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Chapter Two:

"So I heard you were officially introduced to Oliver's family as his boyfriend," Ginny said from where they were sitting with Ginny peeling and cutting potatoes for the Sunday dinner his mother was cooking. "How did that go?"

"It was a non issue Oliver was correct in assuming they figured out he wasn't into girls ages ago," Percy said and then laughed. "Oliver was actually more nervous introducing me to some of his team mates the night before." He was rewarded with a laugh form his little sister something had hadn't managed to make her do in years.

"I'm glad you came back to the family, Percy," Ginny said after a moment and then went right back to peeling potatoes with a knife. He pulled out his wand and removed the peels of every potato that was left. "Mum wanted me to do them by hand for breaking curfew."

"Then we simply won't tell her that I helped," He said and gave her a smile that got her laughing again. They both knew of course that their mother would figure it out but she wouldn't actually do anything about it. "You don't mind me being with Oliver do you?"

"No I think he's an improvement over Penelope," Ginny said giving him a wink. "Though I bet you've done a lot more than kiss in dusty old classrooms with him." He managed to avoid blushing for which he was grateful. He did not want to have to deal with Ginny realizing how close to the mark her statements were.

"I don't think that Oliver and my private actions should be up for discussion Ginny," He said trying to remember how to sound pompous and arrogant. "But if you really wish to go there I could aks you a few questions about what you and Harry were doing that made you late for your curfew." He was rewarded with a blush and Ginny immediately began to talk Quidditch with him.

"I'm rooting for the Harpies this year," Ginny said and then gave him another teasing look. "I think it's pretty clear that your supporting Puddlemire." He decided not to rise to the bait because he had the feeling Ginny had a punch line he wouldn't like picked out.

Thankfully a distraction arrived in the form of George who was still uncomfortable enough about he and Oliver to guarantee that Ginny wouldn't say a thing. He knew George was trying and after everything that had happened he was willing to give George time. "How are things going at the shop?" He asked as the store was one of the few areas of George's life that he would still get excited talking about.

His mother he knew thought it was a bit strange since it had been such a joint effort by Fred and George but he privately thought that was probably why. It was easy to see it was a reminder of the missing twin that kept his presence alive for George. "Things have been going good, but we've had to scale back our defense line now the ministry isn't placing orders." He ignored the fact George still referred to decisions about running the store as if two people have made them. "I think our new product lines coming out in a few weeks will more than make up the revenue."

He was about to ask George about the new products when Oliver entered the room from where he'd been outside talking with Harry and Ron about Quidditch. "Hey, Perce, George, Ginny," Oliver said coming to stand behind the chair he was currently sitting in. He watched as George got uncomfortable and made a hasty exit. "All right what is about me that keeps freaking him out," Oliver said not bothering to conceal his annoyance.

"Angelina thinks it is cause you've seen him naked," Ginny said knowingly from where she was cutting up a few of the peelings Percy had hexed off to hide some of the perfect nature of magical peeling. "I mean Percy has too but he's our brother so George is quite sure Percy never checked him out." She glanced over at Oliver. "And your taste do lean toward red headed guys."

He recognized the look on Oliver's face and knew he was going to say something inappropriate.

He tried to get to his feet to stop him but Oliver said it before he could. "So I guess telling him he and Fred once stared in a twin fantasy dream of mine would scar him for life." It wasn't the worst thing Oliver had ever said on spur of the moment but it was up there.

"Oliver please don't say things like that in front of my sister," Percy said staring at Ginny's open mouth shock. He had given up on trying to get Oliver to think before he spoke in private years ago but Oliver could at least make an effort in front of his family.

Ginny immediately cracked up laughing and he could tell she was about to ask Oliver something she really didn't need to know. "Not a word Ginny," He said trying to remember how best to play the intimidating big brother. All he succeeded in doing is making her laugh harder which of course attracted the attention of some of the others in the house.

"What's so funny," Angelina, George's date for the afternoon asked as she basically dragged George back into the room. He couldn't help it seeing Angelina and George caused him to burst out laughing along with Oliver and Ginny. "Why do I get the feeling this is a joke at our expense," she said to George as she turned around.

