Written for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges and Assignments) Term 13

HSWW: Survival Skills – Task #9: Write about a thirst for something (knowledge, literal water, go wild)

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Word Count – 539

Percy dipped his quill in the pot of ink for the first time that day. He had locked himself in his office at home to try and get some work done, since his boyfriends were being particularly disruptive today. As he got started on the first draft of his report, Percy caught something red flying past the window. He tried to ignore it once, then twice, then three times. The red thing just kept zooming out his window again and again. If it kept happening, he knew his concentration wouldn't last much longer.

He put his quill down with an exasperated sigh and headed towards the window, with the full intention of closing the curtains and getting some work done. That is, until he saw Draco and Oliver mounted on their brooms, with sweat glistening on their foreheads and the fierce look in their eyes that was only there when they were playing Quidditch against each other. It was like they forgot they were boyfriends and went full Gryffindor versus Slytherin on each other. Percy would love to deny that the sight did strange things to his body, but he couldn't. Percy Weasley was a lot of things, but he was definitely not a liar.

Percy stood there for longer than he intended to, as he watched the two men in his life battling each other. If asked, Percy would not be able to say what the rules of their little game was or who was losing, but if someone was winning it was definitely Percy.

Suddenly, there were a pair of chocolate brown eyes staring at him from outside the glass. The owner of said eyes tapped the window so Percy would open it.

"Having fun with your front row seats, my darling?" he asked.

Percy blushed. "You could say that, yes."

"Then why don't you join us in the field? I promise the view is even better," said the owner of the grey eyes.

Percy knew that to be true, but he also knew that to be in the field, he would have to be on a broom and that was something he was not really looking forward to.

"I might have to pass. You both know that I'm not the biggest fan of flying."

Draco and Oliver looked at each other and nodded after a second. Percy hated when they did that. That easily unspoken communication. Percy had that with both of them as well, but seeing them do it and use it against him was infuriating.

Oliver tighten his leg grip on the broom and Percy's eyes went straight to his contracted thigh muscles, just before he decided to focus on Oliver's hands holding the hem of Draco's shirt. Why were they- OH. Draco's shirt went flying past Percy's head, laying on the floor of the office somewhere and Oliver's followed suit. Percy's mouth suddenly went dry.

"Are you sure you're not coming?" Oliver asked, leaning forward on his broom to touch Percy's nose with his own.

Percy didn't even reply. He sprinted down the stairs to their backyard, but not before stopping and taking the shirts off the floor and putting them on the chair. He couldn't very well leave them there, now, could he?

Insane Prompt Challenge

#538 – Color: Chocolate brown

August Auction

Day 15/Auction 1 – Triad: Oliver/Percy/Draco