FIC: Something About Percy (Percy/Oliver - 980 - PG-13)
Title: Something About Percy
Author: ANON
Pairing(s): Percy/Oliver
Prompt: Percy/Oliver - Christmas day snowball fight
Word Count: 980
Rating: PG13
Contains (Highlight to view): *Suggestion*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you, sw33tch3rrypi3 for the beta, and happy holidays to everyone else!
Summary: Oliver spends the hols at the Burrow, surrounded by Weasleys. One Weasley, in particular, has caught his fancy.
Oliver stepped from the Floo and was met with what looked like a riot.
There were gingers everywhere, and they were talking, laughing, and yelling to be heard over the din. It reminded Oliver of the Gryffindor common room after a Quidditch win over Slytherin. He hesitated, unsure if he should wade into the fray or escape while he still could.
"Oliver, glad you could make it!"
Oliver turned his head and saw George sitting at one end of the sofa, along with his wife, Angelina. He was jiggling a crying baby on one knee and balancing a glass of wine on the other. It was George who had invited Oliver to spend the hols at the Burrow, when he learned that Oliver's parents were abroad, and that he had no one to celebrate with.
Oliver raised a hand in greeting and slogged forward, through a seething mass of ginger children. George scooted over on the sofa, making room, and Oliver sat next to him. Percy immediately pressed a glass of wine into Oliver's hand, and he nodded his thanks. Oliver felt his face heat, which he hoped would go unnoticed amidst all of the activity around him. There was just something about Percy that caused Oliver's heart to beat faster. He took a sip of wine to cover his embarrassment.
"Dinner!" boomed Arthur's voice.
"You arrived just in time, mate," said George. He handed the baby to Angelina, slapped Oliver's thigh, and stood up. Oliver joined him and followed George and the others to the dining area.
Dinner could best be described as organized chaos. Oliver hadn't seen such a feast since he'd left Hogwarts. There was roasted goose, potatoes and gravy, stuffing, vegetables, fruit salads, and flaky rolls. Oliver was uncomfortably full, but when Molly brought out the pies, he couldn't say no.
"Would you like to try the apple pie, dear?" Molly asked as she whisked away Oliver's dessert plate.
"Thank you, Mrs Weasley, but I couldn't possibly eat any more pie," said Oliver.
"May we open gifts now?" piped up one of the little Weasleys. Oliver wasn't sure which one it was. The other children took up the chant.
"Gifts! Gifts! Gifts!"
Arthur and Molly relented, and the entire family returned to the crowded living room, where Arthur and Bill began handing out presents.
Oliver took it all in, enjoying the children's delighted squeals as each new treasure was revealed. No one was more surprised than he was when Bill handed him a gift.
Bill shrugged. "Your name is on the tag," he said.
Oliver glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him. He opened the gift and felt his eyes widen. Inside was a cozy brown jumper with a large, tan O on the front. How he'd always envied the Weasley boys their thick, homemade jumpers, and now he had one of his very own.
"Will that fit, do you think?" asked Mrs Weasley.
Oliver lifted it reverently from the box and shook it out. "It's perfect, Mrs Weasley," he replied. "Thank you."
She beamed at the praise and began helping one of the little ginger girls don a small, pink knitted jumper.
Oliver removed his cardigan and pulled the jumper over his head, sighing in delight as he was enveloped in warmth. He glanced up to see Percy watching him, and Oliver felt his face get warm again.
Eventually, the gifts were opened and the aftermath dealt with using wands and magic. The children whooped and laughed, playing with new toys and roughhousing with one another.
"Boys, why don't you take the kids outside to play?" suggested Arthur. "Get the sleds out of the shed, or have a snowball fight."
"Yeah! A snowball fight!" cried one exuberant boy.
Oliver couldn't recall the last time he'd engaged in a snowball fight. Probably back at Hogwarts, he reckoned. He joined in the rush to don coats, boots, hats, scarves, and gloves.
Once outside, Bill and Charlie quickly divided the participants into teams. Oliver was disappointed to see he was not on the same team as Percy. Nevertheless, he quickly got into the spirit of things. There was no magic allowed; the combatants had to scoop up snow, form their missiles by hand, and throw them at their targets. Oliver was pelted with a fair number of snowballs, but he was giving as good as he got.
As the battle raged, the teams spread out, with people running all over and seeking shelter behind trees and bushes. Oliver peered out from behind a tree and was instantly clobbered in the head with a densely-packed snowball. He fell back, landing heavily in the snow.
"Oliver!"
Oliver thought he heard someone call his name, but it was difficult to tell, what with the ringing in his ears.
"Oliver, are you alright, mate?"
He blinked his eyes open, and Percy's face came into focus. "Who hit me?" groaned Oliver, levering himself upright.
Percy winced and mumbled something under his breath.
"Sorry?"
"It was me," Percy admitted. "I didn't mean to hit you in the head, but my aim is bloody awful, even Mum says so." He paused and bit his lip in an endearing manner. "Are you in pain?"
Oliver recognized an opening when he saw one, and he mustered his Gryffindor courage and replied, "Yeah, but you can kiss it and make it better."
Percy's mouth opened and closed. Twice. Then, a glint of Gryffindor bravado entered his own eyes. He tilted his head and pressed his chilled lips to Oliver's. It was tentative and awkward when their noses bumped together, but it was also the most brilliant kiss of Oliver's life.
Percy drew back, his cheeks pink from more than just the cold. "H-how was that?" he asked.
"Fantastic," Oliver breathed. "Happy Christmas, Percy."
"Happy Christmas, Oliver."