"Sorry," He said forcing himself back to being calm. "Oliver simply stuck his foot in his mouth spectacularly." He turned a glare on Ginny. "And it doesn't need to be repeated to anyone." He had no doubt that Harry might be told but hopefully Ginny wouldn't mention it to anyone who would tell George he was nervous enough around Oliver without knowing about that statement.

"I won't say a word, Percy," Ginny said giving him a downright mercenary look. He had a feeling he'd just handed his little sister blackmail material for the next year. He glanced over at Oliver who had also seen Ginny's look and was giving him an apologetic one. "I'm finished with the potatoes mum," Ginny then said as their mother entered the room. "Can I go talk with Harry now?"

"All right dear since you're done," His mother said grabbing the pan full of peeled potatoes and heading into the kitchen. "Percy dear will you come help me in the kitchen," She said giving him a pointed look. He knew she'd figure out that he helped Ginny.

"I'll be right there mum," he said and then gave Oliver a pointed look trying to convey not to put his foot in his mouth around George before he headed into the kitchen. He wanted his brother to get over his reservations about Oliver and Oliver wasn't helping.

"How did things go with Oliver's parents," His mother asked once he arrived in the kitchen. "I would have invited them to dinner but I wanted to find out how they took it before I did." He should have known she'd been worrying about that.

"They took it well," He said taking over stirring one of the sauces his mother had prepared while she was getting the potatoes to boil with a bit of magic help. "They had already figured out where Oliver's taste lie and just wanted him to be happy." He didn't mention Oliver being more nervous about introducing him to the quidditch team as his mom would think there was something wrong with Oliver if she heard that.

"I'm glad I'll have to make arrangements to have them over to dinner soon," His mother said cheerfully. He didn't point out that the Wood family had turned down dinner invitations before when he and Oliver were just friends.

He glanced out the window where Harry and Ginny were sitting on the steps close together. He wondered how long it would before another wedding was being thrown in the burrow. He still needed to really apologize to Bill for missing his wedding but Bill and Fleur weren't coming to dinner tonight so it would have to wait.

He would have preferred to decline the invitation himself but he didn't want to risk any potential trouble with his family after things had been going so well. He was still dealing with the guilt of being an enormous prat for nearly three years so he was finding it hard to deny his family any request. He hoped to eventually find a balance between being there for his family to make up for what he did and having some space again. "Thank you dear I can handle things from here why don't you take the time to see if you want to take any of your things you left behind back to your flat."

"All right you said that my old things were packed away in my old room?" He asked and she nodded so he headed up the stairs toward his old room. He was touched that his mother hadn't simply pitched what he'd left behind when he stormed out. He didn't know what his parents planned to do with his room once it was cleaned out but they'd been asking for the last couple of weeks for him to do so. He just hadn't had a chance until today with everything else that had been going on.

Once he was in his old room he was almost over whelmed by the rush of memories of all the years he'd spent calling this small room home. He looked over at his book shelf and picked up a book at random and frowned. It was his copy of prefects who gained power and he had to resist the temptation to throw it down. He casually set it in stuff to be sold as he wasn't going to pitch it just because he no longer agreed with its advice. He was simply too aware of what it was like to have very little that he'd sell it back to the used bookshop instead of tearing it to shreds and junking it.

He began to skim his other books adding some to the sale pile and stacking the rest in a pile to take with him to his flat. He found it a bit odd that his book choices seemed to amount to one or two areas, books about how to get ahead in his career and a few adventure novels he'd been given as gifts. It was strange to think that the career books were now sitting in the sale pile while the books he'd pretended not to really like were now in a stack meant for his flat. He began to clear out his clothes having taken most of his work appropriate clothes with him had led to leaving some of his old casual clothes behind. "Nice Jacket I don't recall ever seeing you wear it?" Oliver said from the doorway pointing at the jacket he was holding.

"It was one of Bill's," He explained as he put in the keep pile. "I got it because Fred and George were arguing about which of them would get it next after Charlie and he and Mum got pissed about it and handed it to me." He turned back to Oliver. "I never felt that comfortable wearing it because it was a bit too big." He didn't mention that Fred and George could carry a long grudge so he'd only worn it when he had too.

"Well you're big enough now pull it on," Oliver said walking over to the pile and handing it to him. "It looks like it would really suit your hair and eyes." He felt a bit silly but he pulled it on and looked at himself in the mirror it was a nice Jacket and it didn't look too bad on him. "We might have to do something about your hairstyle but we can definitely make it work." He turned a curious look on Oliver but his lover didn't elaborate. "That is the keep pile isn't it?" He said pointing out the pile where he'd put the jacket.

