old proper and prim Percy Weasley. No one really found out what went on between the two but whatever it was, it was a good thing.

Because Percy suddenly became happy again, it wasn't a slow process like it should have been, like the rift between the two boys should have gone, it was fast, like Penelope suddenly entering the scene.

That night was suddenly the best thing to ever happen to them

Author's Notes: Ok, I'm so sorry but I couldn't keep the whole depressive thing going because my week has been too good, really. The new boyfriend, Phil, is the sweetest guy ever. Spent some time with him today and just... awww.

I've been too happy all week, haven't been sleeping properly but I've been hyper and really happy, and bouncing off ceilings, and getting up early, and not grumpy and just wooooooooo! I'll be depressed by Monday when I haven't seen him for three days but I got a couple of hugs and a kiss on the cheek so it's all good