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The next day, Oliver walked through the Great Hall, and sat down next to Percy, who was sitting slightly apart from everyone else. Percy smiled as the Quidditch player sat down. Percy missed sharing a room with Oliver. One of the more debatable advantages of being headboy, getting one's own room.
The two boys hugged, and Oliver kissed Percy on the cheek, but neither boy felt comfortable going much farther. Oliver filled a plate with food, and jovially talked with one or two housemates at the table. Percy smiled, and felt good just sitting next to his boyfriend.
"Perce?"
"Hmm?"
"There's a Hogsmeade visit tomorrow."
"Yeah?"
"So, you wanna go to dinner with me?"
"Sure. I have to escort the third years down, since it's the first evening trip, but I'll meet you in front of Honeydukes.
"Okay"
In the car I just can't wait,
to pick you up on our very first date
The evening was cool, the early fall weather a warning of its harsher successor. Oliver threw a sweater on and strode out to the pitch. Instead of walking down the hilly path, he flew to Hogsmeade. As he rose into the air, and began to head towards the isolated little village, he was overcome with nerves.
His palms began to sweat, and his head felt somewhat light. He was going on a date. He had no idea what he was doing. This was different than an outing with the team, or even hanging out with Percy. This was a date! The thought, so obvious and yet unsuspected, hit him like a ton of bricks. For the first time in his life, he had to steady himself on his broom. Down there, in that little village, walking those cobblestone streets is my boyfriend. My boyfriend. The thought was a wonderful one. Especially the boyfriend part. It wasn't just a physical thing anymore. Percy and him had a relationship. They were, well, boyfriends. A huge grin plastered itself on Oliver's face.
He pointed the nose of the broom towards the town, and dove through the cool air towards the streets.
Is it cool if I hold your hand?
Is it wrong if I think it's lame to dance?
After he touched down, he shouldered his broom, and strolled down the streets, looking for Percy. He turned through the charming little avenues, finally coming to the gargantuan palace of sweets that was Honeydukes. Oliver whistled a bit as he paced up and down in front of the store.
All of a sudden, he heard Percy's voice,
"Ollie!"
Oliver turned to see Percy running towards him, panting and slightly flushed.
"Sorry I'm late", he gasped. "I stopped to reprimand some errant third years, and by the time I was finished, I realized I was late…"
Oliver stopped his nervous babbling with a small, chaste kiss.
"It's alright. I just got here. C'mon, let's go."
As they walked off, Percy nervously slipped his hand into Oliver's. He hand trembled, not from cold, but from anxiety. What if he doesn't take it? Oh, Gods, I'll die of shame!
But Percy's worries were unfounded, as Oliver took Percy's hand, and lead him down the street towards one of the many cafes in Hogsmeade. They approached one particularly popular, simply called the Bistro.
"Ollie, here?" asked Percy nervously. The Bistro was incredibly popular with fifth, sixth, and seventh year students, and everyone they knew would probably make an appearance there tonight.
"Why not?" Oliver said nonchalantly, and led the redhead into the café. It was too early to be crowded, so they were able to get one of the best tables, right by the window.
Do you like my stupid hair?
Would you guess that I didn't know what to wear?
After the waitress took their drink orders, they began to talk about friends, Quidditch, school, anything commonplace.
Oliver realized his hair was a complete mess, having flown all the way from Hogwarts. Glancing at the window, where he could see his reflection, he say that his light brown hair was everywhere, and the carefully orchestrated part he had achieved in the dormitory was gone forever. He subtly tried to rearrange it a bit.
"no, leave your hair. I like it. It's very... windswept. It's you.", said Percy idly.
Meanwhile, Percy began to freak about what he was wearing, He had put on his best robe, but the Weasley finances being what they were, his best was none too good. And Oliver looked so good, so casual in his sweater and jeans. He self-consciously played with the hem of his robe.
Oliver gently pulled Percy's hand from his clothes. He held it in his own on the table.
'Leave your clothes. They're fine."
I'm too scared of what you think
"I'm sorry, I'm just… nervous, I guess.", stammered Percy.
Not half as much as me, thought Oliver.
"Relax, Perce.", he said.
