day 20, auction 4, percyoliver
302 words by gdocs
"What are you staring at?" George Weasley asks, sliding down on Oliver's left side.
Oliver's lucky, honestly, that he doesn't choke and die on his pumpkin juice when he hears the question. Well, he does choke, he just doesn't die.
"Well?" Fred asks, sitting on Oliver's other side so that Oliver is officially sandwiched between Weasleys, his least-favorite thing to be.
"I'm not staring at anything," Oliver says, putting his goblet down and picking up a napkin to wipe up the juice he accidentally sputtered out.
The truth is, he was staring at something — or, more accurately, someone — but it's not like he would ever admit it to anyone. If he was going to admit it, it certainly wouldn't be to a Weasley, and if he would ever admit it to any Weasley, it really, really wouldn't be Fred and George.
"Are you sure?" Fred asks, leaning in close and extending the last syllable. Oliver is pretty sure that his face is burning up. He's pretty sure the twins know that his face is burning up, but it's not like he wants to face them and have it be so obvious.
"Pretty sure," Oliver replies, his eyes shifting around the dining table so he can go back to looking at the person the twins think he's staring at. He's not staring, he's just… appreciating.
Oliver can see the twins share a glance over him and he tries to ignore them as he takes another sip of his pumpkin juice.
"Looks like you're staring at Percy," George says in a stage whisper. Oliver chokes again.
"I am not," he insists, spluttering just a little. From either side of him, Fred and George roar with laughter, and Oliver's face feels like it's on fire.
Because, okay. Maybe he is.
Just a little.