Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Harry Potter, especially not Percy Weasley. They are JKR's. There may be spoilers from Deathly Hallows so don't read if you haven't read that. I decided to continue due to the amazing response of you all. :) Slash pairing, eventually…probably. PercyOliver probably. Don't like, don't continue reading and leave chapter 1 as a oneshot in your mind. Oh, and there's one cuss word (the f-word). Right then. This chapter is dedicated to the kind 5 reviewers of my story's first chapter: darkgryphonmage, jrkgirlrox, Seed-Of-Flame, Silver Sailor Ganymede, and Lady Jaye1. Thank you so much, I hope this is good enough for you. Enjoy!
Percy could see the ground getting closer, and he knew that soon there would be the inevitable crunch and moment of blinding agony when he hit the unforgiving concrete. Gulping back the bile that rose in his throat at the thought, Percy passed out, before hitting the ground…and bouncing lightly.
It was as if he'd hit a mattress, or small trampoline, as his body bounced, head lolling, and yet did not gather a scratch. Percy moaned faintly in his unconsciousness, rolling onto his side and remaining still, but breathing. He could not hear the frantic footsteps that ended as the unknown male knelt at his side muttering, "What the fuck?"; nor the slight woosh as the pieces of his glasses flew back together, now a flawless pair of spectacles once more.
The tall stranger put his ear close to Percy's face: he could both hear and feel breath on his exposed skin. Carefully rolling Percy into a more comfortable position he looked, with a stunned expression, at the huge building his friend had fallen from. He tried and failed to recover his composure, and so took to muttering under his breath in a distinctly unbelieving tone,
"Jeez, Percy…why would you do that? It's a big building, y'know, you've could've died if I wasn't there…"
Was that what he wanted?
Oliver gulped, forcing down the part of him that was screaming that Percy had intended to fall, and instead choosing to listen to the part of him that insisted earnestly that Percy had either fallen accidentally or been pushed. However, the cynical voice in his head was back again, and he wanted to scream as he found himself doubting that this had been an accident.
Yeah, that's right, keep trying to believe he wouldn't jump.
Oliver shuddered. He would not think about that now. Not even while Percy was lying still on the ground, unconscious before him.
Performing a quick weightless charm on Percy, Oliver Wood (Keeper of the Quidditch team Puddlemere United) gathered him in his arms carefully, placing Percy's trademark horn-rimmed glasses back on his thin, pale face. His body was strong and muscled from many years of Quidditch training, whereas Percy…Percy was small, petite and lithe, perfect for escaping captors and getting into small spaces, things Oliver could only do nowadays by force. And to think they were in the same year, the same age, and the same House. Oliver looked distraughtly down at his friend, the only other Gryffindor in his year, and sighed, seeing how truly fragile he seemed as Percy subconsciously moved his head to fit more comfortably in Oliver's arms.
The Scot couldn't help but think the weightless charm had been unnecessary.