You make me nervous so I really can't eat
The waitress returned with drinks, and offered food, but neither ordered anything. Percy had a knot in his stomach from nerves, and couldn't deal with anything else in there. Oliver didn't order anything so as not to be rude to Percy.
Just then, Cedric and his girlfriend Cho walked in. Percy panicked, realizing they were still holding hands. Oliver stroked his hand gently, sensing his boyfriend's nervousness. He calmly said hello to the Hufflepuff, who replied in kind. Percy relaxed a little, feeling that the first hurdle had been cleared. Cedric and Cho settled into a corner booth, as Percy and Oliver returned to their drinks.
Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
As it grew later, more people began to arrive. Among the first comers were Fred and George no doubt putting in an appearance before leaving to run amok in the peaceful streets of Hogsmeade. George sauntered over to the bar to order drinks, while Fred, noticing his brother, walked over to their table. Percy just barely resisted the urge to break through the glass window and make a break for it.
"Hullo, boys. Enjoying the evening? It's a bit empty here, isn't it? Usually when I see you two in here you're surrounded by at least four or five Quidditch groupies and study mates. You've gotten yourselves all nestled up cozily, haven't you. You do know that table is called Cupid's Table? You know, for couples? Wait a second, of course you knew that. You've been coming here longer than I have. So…", it was then Fred noticed that they were holding hands.
"Are you two dating?", he asked incredulously.
"Mmm-hmm.", said Oliver.
"So, Perce, you're…"
"Mmm-hmm", murmured Percy.
"And dating Oliver?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"Lucky you. And Oliver, you're…"
"Yeah."
"Is that why you're so good with a broomstick?"
At this point, George wandered over from the bar with two butterbeers in his hands. He handed one to Fred and looked out the window, a look of concentration of his face. No doubt planning how to get in the most mischief in one night, though Percy.
"Don't they make the cutest couple, George?", asked Fred playfully.
"Yeah", mumbled George, his concentration elsewhere, "Listen, Fred, I think we should start over at Zonko's, then move towards the center of town…"
"George, look at them!"
"What?"
'They're dating!" said Fred exasperatedly.
"They are?", said George, puzzled. "You are?"
"Yes…", mumbled Percy, trying desperately not to run screaming from the restaurant.
"So, Percy, you're…", George trailed off.
"Yes, for God's sake, I'm gay!", Percy nearly shouted. Realizing the café was not empty, his face turned red, and he nearly fainted.
"And Oliver, you're…"
"Yes…"
"Regular beauty and the beast, aren't they?", joked Fred.
"Yeah, but which one's which?" replied his twin.
"Don't you two have a Ministry law to break?", asked Percy miserably.
"Yeah, yeah. But one question, Perce. Is that why you're so good with your wand?", asked George.
"Maybe you can tutor Oliver in how to use his wand for maximum effect."
Laughing, the two began to saunter out.
"Fred! George!", said Percy.
They turned around.
"One word of this to Mom, Dad, or anyone else before I'm ready, and-", and he drew his finger across his throat. Strangely, they nodded solemnly, and continued on their way.. Their raucous voices could be heard from inside.
"It makes sense, doesn't it?"
"Yeah. I mean, remember that Halloween where he was that muggle character, the Peter Pan bloke, and he wouldn't take off those tights for a week?" Laughing, they continued on their way.
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
"What was that all about?", asked Oliver.
"I just, I dunno, I liked the way they felt. They felt really good, right almost." Percy was red-faced, the famous Weasley blush in full swing.
"no, no", laughed Oliver, "the-", and he drew his finger across his throat.
"Oh, right. That's just, well, I don't tell Mom most of the stuff they get up to, but they know I know enough to have her furious until she's a great grandmother. And then some. So, when I really mean it, I can sometimes get them to cooperate."
"Well they seemed pretty cool with it.", Oliver said reflectively.
"That's right now. You watch. I'll suddenly have a subscription to Wand Boys magazine, and condoms in my Christmas stocking. I'll be surprised if they haven't stuffed my room with porn by the end of the night."
"Well, it's better than them not accepting it."
"I guess so."
