This chapter is still a little bleh, it's not my best, but I'm actually writing with a plot, and I already have a few random chapters written, I just have to write the ones in between. Everything picks up and gets nice and slashy soon.
Chapter Three - Never Too Busy
(Percy's POV)
It was a nice autumn day. It was warm and sunny, with a soft breeze.
I was freezing my buttons off.
I was wearing and undershirt and boxers. Over that, that muggle thermal long underwear that they wear in winter. Over that, a T-shirt. And over that, my hogwarts school uniform.
Bundling up had becoe a part of my morning ritual. It had kept me somewhat warm, and it covered up how thin I truly was.
But recently, even layers of clothes and enchanted cups of hot tea couldn't do anything for the chill that had settled in my bones. Maybe I was getting sick, catching the flu or some other illness. Nothing to worry about, I told myself.
Like I said, it was a wonderful autumn day. There was a Quidditch game scheduled for a little bit after lunch, and my roommate and best friend, Oliver, was beside himself with the perfect weather we were having and the good flying conditions it would provide. We were on our way to Potions, and he was gushing about Quidditch as usual. Not that I minded. I wasn't interested in Quidditch, but I liked his enthusiasm.
"So are you coming to the match?" Oliver asked me.
"I don't know, I might go to the library," I answered.
"Yes, of course," he sighed, lookingt a little hurt. I stopped walking.
"Perhaps I'll take lunch in my room with a few books, and get some work out of the way then so I can go to the match afterwards?" I suggested.
"I don't want to upset your learning time, Percy..." he told me. I held up my hand to quiet him.
"Nonsense. I'm never too busy for you, Oliver," I smiled. Soon Oliver's face broke out into a grin as well.
"Let's go to potions. I don't want to make you late, Mr. Weasley," he laughed, slinging his arm over my shoulders and leading the way to the dungeons.
Author's note: There it is! And so the story begins. Review pwetty pweeze sad eyes How can you say no to that? I'm so damn adorable. God, I'm so self-absorbed. Oh well.
