A/N: Percy forgets an anniversary. Percy/Oliver.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 2 - The Anniversary

Percy drew his night shirt over his head as he walked out of the bathroom. The events of the day had finally caught up with him and now all he felt like doing was sleeping. He placed his glasses carefully on the top of his trunk before he threw himself onto his bed and closed his eyes to drift off to sleep.

The bathroom door creaked open but Percy merely rolled over. It was probably just Oliver finishing up his shower. But then he heard the boy say, "Oh, Percy, I almost forgot. Friday's coming up."

Percy's brow knitted over his closed eyes. Friday? They just got back to Hogwarts. What was so special about the coming Friday?

He rolled over, ready to ask Oliver what he was talking about when he came face first with Oliver's toned nude body, the boy's waist at eye-level. Since Oliver was used to the Quidditch locker room showers, he held no shame when it came to others seeing him partially or completely naked.

It took Percy a few moments to remember to breathe, before he averted his eyes. He cleared his throat before he asked, "What's Friday?"

The other boy laughed, leaning over Percy to shove him. "Are you kidding me? Don't tell me you've forgotten our anniversary."

Percy's face grew warm at Oliver's touch, knowing just how close he was to other parts of the boy's body. "I- I-"

Oliver laughed before he straightened up and walked over to his trunk. "I'll leave it a surprise. Just make sure you wake up early Friday morning," he said, as he pulled on his sweatpants and nightshirt over his body. He bid Percy goodnight as he lay down in his own bed and fell promptly asleep.

It took Percy several hours to finally get to sleep, thoughts of the forgotten anniversary mingling with fantasies of his best friend's naked body.

"Luke," Percy whispered to the Ravenclaw boy sitting next to him. They were in Ancient Runes, one of the only classes the two of them shared without Oliver. "Can I ask you something?"

The boy looked up from his parchment and said, "Usually I'm the one asking you for help, Percy."

"This isn't about Ancient Runes," Percy said. "What happening this Friday? Oliver mentioned something about it last night." He had been trying all day to remember on his own but nothing was coming to him.

Luke thought for a moment. "Friday, Friday, that's the Fourth, right?" Then he grinned. "How could you forget, Percy? That day was great."

Percy frowned. So there really was some important thing on Friday, and even Luke remembered, but he didn't?

Luke began to laugh at Percy's expression. "You really don't remember, do you? Well, I'm not going to spoil anything. It'll be more fun this way."

Percy tried all week to remember what Friday was, continuously pestering Luke and sneakily asking Oliver, but they both wouldn't tell. They simply gave him wide, knowing grins before they changed the subject or walked away.

It was driving him crazy. As far as he was concerned, only couples celebrated anniversaries and though he would have liked it to be one of those kinds of anniversaries, he was sure it was anything but. Oliver was still oblivious to his feelings, and Percy still hadn't figured out a way to tell him.

He fell into a restful sleep Thursday night, wondering how he could forget something that was obviously important to Oliver.

It was a few hours later when he was jostled awake. He flailed his arms wildly, ready to scream when a hand held tightly over his mouth.

"Shhhhh," someone said in the darkness.

When Percy finally had calmed down, he could make out the fuzzy image of his best friend standing next to his bed. He quirked an eyebrow up at the young man, then looked pointedly at the hand covering his mouth.

Oliver removed his hand and said, "Come," making his way out of the dormitory without waiting for Percy. Percy slipped on his glasses and padded after the other boy, leaving their other dorm-mates sleeping in their beds.

He followed Oliver through the lightening castle as they slipped out onto the grounds, the sun barely peaking over the tops of the trees of the Forest. Soon, they were on the Quidditch Pitch. Percy looked about him before he finally asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

Oliver stopped his steps before turning to face the red-haired boy. He seemed to be searching Percy's face before his mouth fell. "You really don't remember," he said softly. "I thought you would eventually."

"Remember what?" Percy asked.

Oliver sped up towards the broomshed and returned with two brooms. That's when it all came back to Percy.

"You've never flown on a broom!" Oliver shouted, his voice loud enough to disturb a few birds in the nearby trees. He was looking at the red-haired boy across from him as if he had just told him he was actually two goblins standing on each other's shoulders.

"Of course I've flown on a broom," Percy said defensively. "I've just never flown on a broom here," he said, spreading his arms wide. They were out on the Quidditch Pitch, Oliver inviting Percy as he took a morning fly. After a long first week of school, he needed to destress with some flying.

"What about First Year flying lessons?" Oliver asked.

"Don't you remember? Every time I tried, I'd break something until eventually Madame Hooch told me to sit them out.

Oliver nodded before he had an idea. He flew down to the broomshed before returning to Percy in the stands. "We're going to fly. Now."

Percy warily took the broom and mounted it, taking off into the air behind Oliver. The wind mussed his hair and his glasses threatened to fly off his face but he didn't care. The thrill of the sky and Oliver's smiling face made everything worth it.

They began to race, once, twice and then three times around the Quidditch Pitch, each time Percy just a few inches behind the other boy. Then on the last lap, Percy pulled ahead, much to both their surprise. He smiled to himself. He was actually going to win this one.

Unfortunately, his momentary distraction caused him to lose his balance. His broom began to waver beneath him as he loss control. He crashed into one of the goal posts before falling a few feet onto his wrist.

A few hours later, Luke was laughing as Oliver recounted their morning adventures. "This is just like First Year all over again."

Oliver let out a low chuckle upon seeing Percy's scowl. "I guess you won't be flying again," he said.

Percy looked down at his healed wrist. He was very accident-prone on a broom, which was why his brothers hated playing with him and he never tried out for the Quidditch team. But then he remembered the exhilaration and the joy on Oliver's face. "Ask me again in about a year," he said. "It'll be our anniversary."

Oliver grinned before clapping him on the back. "I'll hold you to it."

"I remember," Percy said.

The bright spark returned to Oliver's eyes. "Took you long enough," he said. "I don't see how someone can forget breaking their wrist."

Percy frowned. "A lot has happened since," he said. Last year, there was all that nonsense about the Heir of Slytherin, which turned out to be his sister possessed by some spirit. It was easy to forget their morning fly.

Oliver bit his lip, looking sheepishly at the red-haired boy. "I'm sorry, Percy. If you don't want to do this again, it's fine. We can just go back inside."

Percy thought for a moment. Last year was a bad year, but that morning with Oliver was easily the best of his life. "Give me the broom," he said.

Oliver smiled as he handed it over, and they take off into the air. Again, the wind blew threw his hair and his glasses almost fell off his face, but Oliver's joy was infectious and he let out a loud hoot. This was definitely a pleasant anniversary to celebrate.