"Yes that's the keep pile," He said taking off the jacket and placing it back with the books he was going to keep. He rummaged in his closet and found an old Muggle messenger bag. He saw Oliver staring at it and elaborated. "Dad bought this in a muggle shop as a gift for Mum one year he thought it was a funny looking Muggle handbag." He was smiling at the memory. "She carried it for a long time even after she found out what it really was to make him happy." He glanced over at Oliver. "Then one year we ran out of money before mom could by a second bag for school books for the twins so I inherited it and Charlie's old bag got passed to George."

"I remember now you somehow got through school despite only being able to fit one classes books and supplies in there at a time." Oliver said with a laugh. "Of course that was when you'd just gotten the time turner so you had time to do it between classes but I'm amazed you never ran into yourself."

"I did once or twice," He paused at the memory. "I did my best to pretend it didn't happen and after a few weeks one of Dad's coworkers had given him a few boxes of old things." He looked down at the bag. "And among the stuff was an old school bag so I got that and this was packed away in my trunk." He looked down at the bag and threw it in the sale pile.

"Hey we can use this," Oliver said picking it up and he found himself staring at Oliver as if he'd grown another head. "I mean we can use it to transport the stuff you want to carry with us." It took Oliver finally saying, "you know how Hermione has that little beaded handbag she stuffs full of nearly everything."

"You want me to do an undetectable extension charm on this old bag to move everything," He asked staring at Oliver. "That's a complicated charm to use to get out of hauling a few boxes of stuff to my flat."

"You got aced your OWLS and NEWT test you're more than capable of doing the charm," Oliver said with a smile. "Plus, think of how much fun we can have in the time we save." His boyfriend gave him a wink as he said it.

"Fine, while I'm doing a complex and intricate charm on an old muggle messenger back what will you be doing?" He asked Oliver as it would take a bit of time to perform the charm properly and if he was going to do it he was bloody well going to do it right.

"I'm going to finish going through your old clothes and sorting them for you," Oliver said giving him a wink. "I mean some of these things need to head for the scrap heap." He said holding up an old moth eaten robe that he thought might have once been his great grand fathers. "Plus I'll save the ones that will look good or at least can be worn around your flat for comfort."

He took the old bag and began searching his memory for how the charm was preformed. He would never hear the end of it from Oliver if he didn't actually manage to make the charm work. Once he recalled how it worked and the proper incantation it didn't take long to finish charming the bag. He noticed Oliver still examining his old clothes and looked around the room for something to test the bag with. He was not going to have it fail in front of Oliver. He finally saw his old Broom which he planned to sell but it would make a good test.

He was a bit relieved when it sunk down into the bag easily and then pulled out again so he could throw it into the sale pile. He headed over and began stuffing the to keep stuff into the bag not bothering to organize it neatly as he would handle that when he got home. "Are you done deciding what of my old wardrobe meets with your satisfaction?"

"Oh yeah I was just looking at this poster," He said pointing to the poster he'd stuck to the back of his closet years ago. "I mean unless I don't know my quidditch players that's Volstack the keeper who kept England from winning the world cup that time." He glanced over with a smile and said, "I remember it being said that only witches who liked his good looks would dare have a poster of him in England."

"The poster was Fred and George's idea of a joke," He said remembering how angry he had been. "I wanted a poster of Hayfield," he saw Oliver perk up at that mention of one of his favorite players. "But Fred and George swapped the labels on the poster tubes and tricked me into buying Volstack's instead." He shook his head. "They were mad because I'd ratted them out to mum for hexing Ron." He snorted a bit as he went on. "When I found out what they'd done they told me finks like me didn't deserve a Hayfield poster and dared me to tell Mum what they'd done so I stuck it in the closet."

"Why did you keep it?" Oliver asked looking back at the poster. "I mean you could have just binned it or were you tight with money even back then?" He knew what Oliver was referring to the fact he still kept a detailed budget to be sure he always had enough money.

"Well I told myself it was because they'd made me waste all my pocket money on it but I think the truth is I kind of liked the way he looked." He said looking back at the poster of the dark-haired wizard with the intimidating blue eyes.

