A/N: Not actually part of the Slash/Femmslash BC. But eh. This is my humble apology to Paula and Sam for all the angst and heartbreak. Have some somewhat fluffy Perciver.
He's following his dreams. Quidditch. Being the best damn Keeper in history.
You're pretending to follow your dreams. Work. Making a name for yourself and becoming more than some bloke from a poor family.
"You'll forget all about me," you say. You try to keep your tone light, as though you're making a joke, but the accusation bleeds through.
Oliver rolls his eyes. "I won't."
You want to protest. Why would he bother with you? Soon, he'll be famous, and he'll be able to have anyone he wants. But before the fear can slide off your tongue, he's kissing you hard and deep, the way you haven't kissed in years.
"I love you, Perce," he mutters, trailing little kisses down your cheek. "Nothing will ever change that."