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Chapter Five

By Rosa241

I really am sorry about this afternoon, I never meant to let it slip...I keep forgetting they don't know...

"That's Oliver, but whose he talking too." Harry wonders as he stops dead on the stair case.

It's fine really just...please don't say anything else...I'd rather not worry them just yet. Percy replies, his voice sounds strange...almost sad but there's something else there. The two are silent for many moments before Oliver speaks once again.

You need to tell them

"Tell who what?" Harry wonders again as he creeps towards the bedroom door.

I will, I will just...not yet...I'll speak to them after the world cup, no sense causing trouble before hand

"Trouble?" Harry can't help but wonder whether Percy's words are to do with the little snippet of information Oliver let slip this afternoon

Oh Perce...

The sigh and emotion flowing through Oliver's words leave Harry feeling more than a little guilty. He quickly heads towards Ron's – and his for the time being – room, knowing whatever the two are discussing they obviously don't want anyone else knowing.

-HP-

I can't help but sigh heavily once again, why the hell did we have to meet him here. Stupid bloody Cedric. Oliver thought to himself whilst sending seething glares his rivals way. Up till a few months ago he and Cedric had gotten along just fine, but that was before. He'd recently found out that Cedric had a little crush on a certain best friend of his. It wasn't that Oliver was jealous – no, Percy could see who he wanted to – he just couldn't see Cedric. Oliver wasn't sure why he felt so strongly against the potential romance between the pair but he did. Cedric just wasn't good enough for Percy. Well most people aren't good enough for Percy...

A hand on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Percy rolled his eyes towards Cedric before sighing heavily.

"I'm not kidding that guys worse than you for talking about Quidditch I swear. I mean you're bad but him. Geez!" He huffed slightly, which caused Oliver to laugh. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Cedric glance their way. He couldn't help but grin to himself smugly. "I mean stats and figures are one thing but I don't care if the Chudley Cannons Seeker had an affair with his brother's wife." Percy continued his rant about Cedric for a few more minutes, which of course made Oliver smile even more. Maybe he didn't have to worry about Cedric after all.

-HP-

"Couldn't have a better spot." Mr Weasley announced after the group had finally arrived at an empty space with a small sign hammered in which read WEEZLY. "The field is just on the other side of the wood there, we're as close as could be. Right, no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on muggle land. We'll be putting up tents by hand! Shouldn't be too hard...Muggles do it all the time...Here, where do you reckon we should start?"

Mr Weasley insisted on doing most of the work himself, refusing the help of both Hermione and Oliver – the latter of whom had been camping almost every summer for the last ten years – but it was clear he had no idea what he was doing.

"Look Mr Weasley are you sure you don't want help? I've done this so many times it's like second nature." Oliver offered once again.

"No, no...doing just fine." He mumbled as he tripped over one of the pegs and landed in the dirt. "Well...maybe you could give us a hand."

With Oliver's help the twin tents were up and running in no time at all. At last they went inside and began unpacking. It was only once they'd unpacked that Percy noticed that Harry was still gazing round the tent with a memorized look in his eyes.

"Surprised Harry?" Harry blinked slightly before turning red with a sheepish expression crossing his face, apparently realising just where he was.

"I love magic." Percy couldn't help but laugh at Harrys amazement.

"We're going to need water... Ron, Harry come on, according to the map we were given there's a tap on the other side of the campsite". As Ron, Harry and Hermione wandered off Percy could hear Ron moaning – the words cookers and waste of time becoming apparent. Within minutes Oliver had dragged him out of the tent as well, he was determined to get a sneak peak at the stadium before the match tomorrow.

"Man this is so exciting! Can you believe this? Oh, Angelina is going to be so jealous...something wrong?" Oliver finally noticed how quiet his best friend had gone. Percy was gazing off into the distance with a rather odd expression on his face. Following his best friends gaze he was quick to see just what had caught his eye. "What is he doing here!" Of course they both already knew the answer. Marcus' parents worked for the ministry – doing what they couldn't tell you – and had probably gotten the tickets that way. "We can go back if you'd prefer?"

