AU! Where Oliver and Percy are hiding from their respective exes Marcus Flint and Penny Clearwater in a very cramped broom closet.

*Set during 'The Prisoner of Azkaban'

*Inspired by a tumblr post of Oliver/Percy AUs

Word Count: 690

Title: It's Always Been You

FanFiction Writing Month: March

Percy Weasley needed somewhere to hide from his ex- girlfriend Penelope Clearwater. They had broken up late last term. She didn't take it really well. He saw his salvation a broom closet. He ran towards it practically tripping over himself as he opened the door and snuck in.

"Percy!"

The redhead jumped slightly as he turned to see his best friend, roommate and secret crush Oliver Wood squeezed against him.

"Hiding from Penny?"

Percy nodded.

"We're in the same boat, I'm hiding from Flint my ex-boyfriend."

"I thought you hated each other, Oliver?" Percy asked, confused.

The Scottish brunette smirked and said. "We did, though we had amazing hate-sex which developed into a relationship."

Percy cringed at the thought of his best friend with anyone else but him. Damn, the Weasley jealously.

"I don't think we're going to fit, Perce," Oliver said, adjusting his stocky self in the small space.

Percy bit his lip holding back a moan from the contact. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Sooner or later, he would end up snogging his best friend. Oliver peeked out of the broom closet to check if the coast was clear.

"Is the coast clear?" Percy asked, peeking over his best friend's shoulder but with his horrible vision he couldn't see.

"It looks like it," Oliver said, glancing around the deserted corridor.

Suddenly, Percy not having the best coordination in the world, tripped over something and fell towards Oliver causing the stocky brunette to fall with him.

"You okay, Perce?" Oliver asked, thoughtfully looking up at his best friend and his azure blue eyes that he could easily get lost in.

"Sorry about that, you know how bad my coordination is," Percy said, sheepishly as he stood up stifling a blush though when you're a Weasley it's easy to see when you're blushing.

"Perce, are you blushing?" the brunette boy smirked at the ginger.

The redhead just began to stroll away with Oliver trailing after him like a lost puppy until they reached their dorm.

A few days later, Oliver was working on some Quidditch strategies while he waited up for Percy to get back from his Head Boy rounds. There was heightened security since Sirius Black was loose. Oliver yawned. He decided to take a short nap.

About twenty minutes later, Percy walked in the dorm room to see Oliver passed out on his bed. The redhead smiled, walked over to his best friend's bed, moved the quill and parchment full of Quidditch strategies and put them on his nightstand. Percy glanced over at his best friend. Merlin, he's gorgeous but he'd never stand a chance with the popular Quidditch captain. He crawled into bed a few minutes later.

A few hours later, Percy blind as a bat stumbled to the bathroom and did his business. He was so exhausted and blind that he unknowingly fell onto Oliver's bed.

The next morning, the Scottish brunette woke up to his best friend comfortably sleeping on his chest his ginger hair disheveled. He wasn't complaining but how did he end up here. He glanced over to Percy's night stand and saw his all too familiar horn-rimmed glasses. He always thought Percy looked rather distinguished in his glasses. Although, most of the time he just wanted to throw those glasses off and snog the bookish redhead senseless. The redhead stirred on his chest

"Morning sunshine," he chimed.

"How did I end up here?" Percy asked, confused but comfortable on his best friend's chest.

"I know you're blind as a bat without your glasses. You must've stumbled onto my bed last night when you went to the bathroom or something."

"I probably did, sorry."

The brunette smiled at his friend and replied. "No worries, Perce."

Percy started to get up but Oliver took his hand and pulled him back into his arms. Percy was even more confused but when Oliver pressed his lips to the redhead's most of that confusion melted away

"I never thought I would stand the chance with you," Percy said.

"It's always been you, Percy."