"Get a room!" shouted Charlie.
Author: ANON
Pairing(s): Percy/Oliver
Prompt: Percy/Oliver - Christmas day snowball fight
Word Count: 980
Rating: PG13
Contains (Highlight to view): *Suggestion*
Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Notes: Thank you, sw33tch3rrypi3 for the beta, and happy holidays to everyone else!
Summary: Oliver spends the hols at the Burrow, surrounded by Weasleys. One Weasley, in particular, has caught his fancy.
Oliver stepped from the Floo and was met with what looked like a riot.
There were gingers everywhere, and they were talking, laughing, and yelling to be heard over the din. It reminded Oliver of the Gryffindor common room after a Quidditch win over Slytherin. He hesitated, unsure if he should wade into the fray or escape while he still could.
"Oliver, glad you could make it!"
Oliver turned his head and saw George sitting at one end of the sofa, along with his wife, Angelina. He was jiggling a crying baby on one knee and balancing a glass of wine on the other. It was George who had invited Oliver to spend the hols at the Burrow, when he learned that Oliver's parents were abroad, and that he had no one to celebrate with.
Oliver raised a hand in greeting and slogged forward, through a seething mass of ginger children. George scooted over on the sofa, making room, and Oliver sat next to him. Percy immediately pressed a glass of wine into Oliver's hand, and he nodded his thanks. Oliver felt his face heat, which he hoped would go unnoticed amidst all of the activity around him. There was just something about Percy that caused Oliver's heart to beat faster. He took a sip of wine to cover his embarrassment.
"Dinner!" boomed Arthur's voice.
"You arrived just in time, mate," said George. He handed the baby to Angelina, slapped Oliver's thigh, and stood up. Oliver joined him and followed George and the others to the dining area.
Dinner could best be described as organized chaos. Oliver hadn't seen such a feast since he'd left Hogwarts. There was roasted goose, potatoes and gravy, stuffing, vegetables, fruit salads, and flaky rolls. Oliver was uncomfortably full, but when Molly brought out the pies, he couldn't say no.
"Would you like to try the apple pie, dear?" Molly asked as she whisked away Oliver's dessert plate.
"Thank you, Mrs Weasley, but I couldn't possibly eat any more pie," said Oliver.
"May we open gifts now?" piped up one of the little Weasleys. Oliver wasn't sure which one it was. The other children took up the chant.
"Gifts! Gifts! Gifts!"
Arthur and Molly relented, and the entire family returned to the crowded living room, where Arthur and Bill began handing out presents.
Oliver took it all in, enjoying the children's delighted squeals as each new treasure was revealed. No one was more surprised than he was when Bill handed him a gift.
Bill shrugged. "Your name is on the tag," he said.
Oliver glanced around, but no one seemed to be paying any attention to him. He opened the gift and felt his eyes widen. Inside was a cozy brown jumper with a large, tan O on the front. How he'd always envied the Weasley boys their thick, homemade jumpers, and now he had one of his very own.
"Will that fit, do you think?" asked Mrs Weasley.
Oliver lifted it reverently from the box and shook it out. "It's perfect, Mrs Weasley," he replied. "Thank you."
She beamed at the praise and began helping one of the little ginger girls don a small, pink knitted jumper.
Oliver removed his cardigan and pulled the jumper over his head, sighing in delight as he was enveloped in warmth. He glanced up to see Percy watching him, and Oliver felt his face get warm again.
Eventually, the gifts were opened and the aftermath dealt with using wands and magic. The children whooped and laughed, playing with new toys and roughhousing with one another.
"Boys, why don't you take the kids outside to play?" suggested Arthur. "Get the sleds out of the shed, or have a snowball fight."
"Yeah! A snowball fight!" cried one exuberant boy.
Oliver couldn't recall the last time he'd engaged in a snowball fight. Probably back at Hogwarts, he reckoned. He joined in the rush to don coats, boots, hats, scarves, and gloves.
Once outside, Bill and Charlie quickly divided the participants into teams. Oliver was disappointed to see he was not on the same team as Percy. Nevertheless, he quickly got into the spirit of things. There was no magic allowed; the combatants had to scoop up snow, form their missiles by hand, and throw them at their targets. Oliver was pelted with a fair number of snowballs, but he was giving as good as he got.
As the battle raged, the teams spread out, with people running all over and seeking shelter behind trees and bushes. Oliver peered out from behind a tree and was instantly clobbered in the head with a densely-packed snowball. He fell back, landing heavily in the snow.
"Oliver!"
Oliver thought he heard someone call his name, but it was difficult to tell, what with the ringing in his ears.
"Oliver, are you alright, mate?"
He blinked his eyes open, and Percy's face came into focus. "Who hit me?" groaned Oliver, levering himself upright.
Percy winced and mumbled something under his breath.
"Sorry?"
"It was me," Percy admitted. "I didn't mean to hit you in the head, but my aim is bloody awful, even Mum says so." He paused and bit his lip in an endearing manner. "Are you in pain?"
Oliver recognized an opening when he saw one, and he mustered his Gryffindor courage and replied, "Yeah, but you can kiss it and make it better."
Percy's mouth opened and closed. Twice. Then, a glint of Gryffindor bravado entered his own eyes. He tilted his head and pressed his chilled lips to Oliver's. It was tentative and awkward when their noses bumped together, but it was also the most brilliant kiss of Oliver's life.
Percy drew back, his cheeks pink from more than just the cold. "H-how was that?" he asked.
"Fantastic," Oliver breathed. "Happy Christmas, Percy."
"Happy Christmas, Oliver."
"Get a room!" shouted Charlie.