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Written for Advent Calendar, Perciver, and Writing Club, Trope of the Month, Deaged, Prompt 3. Chocolate frog.
Word Count - 546
Perfect
"Erm… what happened?" Oliver asked, glancing down at Percy.
George shifted in his seat. "I… well. There might have been an accident at the shop and Percy took the brunt of the… explosion?"
"And is there a… cure?"
"Well. I don't think it's permanent?" George offered. "Hopefully he'll be back to his normal self, erm, soonish?"
Oliver peered down at his suddenly very young fiance. "Soonish?"
"Erm… yeah."
Oliver sighed. Why did he want to marry into this family again?
…
Thankfully, young Percy was quiet and shy.
Oliver could only imagine what he would have done with a deaged George. It actually made him a little sad that Percy seemed so serious, when adult Percy was was far more relaxed these days.
"Do you want me to get you some toys?" Oliver asked the little boy as they walked through Diagon Alley.
Percy bit his lip and nodded at Flourish and Blotts instead. "A book, please?"
Oliver shrugged and led him over to the bookstore. "Go nuts, kid."
…
While Percy was looking at books, Oliver nipped over to the sweet shop and grabbed a few chocolate frogs. He was tempted to grab a few other things, but he knew how fussy Percy was about sweets even now so it was probably best not to chance it.
By the time he got back to the bookshop, Percy had chosen three books and was waiting for him patiently.
"Are those all you want?" Oliver asked, looking at the three.
Percy nodded, blushing lightly, and Oliver took the books to the counter.
"You ready to head home kid?"
"To… to the Burrow?"
"Ah. No, to my home. And… well, our home. You remember what George said about you being an adult really?"
Percy nodded. "Okay, so we're going to head to our house, okay?"
Percy looked a little unsure but he nodded regardless. "Okay."
…
Oliver put the tv on when they got back, smiling at the way Percy stared at it like it was something mystical. He supposed they'd both done that when they'd first bought it.
Deciding that a movie was probably the way to spend the evening, Oliver left Percy alone for a few minutes while he got a quick shower and then offered him the bathroom.
He shrunk some pyjamas that adult Percy didn't really wear and left them on the bed and then set to preparing some food.
It wasn't long until they were both on the sofa, with sandwiches and a pile of snacks, and some kids movies ready to play.
It amused Oliver immensely that this really wasn't an unusual night for them. It just so happened that Percy was about twenty five years younger.
…
Oliver blinked awake, feeling warm and comfortable. He was still on the sofa and the tv had a blue screen. It took him a moment to realise that Percy was stretched out on top of him, full sized again and snoring softly into his neck.
Oliver smiled.
As cute as mini Percy was, he was glad to have his fiance back. He wrapped his arms around Percy and shifted them slightly so he was a little more comfortable.
Percy mumbled against his neck before he settled and Oliver closed his eyes. This was perfect.
