It's noweightmonths later, and we're about to leave for Harry and Draco's wedding. This is how I came to my comclusion that I suck at relationships. Well, that I did suck at relationships. I've come to the conclusion now, that none of them were right for me. Oli's in the next room, I should probably go get him.
"Oli," I call up the stairs to the level ofour flat with our bedroom. "We need to leave, we might be late."
"I'll be down in just a second," he calls down.
I huff and sit on the sofa to wait for him, careful not to wrinkle my dress robes. He walks down the stairs and I'm caught in the ellegance of him. He's wearing silver-blue dress robes, like myself, with black slacks, a cream shirt, and a navy waistcoat that perfectly accents his slim figure. I can't speak. He coughs and the trance is broken. "Wow, Oli, you look great," I mumble, suddenly aware of my lack of any muscle.
"So, do you Perky."
He draws me close and kisses my neck. I laugh. "Oli, if you start, you'd better finish, and I don't think Draco's be too pleased if I kept his best man from his wedding."
"You're right. Shall we go, then?"
"Yes."
We join hands and apparate to the back yard of the Burrow. Since Dad became Minister, he's fixed the place up, and there's now a rolling orchard behind the house. Hermione comes running up to us, her burgeoning belly making her hugs a bit awkward. "Thank God you're here! Draco's going into pre-wedding nerves. Oliver, you need to get up front NOW. Percy, dear, so good to see you, please take your seat. Everyone else is here, except for my darling LATE husband." Her gaze locked somewhere behind us. "Oh, there you are, you useless sod. Get up front, and I'll let Siri and Sevknow the ceremnoy can start now, oh, and I need to tell Ginny to start the march."
The three of us look at each other and then at the frantic pregger woman, and decide it best not to get in her way. We sprint for our places just as Ginny starts the wedding march and Sirius and Severus begin escorting Harry and Draco down the aisl that's lined with sprigs of mock orange.
In a blur the two are suddenly kissing, and I'm crying. When did I turn into such a sap? The receptionstarts soon after, and Harry and Draco, Oliver and myself, Ron and Hermione, and Sirius and Severus are the only ones on the floor. Oliver whispers in my ear, "Percy, exactly what do you feel for me?"
"I don't know," I whispered back. "The word love isn't strong enough for what I feel, and lust doesn't cover my feelings. Some emotion that is as yet untitled. One that makes eternal love look like a passing flame."
Harry and Draco pass us by, and I think I see Harry passing something to Oli. Suddenly none of us are dancing, and Oli is on the floor, on one knee and holding out a silver band to me, "Percy, will you do me the honour of being my husband?"
I'm crying again, and the tears have blocked all words from my tongue, I simply nod, and pull him into a searing kiss. He slips the ring on my finger and grins. Harry and Draco embrace us, grinning along with us.
"Well, Oliver, I think you're stuck with him forever now." I'm not sure who shouted it, but I don't care either.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he calls back, and I grin. "Just me and my Perky."
For once, I don't care that he's used impropper grammar. And then comes the question I've been dreading ever since Draco heard Oli's pet name for me.
"Hey, Oliver, why is it Perky?"
I groan. "He made me watch that Muggle movie Pocahontas back when we were in school. And I told him that his character change was like the little pug dog's. And then I realized the pug's name was 'Percy'. And I made the comment that by the end of it, he was rather 'Perky'. And it stuck.
We all clinked champagne glasses and drank a toast to each other.
A/N: Okay, so I lied. I said trhe explanation for the name would be in chapter four. Oh, well. Oh, and, Lady Blue Wolf, I hope you like the explanation. It was going to be something different, but I liked the idea of using Pocahontas. So, hope you like! Ciao, darlings!
