A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Word Count: 346
Warning:sexual innuendo
"Have fun at your sleepover," thirteen year old Nimbus teased. Oliver felt his face flush.
"It's not a sleep over," he mumbled. "I'm simply having dinner with an old friend."
"Potato, patoto," Nimbus stated with a shrug. "It's not like I don't know what adults do behind closed doors," she added. "Mum had that talk with me already."
"She did, did she?"
"Yes, right before she dropped me off to spend the week with you," Nimbus added, giving her father a pointed look. "She also said that you and Percy had history and I shouldn't ask questions. So... since two plus two still equals three, I put things together."
Oliver nodded. It was true that he and Percy had history. It was also true that that history involved a messy break up, an even messier get back together, and ultimately another, this time permanent, break up.
"You'll be here alright, alone?"
"Of course, Dad! I'm a big girl now, remember?" Nimbus stated, rolling her hazel eyes. Oliver wondered if she had gotten that habit from her mother, he never rolled his eyes.
"And keep the doors locked, no parties?"
"Yes, Dad," Nimbus answered, looking the very picture of innocence. Oliver narrowed his eyes at her.
"Nimbus."
"I promise no parties," Nimbus muttered, rolling her eyes again. Oliver nodded. He grabbed his cloak and headed towards the door. He still couldn't believe Percy had contacted him after all these years wanting to meet up. He must have changed his outfit at least three times. Nimbus had been helpful with that at least. She did have an eye for fashion, something Oliver had never claimed.
"And please, just stay out of trouble, Nimbus."
"I will, Dad," Nimbus promised, watching as Oliver walked out the door. "And have fun at your sleep over," she called out just as he closed it. He shook his head, a small part of him wondering if, just maybe, this would lead to something more than just a dinner between old friends. He wouldn't object if it did... still, it wasn't a sleep over!