Everybody guessed it

Behind them stood non other then Marcus Flint, just as short and greasy as he'd been at Hogwarts. Percy had been bullied by the young man in the past, after Hogwarts he'd become a rival for Oliver although it turned out that Wood had a larger fan base, being better looking and all that.

Flint stood at about 5'5, shorter then that muggle actor that Ginny liked, what was his name, Tom Cruise. He stocky, on the verge of overweight and his hair line was quickly receding to the point he'd need a come over. His skin shone from the excess grease that had gathered on his face and his teeth were even more crooked then they had once been, a few now missing.

What was surprising however was the fact that on his plump arm, flint had one exceptionally tarty young woman who looked to be barely legal. She couldn't have been older then 17, had her hair scraped back and a layer of makeup on her face that was 3 inches thick. Her platinum blonde hair had dark brown roots and frayed out like dried straw. She worse a neon pink dress that barely covered her thighs and when she parted her legs gave the two seated men a terrible fright as she had refrained from wearing any form of underwear.

Percy thought his eyes were going to suddenly liquefy and leak from their sockets. Oliver was too busy growling at Flint along with Max and Jake. Oliver stood up as Percy wrapped an arm around each dog. Flint shoved the young girl away and tried to square up to Oliver who was considerably taller at 6 foot exactly. Chocolate brown eyes met those the colour of dull, muddy water and it was easy to see which man was more handsome then the other.

"I always knew you two were queer. Just never thought the Hogwarts snot would ever date the lamest player of the year" Flint spat, giving Oliver's shoulder a shove. The Scot snorted, shoving back. He wasn't going to take that from Flint. He'd been on his tail for years, constantly sniping and insulting and trying to make Oliver look bad, just because Oliver had risen to stardom quicker and had managed to keep his looks, if not grow more handsome.

Flint gave Oliver a harder shove and without a second though Oliver swung his right fist forwards, purposely missing so that he could take Flint by surprise with a quick left hook. Marcus keeled over after the one strike, the blonde girl stood for a moment, trying to decide what she should do before walking off. Flint really wasn't that impressive. Percy was up in an instant, hands wrapped around Oliver's to check for damage. He only wished he could have been the one to lay the punch.

Oliver smiled gratefully, as Percy silently flexed each of Oliver's fingers, watching and listening for any sign that they might be causing him pain. Oliver laughed and used his other hand to pry away Percy's hands before pulling the red head closer. He kissed him, once, chastely and grinned. "So ye knew the bastard too, eh?" Oliver chuckled, ruffling Percy's hair and gained a blush. 'He looks so cute like that' Oliver thought with a grin. Oliver let his hand brush against Percy's cheek and raised his chin for another kiss, slower and longer this time. He let his hands slide down to grab Percy's hips, pulling the slimmer man against him with a guttural moan. Percy's hands were about to reach up and grasp Oliver's biceps but before he had the chance Jake jumped up and began to lick at his hands, almost knocking Percy off his feet in the process. The two men swayed and pulled apart, a blush on both faces.

"Er, maybe it's time we get back 'ome" Oliver offered Percy a slight smile, scratching at the back of his neck in an awkward gesture. Percy gave a nod. "Not that I mean each go t' yer 'ouse or me 'ouse but well er… o' bollocks" Oliver blushed a deeper red and looked down at his feet, Percy merely laughed for a moment or two. "Well Mr Wood!" He laughed teasingly, "I hope you're not suggesting that we copulate already". At this Oliver blushed, mumbling something under his breath that sounded something like "I wish". Percy caught the muttering grinned, stooping to ruffle Max's fur. "I don't think I'd be up for that on a second date, although to be honest I wouldn't mind a good shag" Percy was blushing deeply as he said this, wide hazel eyes blinking up at Oliver from just above Max's head. Oliver blushed as well but brushed it aside to grasp the red head's wrist and pull him up. As soon as Percy was stood up Oliver smashed their lips together in a heated kiss.

Back at Percy's flat, the muggle telephone that Arthur had bought him bleeped with the twelfth message that night.

"Hey Perce it's us. Fred and George!

Where the sodding hell are you? You've been out for hours. You're never out" Fred's voice held a hint of worry to it, George added a few words. "I bet he's shagging Wood already. Percy if you're not shagging him answer the phone.

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Author's Notes: Well it's a short chapter but I've already started the fourth. Sorry about the shortness, just has some boyfriend related things to sort out. My poor baby punched a glass shower today, wanna go see him but can't yet.