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"Why would you do this to me?" Oliver asks, eyes wide as he stares at the offensive thing. "Might as well drive a bloody knife in my heart, Perce!"

Percy snorts, eyes rolling. Oliver gets the feeling his boyfriend doesn't understand the level of betrayal. If he did, he wouldn't be laughing.

"Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic?" Percy asks, shaking his head as he adjusts the scarf. "It's cold, and I would like to keep my neck warm."

"I don't even know where to start with why that is the wrong scarf. Wait. Yes I do! Why is it in the Holyhead Harpies' team colors?"

Percy gives him that look. Oliver knows it too well. In school, it was often followed by a sigh and a shocking amount of patience whenever Oliver was being… well… Oliver. He gives Oliver those looks less often now that they are adults, but still.

"I hate to burst your bubble, but you aren't the only Quidditch player in my life," he reminds him.

Oliver sighs. Of course he isn't. The Puddlemere versus Holyhead matches can be especially awkward. Once, Percy wore both teams' merchandise. Oliver is reasonably sure he made enemies on both sides.

"No, but I'm the cuter one."

"Tell that to Ginny."

Oliver winces. As much as he loves Ginny and admires her as an athlete, she's honestly terrifying. Oliver would sooner quit playing Quidditch for the rest of his life than even jokingly start a fight with Percy's sister. "No thanks."

Percy smirks like he's won. "Then I get to keep the scarf. Just pretend it's an ordinary scarf."

"It's the principle of it! I can't just pretend because I know the truth!"

Instead of responding, Percy just adjusts the scarf once more and starts walking, leaving Oliver to scowl after his retreating figure. His boyfriend may think he's victorious, but he'll soon realize how wrong he is.

Humming to himself, Oliver makes a mental note to buy Percy nothing but Puddlemere gear for Christmas this year. Then he'll have no excuse.