A/N: Percy and Oliver go to Hogsmeade. Percy/Oliver.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Chapter 5 - The Date
It was the weekend and the day of the Hogsmeade trip. Percy sat on his bed alone in the dorm room, his leg bobbing up and down as he waited for Oliver to exit the bathroom. He had woken up very early, even earlier than Oliver, and had been ready for hours. He had been anticipating this day all week and now it was finally here.
He tugged at his scarf, wondering if he should take it off for a moment since he was actually beginning to sweat a bit. But maybe that was just nerves. He wanted this day to go perfectly and he couldn't deny just how worried he felt.
However, before he could dwell any further, the door opened and Oliver stepped out, looking as fresh and well-groomed as ever. He offered Percy a wide grin as he walked over to his own bed and picked up his coat, hat and scarf. "Ready to go?" he asked.
Percy swallowed and nodded, not trusting himself to speak without stammering, before he rose from his bed and followed Oliver out of the dorm room.
This was so strange, Percy thought as they trudged through the snow along the path to Hogsmeade. This wasn't the first time he and Oliver had gone to Hogsmeade together. Ever since Third Year, they were frequent patrons of all the shops in the village and had a great time together. They were talking, laughing and having a great time together.
However, today, everything was different. He couldn't truly focus on anything Oliver tried to say, and could only offer one or two word responses. His eyes kept straying to Oliver's hand swinging at his side and he wondered if he should reach out and grab it. Or maybe that was too forward. Maybe, he should-
"Percy? Percy!" Oliver shouted.
"What?" Percy asked, shaking his head as he looked back into Oliver's face.
"I know today is a special day, but I don't want you to feel weird. We'll just take things slow and easy and hang like we normally do okay?"
Percy took a deep breath before he smiled. "Alright then. So, Honeydukes first?"
Oliver smiled back and clapped Percy on the back. "But of course."
Things went much more smoothly as the day progressed. After they picked up a couple Chocolate Frogs, and Oliver's favourite treat, Sugar Quills, they headed into the book store for Percy so he could check out their newest stock. And no day in Hogsmeade would be complete without a stop at the Quidditch store. Percy always loved to watch Oliver gush about the specifications of the latest broom.
Currently, they were sitting at a table in the Three Broomsticks, a butterbeer in each of their hands as they laughed over the events that had transpired in Professor McGonagall's class the day before.
"I still can't believe Montgomery set her hat on fire," Oliver said, clutching his stomach as he let out a hearty laugh.
Percy chuckled. "Well, you know Montgomery has never been the best at Transfiguration. I'm surprised he chose to keep the subject."
"He had nothing else to fall back on. It was either Transfiguration or-"
Percy never heard the second subject, since at that moment, a pair of hands came to cover Oliver's eyes. "Guess who?" the girl said, unable to keep the giggle out of her voice as she whispered in the brown-haired boy's ear.
Oliver pulled her hands out of his eyes. "Oh, hi, Theresa. What brings you here?"
The blonde twirled a lock of her hair around her fingers as she leaned against Oliver, her green eyes bright and shining. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go to the Shrieking Shack with me," she said, fluttering her eyelashes.
Percy turned away with a scowl, staring at his bottle. He had heard enough about Theresa Golding to know she was everyone's dream girl. She was cute, funny and very smart, and now, it seemed she had set her sights on Oliver.
And why wouldn't she? Oliver was a very attractive boy himself and he had had his share of pretty girls throwing themselves at him over the years. Percy couldn't compete with any of them, and soon, Oliver would rise from the table and leave with Theresa and-
"Actually, I'm on a date, Theresa," Oliver said.
Theresa's eyes flashed before she looked all about the restaurant. "Where is she? In the loo?"
"He is sitting right here," Oliver said, motioning towards the redhead. "I'm sure you know Percy."
Theresa looked at Percy, her mouth opening and closing as she tried to understand what was happening. Then she laughed and said, "Oh, you're so funny, Oliver."
"I'm serious," Oliver said. He reached across the table and held Percy's hand. "Percy and I are on a date."
The blonde scowled before she said, "Well, Oliver, whenever you're done with this little... phase, come find me." She turned around with a flash of her hair as she walked away.
Percy watched her retreating back before he looked down at his and Oliver's intertwined hands. "You know you didn't have to do that," Percy said. "If you were interested in her, you could have-"
"I'm on a date with you," Oliver interrupted. "And there's no one else I'd rather be with." He leaned over and placed his lips on Percy's. This kiss was slower, purposeful, more powerful and Percy wished it would never end.
Oliver pulled away and smiled. "Ready to go back to the castle?" he asked.
Percy nodded as they rose to their feet and walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.