As the evening grew older, more and more people came into the Bistro. If any of them noticed the two boys holding hands, at the Cupid table, nobody said anything. Nobody until Marcus Flint and his posse walked in. The burly Slytherin marched right up to their table.
"Oh, just look at the two lovebirds. What a beautiful couple. What will they children look like, d'you think? I imagine something like a Skrewt bred with a Hippogriff." He drawled.
"Stuff it, Flint." Growled Oliver.
"You're actually holding his hand! How sweet. How do you manage to do it? Do you have a potion to keep from vomiting?"
"You", said Oliver slowly, "are jealous."
"Me, jealous, of you? That's either the funniest or most insulting thing I've heard all day!"
"Yes, jealous. You can't play Quidditch to save your life, and I, unlike you, can use my broomstick off the pitch as well. Which is why I have Percy, and you have to settle for that hag of a girlfriend of yours."
"You insult Agrippina one more time and I'll-"
"You'll what?" Oliver stood up. Though not as bulky as the Slytherin, he was taller, and had just as much strength. Oliver, though normally un-aggressive (except on the pitch), had a strange fire burning in his eyes. Marcus smartly backed down. "I thought so", smirked Oliver.
"Shove it up your arse.", Hissed Marcus. "Or rather, up Percy's." Chuckling at his own joke, he and the other Slytherins walked to their own table farther off.
"I swear, the next person who comes up to this table, I'm just gonna sock 'em right in the jaw.", said Oliver.
Percy sighed.
"Hey, Perce", Oliver said tenderly, taking Percy's chin and lifting up his face to his own. "This is our first date. This is a moment we'll remember for the rest of our lives. Now let's make those good memories."
He kissed Percy, long and hard. One hand came to the back of the redhead's neck, the other cupped below his ear. Percy was lost in a sea of emotion and joy.
When you smile, I melt inside
I'm not worthy for a minute of your time
As Oliver leaned back in his seat, Percy smiled. It was a true smile, a beam plastered across his face, and as he did so, his eyes sparkled. Oliver nearly fell off his chair. He was so used to seeing Percy scowling or pursing his lips. His smile was enough to charm the birds from the trees. Jesus Christ, how did I get this lucky? E's actually going out with me!
I really wish it was only me and you
I'm jealous of everybody in the room
Percy looked around at the Bistro. It was now somewhat crowded. Some people looked at them, others ignored them completely. Why did they have to be here? Why did he have to share this night with Oliver with Fred, George, Marcus, Cedric, and everyone else? He wanted Oliver all to himself.
Please don't look at me with those eyes
Please don't hint that you're capable of lies
I dread the thought of our very first kiss
A target that I'm probably gonna miss
Percy smiled again at Oliver, and laughed.
"What is it?"
"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about what would have happened if I had kept thinking the way I did yesterday. What would have happened if you hadn't come to the library. How different tonight would be."
"Don't worry about that, Perce. It didn't happen, it won't happen. Everything turned out alright."
"Yeah." Percy smiled again, and they continued talking, until the great clock in the village square rang out eleven o'clock, the time for the students to return to Hogwarts. Percy, as prefect, was required to escort the third years back up to the grounds. He stood up.
Oliver panicked. What now? Do I kiss him? Does he kiss me? Percy's stance was just as awkward.
"Uh… I had a great time tonight", the redhead stammered.
"Yeah, me too.", smiled Oliver.
"Well, see you tomorrow…" Percy began to turn to the door.
"Perce!", Oliver called to him. Here goes nothing…
Percy turned around. Oliver seized him and kissed him for what seemd like both a second and eternity. It was only Cedric's calm voice reminding them of the time that pulled them out of their bliss,a nd caused Percy to hurry to the square.
Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Oliver strolled outside, walking along the cobblestone streets, his broom on his shoulder. He felt the strong night breezes, and mounting the broom, shot up into the sky. As he flew over the dark countryside, guided by the bright windows and battlements of Hogwarts, he let out a whoop of joy. He was happier than he had ever thought possible. This was heaven. It had to be…
Let's go, don't wait, this night's almost over
Honest, let's make, this night last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever
Forever and ever, let's make this last forever