Percy shook his head and carried on walking, at this rate they were going to pass Flint – who was thankfully alone. Pulling himself up to his full height – which he was pleased to say was ever so slightly bigger than Flint's – he stepped closer to Percy. Whilst Percy was no longer afraid of Flint, Oliver had managed to stamp that out a while ago – he was definitely wary of the Slytherin. As it happened Flint said nothing, he did however send a frightful glare Percy's way, which he matched brilliantly with one of his own. Oliver couldn't help but feel pride for his best friend. They hadn't always seen eye to eye, in truth they first became friends merely because they had no one else.

Percy – partially due to the bullying – disliked being around lots of people, whilst Oliver found it difficult to find people who could stand to be around him for long periods of time. As it happened Percy had the patience of a saint – growing up with Fred and George he supposed you had to – and therefore didn't seem to mind Oliver's constant talk of Quidditch. Oliver – glad to have finally found someone who didn't tire of him within an hour – was quick to jump to Percy's defence whenever Flint poked his nose in. Add all of this up and combine it with being the only two Gryffindor's of that year they became very good friends. An elbow to his ribs brought him back to earth.

"You okay?" Percy was staring at him intently and had clearly been calling him for sometime.

"Yeah, just remembering the first time we properly spoke. Do you remember...in the library?" By the smirk that crossed his face Percy remembered just fine.

"Oh please don't remind me...that was painful!" Percy couldn't help but have his mind flashback to that day...

Flashback:

"Um...anyone...err...sitting here?" A familiar yet unfamiliar voice snatched through his current train of thought, he was about ready to tell whoever it was to get lost when his eyes met those of his roommate.

"Um...no...no one." He couldn't help his voice turning to a whisper, it wasn't his fault though. It was Marcus'...and Oliver's he supposed for being part of the Quidditch crowd. It always seemed as though it was that lot that bothered him. "Feel free."

The two sat in an uncomfortable silence, before Percy finally felt the need to ask. He just couldn't help curiosity getting the better of him.

"I thought...I thought you were...sat over...there." He immediately regretted his words as a look of anger crossed his roommates face. It was a moment before Oliver answered.

"They don't want me to...apparently I'm boring." He looked like he was upset, he clearly didn't want to talk about it but once again curiosity got the better of Percy.

"Boring? How can you be boring? You're on the Quidditch team! Everyone likes you." He felt his face heat up as he registered the words he'd just spoken.

"They said I talk too much about Quidditch...they said it was getting boring and they didn't want me around if I was going to be boring." Percy couldn't understand it, how could they call him boring? He was a lot more interesting than Percy was; at least that's what he thought. Percy had been told by his own brothers that he was boring; he couldn't understand why anyone would think Oliver was boring.

"My brothers said I was boring. They say I'm too obsessed with work..." It didn't take long before Percy and Oliver were arguing over who was more boring, so much so that Madam Prince actually came over and told them to be quiet.

End Flashback:

"The first and only time I've ever been told off for being too loud and it's the first time I speak to you." He still couldn't help but laugh at the trouble he'd gotten into since befriending Oliver, as a matter of fact the only time he got in trouble was because of Oliver.

As the pair wandered back to the tent – after many failed attempts of Oliver trying to get into the stadium – a comfortable silence fell over them. They often sat in their room in total silence and neither ever felt uncomfortable. The true mark of friendship, or at least Percy thought, wasn't the amount of words you said, but the number you no longer needed too.

-HP-

"Bill?" Charlie had been waiting for some time to ask the question but only now dared voice it. "Percy...and Oliver..."

"Don't!" Bill gave him a knowing look before turning back to the rows of tents. "Those two need to figure it out in their own time; you keep your nose out. You'll only cause problems." Before he could respond and argue his point two voices caught their ears.

"Oh Oliver for pity's sake how can someone as elegant on a broom as you be so clumsy on the ground! Ow! Oh that hurt!" The pair burst into laughter as they watched the ensuing scene, one that resulted in the young keeper releasing a rather long string of curses as he once again hit the ground.

"You need a hand?" Bill yelled above Charlie's laughter, unable to completely stop his own laughter. Oliver stuck his tongue out at Charlie before grabbing Percy's hand and being pulled to his feet. "Here, which ways the tent...pretty sure we're lost."

"It's this way." Bill sent a look Charlie's way, silently reminding him to mind his own business before following after his brother. He knew how frustrated Charlie was but sooner or later Percy and Oliver would realise how perfect they were for each other. All they had to do was wait.

Okay, not very long I know but the next chapter will be longer...and better. R&R.