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"I'm fine," Percy says, but he isn't fine at all.

Oliver knows his boyfriend too well. Percy may be able to hide it from everyone else, but Oliver notices the tell-tale signs of sickness setting in. He sighs heavily and shakes his head. "Say, Perce? Remember that time I was a bit under the weather, and you dragged me to Madam Pomfrey because I insisted I needed to finish crafting my Quidditch strategy?"

Percy looks up from his notes. Oliver can't help but wonder if he somehow got so caught up in studying and stressing over upcoming exams that he didn't even notice he was coming down with something. Really, it sounds so painfully Percy. "Yes," he says, and he sniffles, rubbing his pink nose with a wince. "What of it?"

Oliver resists the urge to roll his eyes. Percy really can be quite oblivious sometimes. "If you don't willingly go to the hospital wing, I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you."

"But I'm not sick!" The words have barely even left his mouth before his slender body is shaken violently by a coughing fit. "Oh."

Oliver sighs. "Oh, indeed."

Madam Pomfrey fusses and frets, scolding Percy for not coming to her at the first sign of illness. "Really! You kids get so caught up in your lives. What would you do without your health? Hmmm?"

She doesn't give Percy a chance to answer. With a sigh, she pours a dose of Pepperup Potion and gives it to him. Percy states at it, his nose wrinkling.

"Don't even start," Oliver snorts, giving his boyfriend a teasing grin. "I've seen you bully all of us into drinking that shit. Your turn."

Percy shoots him a dark look before lifting the potion and swallowing it in one quick gulp. He gasps and pants, stream spilling from his ears.

"Much better. I just need you to wait here for about half an hour to make sure you're fighting fit," Madam Pomfrey says. She looks at Oliver. "Keep an eye on him please, dear."

"Yes ma'am!"

Once the Healer is gone, Percy slumps forward, heaving a heavy sigh. All signs of illness are fading, but he somehow looks even more miserable now. "I didn't even realize…"

"S'okay. I did," Oliver assures him.

"I'm so stupid."

"You are many things, Perce, but stupid isn't one of them."

Percy doesn't look so convinced. "But how did I not notice?" he demands.

"Because we don't always see things. But that's the cool part about being loved by someone." Oliver leans in, kissing his boyfriend's forehead, a quick, chaste peck to the skin. "You always have someone looking out for you."

Percy softens slightly, relaxing. "I love you."

"I love you too. No more studying tonight, got it? You need your rest."

Percy groans, but Oliver sees the hint of a smile playing at his lips. "Fine. But just for tonight."

"Just for tonight. I'll even be your sexy nurse and tend to your every need," Oliver offers.

"You're hopeless."

Maybe he is, but Oliver doesn't care too much. He is in love, and that means taking care of Percy and allowing Percy to take care of him. He wouldn't change that for the world.