A/N: Percy finally acts on his feelings. Still Percy/Oliver.

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The Things I Would Do For You Competition: Get hurt trying to save you from falling off your broom

Chapter 4 - Overworked

Percy looked up from the ground, watching the brown-haired boy move from goal to goal with a worried expression. Since it was his last year to win the House Cup, Oliver had been running himself ragged all week and it was starting to show. Between his lessons, his practices with the rest of the Quidditch team, and his own early morning practices, he hardly left any time for rest or sleep, thinking only of perfecting his performance.

"Maybe we should go back inside," he called up to the boy. "You could get a few more hours of sleep before breakfast."

Oliver blocked a charmed quaffle from zooming through the centre hoop, while using the bristles of his broom to knock away another which was heading for the right hoop.

"No," he called down, without looking at Percy. "I wanna stay out here a while longer."

Percy bit his lip before he looked towards the entrance of the pitch. He had followed Oliver out here this morning in an effort to possibly get him to take it easier, hoping if he had let him get in some training time, Oliver would be more willing to leave early. Apparently that wasn't happening, and Oliver didn't care if he was there or not. Should he truly go, or should he continue to wait it out with the brown-haired boy?

Then he had an idea. Maybe, he could get something from the kitchens, a couple cups of tea or coffee. He could bribe the boy down from the sky and they could held inside and sit in the common room together.

But there an odd whooshing noise from above, along with the fluttering sound of fabric. Percy looked up to see Oliver falling from the sky, his broom held limply between his legs as his clothes wrapped around him.

Percy ran as fast as he could towards the boy as he plummeted to the ground, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. Had he finally done it, tuckered himself out so much, he completely passed out.

Oomph!

Percy had gotten there just in time for Oliver to land right on top of him, knocking the air out of his lungs as his body cushioned the brown-haired boy's fall. He screamed out in pain as he landed awkwardly on his ankle, but there was no time for that. He had to tend to Oliver.

"Oliver! Oliver! Wake up!" Percy cried, rolling the boy onto his back and slapping his face.

Oliver took a deep breath as he slowly opened his eyes. He groaned as he rubbed his back. "Why does it feel like I ran into a train?" he asked.

"Well, you kind of fell from the sky and landed on me," Percy said with a nervous grin.

Oliver looked around him before he asked, "But weren't you over there near the bottom of the Ravenclaw stands?"

A blush crept up Percy's neck. "Well, I panicked and ran over here to catch you," he said.

Oliver grinned. "Thanks, mate. I'd probably have broken something if it hadn't been for you."

Percy nodded, as he graciously accepted the other boy's praise. Then he noticed just how close they were. Oliver was still lying on his back in the grass, and Percy was practically lying on top of him, feeling the slow rise and fall of his chest. His eyes focused on Oliver's face, studying the soft flecks in his brown eyes and the way he licked his lips.

It was now or never, and Percy chose now. He lessened between them as he softly placed his lips over Oliver's.

It took him just a minute to realize what he had done, before he pulled back, staring at the other boy with wide eyes. Oliver simply looked back at him, a hand moving up to his lips.

"Maybe we should," Percy began, moving off the other boy and then letting out an anguished groan.

He looked down to see he had injured his ankle worse than he first thought and it was slowly swelling.

"Come," Oliver said, getting to his feet and allowing Percy to lean on his shoulders. "Let's go to the Hospital Wing."

Oliver grabbed his broom and they made their way slowly across the Quidditch Pitch towards the entrance and back to the castle, Percy trying not to lean too much of his weight on the other boy.

He had ruined everything with his impulsive act and he was sure Oliver wouldn't want to talk to him after they got to the Hospital Wing. It wasn't every day your best friend gave you a kiss, and that was assuming Oliver even swung that way.

"Oliver, I-" Percy began.

"You know, there's a Hogsmeade weekend next week, right?" Oliver asked, interrupting the redhead.

Percy simply stared back at the brown-haired boy, wondering why he was bringing that up now. "Yes, and?"

"We could go together," Oliver said with a grin.

Percy's mouth fell open. Was Oliver saying what he thought he was saying? "Just the two of us?" Percy asked. "On a date?"

Oliver nodded. "Sure, why not?"

Percy couldn't believe his luck. Oliver didn't think he was weird or a freak, he wasn't shunning him. He actually want to go out with him, together. "Sure," Percy said with a smile.