A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
Word Count: 860
Warning: Almost dying
"Percy!" Oliver screamed, running onto the nearly empty Quidditch pitch. The rain poured around him as he ran, flattening his hair against his skin. Percy was laying unconscious, the charred remains of a broom next to him. Oliver shook him gently, placing his head against Percy's chest. He didn't feel it rising.
"Help! Someone help!" he yelled, his words being drowned out by the howling wind and rain. Oliver stared at Percy's body, a small memory of something he'd seen on the telly surfacing. He'd heard of the muggles doing something called CPR to make someone start breathing again. He put his hands on Percy's chest, pushing down gently. He put his mouth to Percy's breathing in air, then started the chest compressions again.
"Come on, Percy, breathe, dammit! I swear, Percy, I'm gay, not cursed, why does this whole freaking world act like I'm cursed!" Oliver yelled, wiping some rain from his face before going down and breathing into Percy's mouth again. This time, Percy responded, his lips meeting Oliver's in a passionate kiss. Oliver started returning it when he heard footsteps. They broke the kiss and Oliver looked up to see Madame Pomfrey running through the rain.
"What happened?"
"I don't know for sure. I think, his broom was struck by lightening," Oliver said, pointing to the charred broom remains.
"Mister Weasley, can you stand?"
Percy struggled to his feet and started following Madame Pomfrey back to the castle. Oliver wondered if he should follow. He figured Percy probably didn't want him there, the almost kiss had just been a side-effect of saving his life. He turned to head to the broom storage.
"Hey, where are you going, Oliver? I want you to come with," Percy said. Oliver smiled and ambled after the boy he loved. As he came to the spot Percy had been lying, he saw something glittering in the grass. He swooped down with all the grace of a seeker and grabbed the object, Percy's prefect badge, off the wet ground. He smiled knowing how much that badge meant to Percy. How devastated he'd be if he'd lost it. Oliver tucked it into his pocket for safe keeping and hurried to catch up.
"You're lucky you're alive, Mister Weasley, what were you thinking flying in this weather?"
Oliver heard Madame Pomfrey asking Percy as they reached the infirmary.
"I was... it was stupid," Percy stated. Oliver had been wondering the same thing. He was also wondering whose broom Percy had used. He knew Percy didn't care much for flying, or Quidditch, or heights.
"Well, you're incredibly lucky then. Rest and you should be fine. Now, I believe Mr. Wood is hovering in the doorway waiting to speak with you." She turned to Oliver.
"Keep it brief, he needs his rest."
"Yes, Ma'am," Oliver said, walking over to Percy's bed. He watched her leave and turned his attention to Percy.
"What were you really doing up there?"
"Does it matter?" Percy asked. Oliver tilted his head, looking at Percy.
"It does if you used my broom to nearly get yourself killed."
"I would never! I used Fred's... or was it George's?" Percy stated. Oliver shook his head laughing.
"Now why would you do that?"
"To see the world through your eyes," Percy finally admitted. "I wanted to see what you saw every time you played. I wanted to see how the world looked to you."
"But why?" Oliver asked.
"Because I thought if I could see the world like you do, maybe I could figure out how you felt about me without making a fool of myself."
"Instead you nearly died, I had to do CPR to get you breathing again."
"It worked though, in a way. I mean, unless that kiss..."
"You remember the almost kiss?"
"Yes, I do, and I was wondering, would you want to do that again sometime? When I'm not being knocked out of the sky and almost dying?" Percy asked, looking at Oliver hopefully. Oliver smiled and pulled the badge from his pocket.
"I would love to, also, I found this on the ground," he said, handing it back. Percy took it, wiped the dirt and water off it. "I used to think this was the most important thing in the world, Oliver. That being a prefect was the most important thing. Almost dying changed that."
"And now what do you think?" Oliver asked.
"I think, that maybe, I should stop focusing on things and start focusing on people, like you," Percy answered, sitting up and giving Oliver a quick kiss, one Oliver returned, happy that this time, they weren't being interrupted. They broke apart, looked at each other for a moment.
"I agree," Oliver stated. "I should let you rest, Percy. I'll see you later?"
"Yes, later," Percy agreed, giving Oliver a smile before settling back down into the bed. Oliver smiled back slipping from the room shaking his head. Today had been the wildest one ever. Percy nearly died trying to figure out his feelings, feelings Oliver returned easily, and now, they were... well, they were something and for now, that was just perfect with Oliver.