"Oh did you lay here in bed looking at the poster while you took care of yourself?" Oliver asked giving him a suggestive wink and looking back at the poster. "I mean I hated the guy for being instrumental in beating England but he was damn good looking and I could certainly see using him as wank fodder."

"Never," he said not surprised where Oliver's mind went. It turned out there was one thing Oliver liked as much as quidditch and it was sex. "I was never that open with myself but I did like to look it at it a lot and I might have wanked after but I would never have admitted it was because of the poster." He could tell from Oliver looking back at the poster that he was going to say something wildly in appropriate but before he could his mother called them for dinner.

Once they made it downstairs, his mother asked him about cleaning out the room. "I got started on it and I'll finish it after supper if you don't mind mother," he said ignoring the smirk Oliver kept shooting him.

"That would be wonderful if you could Percy," She said cheerfully and he once gain wondered what she had planned for his room. He supposed that he'd find out sooner or later. "Angelina how are things going with your parents?" His mother said turning the conversation to George's date.

"Mum is doing much better now the healers think they've taken care of the problem," Angelina said after swallowing a bite of food. He still wasn't sure if George and Angelina were actually involved or just friends but she seemed to be cheering him up immensely so he was glad she was around.

"That's wonderful dear," His mother said and then the discussion turned toward more mundane things and he was felt okay with tuning out the bulk of it to focus on simply eating. He could hear Oliver getting into a slightly heated discussion with Ron about Quidditch teams and had to smile.

He offered to help clear up after the food was done but his mother sent him back up stairs to finish cleaning out his old room. He noticed that Oliver wasn't as lucky and was soon drafted into helping carry the plates of food into the kitchen for cleaning.

Once he was back in the room he packed away what he'd already set aside to save in the bag Oliver had convinced him to charm. He then went back to the closet and on a whim pulled down the poster they'd been talking about earlier and shoved it into the bag. He then began sorting threw the various miscellaneous things. He kept his old awards and a few other random items but all too soon he was done. Everything else could be sold or given away as he'd carried most of what was really valuable to him with him when he stormed out last time.

He was about to head back downstairs with Oliver slipped into the room. "You're not done are you?" Oliver asked looking annoyed. "Well even if you are we have to stay up here a while or you'll reveal me as a liar."

"What are you on about?" He asked staring at Oliver who was standing in front of the door clearly looking like he intended to keep Percy here. He glanced around the room again. "I'm all done, I just have to tell Mum to sell the rest or give it away."

"No I got out of helping with the dishes by telling everyone I had to come help you sort threw things," Oliver said walking over to sit on his old bed. "I'm not heading back down stairs until I'm sure the cleaning is over with." Oliver shook his head, "There are too many people in that kitchen and George looks panicked every time I end up near him." Oliver smirked as he looked at him, "I see your taking the poster." Oliver's smirk got even wider. "Good cause I've got a few ideas using it."

He promised himself he would never ask what those ideas where as he was sure he didn't want to know. "So what do you expect us to do while you hide up here from helping with the dishes," He asked ignoring the way Oliver was laying on his old bed still smirking. "There is no way in hell that we are doing anything." His parents and most of his family and their dates were down stairs there is no way he would do anything.

"Then you can just watch," Oliver said leaning back and reaching for his fly. "You might want to lock the door," He said popping the button on his fly. He moved quickly to the door mortified and after locking it magically resolved to stand facing it till Oliver gave up. "Come on Perce turn around not that your back isn't attractive.

"I don't recall you being this exhibitionistic in school," he said to Oliver refusing to turn around. "I can't believe your doing this in my house while my family is down stairs." He felt Oliver touching his shoulder and turning him around see that Oliver had buttoned back up and was just grinning. "You smug bastard you were just taking the piss weren't you?"

"Course Perce," Oliver was smiling. "I wouldn't actually do that here not while your family was awake anyway." Oliver smile got bigger. "I mean if we were in your folks house alone or it was late and we were sleeping here sure but not while they are down stairs cleaning up."

"I hate you sometimes," He said to Oliver who was still smiling. "Does that mean we can actually head back down stairs now or were you telling the truth about lying to get out of cleaning." Oliver laid back on the bed. "So you weren't lying about that?"

