Percy was headed to Defense Against the Dark Arts when he literally ran into Oliver Wood in the Gryffindor common room. They both apologized and Percy headed out.

"You have a lot of classes with me, right?" Oliver said behind Percy. He had followed him.

"It would appear so." Percy replied bitterly. He was beginning not to like this guy ever since the breakfast incident and it just so happened they shared most classes together. The only classes they didn't have together were Transfiguration and Arithmancy.

"You have Defense Against the Dark Arts with me, right?" Oliver asked.

"That's a correct observation…about a few weeks late."

"Sorry, I haven't paying attention to much lately. Only Quidditch on my mind. I'm the captain, you know."

"Yes, and I'm a prefect."

Oliver laughed and pretend punched him in the arm. Taken aback, Percy paused momentarily but continued walking when he realized that he was in no danger.

"You're quite funny." Oliver said. He was still chuckling.

"You're quite…" Percy was about to say "annoying" but stopped before any feelings were hurt. Oliver was apparently waiting to hear what he was but Percy never said it. Thankfully, Oliver didn't ask about it.

As they walked into Professor Quirrell's room Percy began heading toward his usual seat at the front of the class. However, he was abruptly stopped. He sighed and turned to see that Oliver had taken hold of him by the robes.

"Oliver, I do believe you've accidentally taken ahold of my robe. If you would do me the favor of letting go, please." Percy said calmly.

"Let's sit in the back." Oliver suggested.

"You, by all means are welcomed to sit in the back. However, I will sit in the front," he said assertively and smugly added, "join me if you'd like."

He wasn't expecting Oliver to follow him but to his surprise, Oliver sat next to him. This is going to be a long lesson. And surely enough it was. Percy found himself absolutely bored with Quirrell because all they were doing was reviewing last year's materials. Needless to say, Percy had mastered all of those subjects. Maybe it was his need to keep busy, or maybe it was out of habit, but Percy wrote down every little detail that Quirrell would spit at them despite it being old news.

Percy put down his quill to shake out his hand. Then suddenly Oliver placed a small piece of parchment on top of his notes and pretended to have been reading the whole time. Percy sighed and picked it up. It read:

Are you as bored as I am?

So, are you really, really, secretly into quidditch?

Percy looked over at Oliver who in return gave a small, quick smile and went back to his "reading." I need to focus. He tore up the paper and moved it to the corner of the desk. Oliver, Percy could see from his peripheral, was offended. Oliver's smile morphed into frown that was unworthy to be on the face of such a guy, Percy thought. He felt guilty. Merlin, I suppose I could humor the kid.

"Oliver…" Percy whispered. He was sure that Oliver had heard him but had apparently decided to ignore him. Percy stared at the side of Oliver's face and couldn't help but notice that he had very attractive features. His facial features were masculine, yet he looked very innocent…almost cute, he supposed. Then he felt bad that he was the reason for his frowning and started to think of ways to reverse his actions. When nothing he tried worked he began to panic and attempted the last thing on his mind.

"Er…Oliver" Percy whispered and this time nudged him in the ribs. Oliver looked at him expectantly. Percy looked around for Professor Quirrell and when the coast was clear he whipped out his wand.

"Reparo." Percy whispered as he pointed his wand at the torn pieces of paper. The parchment put itself together. Percy grabbed the parchment and his quill and wrote:

So bored I could kill myself. (I KNOW ALL of this!)

Yes, I love Quidditch so much that the mere mention of a quaffle makes me orgasm! Be warned.

He handed the note to Oliver who seemed to have forgotten that he was upset. When he read what Percy had wrote his face turned red as he tried to suppress a laugh. Percy watched his smile. There was something irresistible in the way his lips curled upwards. Something contagious. Something that Percy very much wanted to catch. As he watched the keeper smile, he too found that an enormous grin was spreading on his face. I've caught it.