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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Charms
Task #2: Write about an introvert.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: September Event
Back to School - (character) Oliver Wood
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Slash September
Character - OliverPercy (Percy)
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry: Writing Club
Character Appreciation - [House] Gryffindor
Showtime - Down Once More / Track Down the Murderer - (setting) Dungeon
Private Party
Pairing: Oliver/Percy
Oliver found Percy in the dungeons. He was hiding out in an unused classroom. "Everything okay?" he queried as he arched an eyebrow.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with the others, celebrating your big Quidditch win?"
"You're a Gryffindor. You should be celebrating too."
"I doubt anyone would notice if I didn't show up. The same can't be said for you, though."
Oliver sat down at the dusty desk, wrinkling his nose at it. Percy was such a neat freak; he was surprised the redhead hadn't cast a cleaning charm on it. "I noticed."
"Well, it was too crowded in the common room. I hated it. It was like being back home."
Oliver crossed his arms on the desk, ignoring the dirt, and rested his head on them. "Can't you come back for me?" He batted his eyelashes.
"I bet Katie would rather have you to herself."
"It's just a crush; she'll get over it."
"I hate the crowd," Percy whined while pouting. Oliver was the only one that was allowed to see him act childish."
Oliver leaned closer and whispered conspiratorially, "But you like me."
Percy blushed, but he didn't deny it. "Why don't you go and enjoy the party, and I'll come back when I think it's over," Percy tried.
Oliver kissed him lightly on the cheek, his slight beard pleasantly rough against Percy's smooth skin. "It wouldn't be as much fun without you. But I might be persuaded to go if you promise me my own private celebration later tonight."
Percy blushed even more. "Maybe," he hedged.
Oliver smirked and claimed Percy's lips in a heated kiss.
Percy moaned, moving his hand to grip Oliver's reddish-brown hair.
Oliver's tongue was busy, devouring Percy's lips as if he was starving.
When they finally separated for some much-needed air, Oliver painted, "So, private celebration?"
Percy panted, "Tonight. Here. Eight P.M."
Oliver grinned. "It's a date."
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