"Nope we should stay up here a little while," Oliver pointed toward the door. "You can unlock the door now the jokes over." He thought about turning Oliver's little joke back on him by leaving the door locked and making out for a while but he was afraid they wouldn't stop. So he released the spell on the door and settled himself down on the bed beside Oliver.

"How long do you think we need to wait?" He asked suppressing a yawn finding that he was more tired than he thought. He always fell asleep quickly after dinner at his parents house, he supposed it was because of how much food his mother cooked.

"Not much longer things probably got better organized once George no longer had to go out of his way to avoid getting near me," Oliver said with a snort. "Maybe we should let Ginny tell him let him really freak out and get it over with."

"If I thought for a moment that would help and not make things worse I'd agree to it," He said turning his head to stare at Oliver. "I think George is simply going to have to work threw his issues with you on his own there isn't anything we can do about it."

"Hey you two aren't making out or anything are you?" Ginny's voice came from the door and when they said no she let herself in. She took one look at them on the bed and started snickering. "Sure the two of you weren't making out."

"We were just talking," He said a bit defensively that he knew just convinced her she was right. "What are you doing up here?" He guessed the dishes must be done if Ginny had escaped up stairs.

"Mum, said to tell you that if you needed to you two could sleep over here instead of heading back to your flat," she said and then with a wicked grin. "George sputtered a lot when Mum suggested that since he'd already agreed to stay the night here."

"As tempting as it would be, I think we'd better head back to our own flats," he said ignoring Oliver's snort. He elbowed Oliver in retaliation his little sister did not need to know that they were both crashing at his flat tonight. "Have they finished with the dishes so Oliver can stop hiding up here?" He said after Oliver elbowed him back.

"Yeah there done," Ginny said and with a friendly wave left the room leaving them alone again. Oliver got up and offered him a hand which he took and was soon pulled up to his feet. He leaned down and grabbed the messenger bag he'd charmed and they left the room.

"We are going now Mother," He said once they were back down stairs. "You can sell or give away everything that is left in my old room." His mother thanked him again for cleaning it out. Then gave them both a hug and then stepped aside to let everyone else say their goodbyes.

Once they had managed to say goodbye to everyone and receive another goodbye hug from his mother they made their escape and apparated back to his flat in London. "You know your mother is a great cook but it's exhausting going over there." He then yawned loudly. "Should we head to bed now or do you want to fool around a bit?"

After quiet a bit of fooling around they made their way to the shower to get cleaned up before bed.

"We really need to talk about your version of dirty talk," he said to Oliver before pulling him into a kiss. They made they way into the shower and he was glad they were at his flat since Oliver's shower was tiny and a pain for both of them to be in.

"Hey Perce can you get my back," Oliver said turning around to face away from him. "And what's wrong with my dirty talk." He began to soap up Oliver's back and debated how best to frame his response.

"It is just a bit well Goofy," He said as he rubbed the soap into Oliver's shoulder. "I mean your incredibly sexy but some of the things you say do detract from the mood a bit."

"Hamm I guess I should just grunt and moan more instead," Oliver said turning back to give him a wink. "Would you like the caveman route better?" He found himself picturing Oliver just making guttural sex sounds instead of the occasionally goofy, dirty talk and smiled. "You would wouldn't you man Perce's I'd heard you repressed types were secretly kinky but I'd never believed it until now."

"My back now," He said turning and let Oliver go to work on his back. He enjoyed this more than the sex sometimes having someone else's hands traveling down his back rubbing away sore muscles. He felt Oliver's hands brushing the crack of his ass and he turned back toward him. "Not ready to do that yet but soon." He felt himself blush at the smile on Oliver's face. "Let's finish washing the soap off and go to bed."

Once they were in the room he was on his way to his dresser when he saw Oliver drop his towel and climb straight into bed. "You aren't going to put anything on?" He asked and Oliver just shook his head no and motioned him to bed.

"Come on Perce live a little," Oliver said. He had never slept naked in his life not even the few times he had been with anyone sexually. He dropped his own towel and climbed into bed feeling the sheets against everything was an interesting experience. "See you in the morning Perce," Oliver said giving him a kiss.

"Goodnight Oliver," He said and pulled himself against Oliver's side enjoying the skin on skin contact with no barriers. He snuggled down and closed his eyes. He could certainly get used to this.

To be continued...