Disclaimer: It's all JK Rowling, though I'm not sure she'd
be much into this,
but then again, you never can tell. Darkness had fallen over Howgarts that night in a thick blanket. Much of the Christmas celebrations had come and gone and Percy found himself tired after the dinner feast. But alas, there was indeed more celebrating to be done, and Percy looked down upon Harry Potter's invisibility cloak with wonder and childlike glee. As prefect, Percy knew many of the hiding places Hogwarts had to offer, but as a fifth year, Percy had also exhausted those hiding places in his younger years. That left him little option, outside magic, when it came to meeting Oliver. In the course of a day, Percy Weasley set eyes upon Oliver Wood dozens upon dozens of times. Eyes would light and dance upon meeting before thickly veiled curtains fell before them and gazes would seek more... undesirable targets. Professor McGonagall, the thick stonewalls that surrounded them, anything to avoid the knowing smiles that crept onto their daringly happy faces. They would then move on, past each other, with their robes swishing together momentarily and scents mingling in their breath. And for the last year, Percy had been happy with this. He'd been happy with every moment he and Oliver had afforded each other. Somehow, however, possibilities had begun creeping into Percy's mind. His time with Oliver had always been spent with longing glances and the search for ways to touch him, some way, anyway to show the other boy his devotion. For the most part, Oliver responded in kind but their positions in Gryffindor and at Hogwarts prevented them from the daring step from fantasy to reality. And Percy was more than ready to pluck Oliver from center stage of his own little dream theater and turn fiction into fact. Fact that Percy hoped would come to fruition with the help of Harry Potter's invisibility cloak. He had to thank Ron for spilling the beans with regards to Harry's cloak. And while, he had been a little remiss to ask a favor of a first year, the possibility of sneaking about the school, settled safely under the cloak with Oliver, had given Percy more than enough reason to swallow his prefect pride and go to Harry. After dishing Harry a story about the Restricted section of the library, the first year had, with some reservation, handed over the cloak. Oliver had arrived in Percy's room right on time. Since Percy had known him, he had come to appreciate Oliver's penchant for being prompt. Upon seeing him, Percy's mouth had curled into a nervous smile. Looking at the other boy far longer than he should, Percy felt warm under the intensity of Oliver's gaze. Percy glanced quickly at the sleeping form of his roommate. "You ready then?" Percy asked quietly, pulling the cloak from his perfectly made bed. Oliver nodded, eyes unchanging and showing none of the nervousness Percy kept battling inside of him. "Very well," Percy moved to Oliver's side and pulled the cloak over them both. "We don't quite fit," he breathed, eyes avoiding Oliver's. Ron had told him that he and Harry had fit quite comfortably under the invisibility cloak but Percy found that bigger boys needed a slightly larger cloak. "Not to worry," Oliver whispered and huddled closer to Percy. Percy felt Wood's arm slide behind his back before resting at his side, the other boy's fingers curled in the material of his sweater, the green sweater with the giant 'P' on it. "See, we've got it." Percy moved his own arm around Oliver as he fought to control the urge to hyperventilate. He then looked to the other boy and nodded. "Alright then?" Wood nodded and the two boys moved together out of the dormitories and out of Gryffindor Tower. After finding a comfortable stride, Percy and Oliver made their way through the dark halls of the castle towards the library. Percy felt painfully aware of the strength of Oliver's hands as his fingers gripped his clothing and his anxiousness only intensified. Thinking about this and actually doing it were two completely different things and Percy had begun questioning his ability to actually go through with it. But then he turned a quick eye to Oliver and found his friend watching him thoughtfully. "Alright then?" Oliver asked softly, as they stopped before the library entrance. Percy smiled then and nodded, still nervous but quite sure. And the two boys entered the library and moved quickly towards the back of the room to the Restricted Section. They moved past a row of books and settled down between the shelves. His arm free from Oliver's side, Percy guided the cloak off their shoulders and let it fall safely behind him. He took his wand from his pocket and lit a small candle. It gave them very little by way of light but Percy found the soft flicker comforting. And when he finally looked to Oliver, he could do nothing but smile at how the soft glow illuminated the boy's face. "You know, of course," Percy spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "That we can be expelled for this. Or least-" "But that's the fun of it, Weasley," Oliver smiled, his enthusiasm radiating. "Besides, that's if we get caught, which we won't. We'll just have to be extra quiet." Percy nodded. He wished he wasn't so nervous. He was a Gryffindor prefect after all, a Gryffindor prefect breaking too many rules by simply being here with Gryffindor's Keeper, and the deepest desire of his heart. "Do you know what to do exactly?" Oliver's brow lifted in consideration. "I suppose it's not much different than doing it with yourself." Percy shrugged awkwardly. "I reckon it's not." "I've given some thought as to how I might, we might, and well, I just kept thinking about my broomstick." Percy's cheeks warmed in a flush as he thought of Oliver's hands on his broomstick. And yet letting his mind wander further, Percy had to giggle. "I've seen what you do with that broomstick, I'd rather not have it quite that rough." Oliver, tickled that he'd noticed, smiled. "I suppose you wouldn't. You'll have to tell me then, how you like it. I know how I like it." Oliver's smile widened mischievously before he finally leaned closer and kissed Percy. It was enough to make Percy gasp, that first kiss, that initial feeling of Oliver's soft lips stiffly touching his. In his head, he thought it might be different, more fluid somehow, and he realized he didn't at all know what he was doing. But then he felt Oliver's warm hand on his cheek and Percy yielded. His mouth opened and he felt Oliver smile against him. It was then he found fluid. And they sat there like that for a long while, just kissing and exploring the finer lines and hidden features of each other. But kissing did eventually offer an invitation of hands and their hands did fumble about with buttons and zippers before both boys were exposed and quite ready to go. Oliver's hand found him first, and the very same fingers that had burrowed into his sweater, now curled around his cock. Percy groaned and felt his body shudder. "Take it easy, Weasley," Oliver breathed, as his tongue swiped at Percy's ear. "Can't go off yet." Percy let out his breath slowly and then made an attempt to just follow Oliver's lead. He slowly slid his hand between Oliver's legs. He thought about the broomstick and allowed himself to relax as he took Oliver into his own hand and followed the other boy even further. Two hands, one more sure than the other, and yet both wracked with anticipation. One hand worked in harmony with the other and Percy felt himself going first, tumbling over, and spilling onto Oliver's hand, all the while biting his lip against the scream that needed so badly to escape from inside him. But he wouldn't let it. Couldn't let it even as he felt Oliver's cock begin to pulse in his own hand. It surprised him and he looked to the other boy's face and relished in the feral look plastered there. He watched Oliver's mouth open, and suddenly, Percy found himself pouncing on his Keeper, mouth to mouth, stifling the yell that Oliver would have surely freed. Oliver Wood's head fell heavily onto Percy Weasley's shoulder. Percy felt the warm dampness of the other boy's hair against his neck and he smiled. He listened as Oliver's breathing slowly returned to normal before he pulled his hand away and wiped it on his trousers. "Oliver," Percy spoke up softly. "Why didn't you go home for Christmas?" He felt the boy's lips press gently to his neck, and in the relative silence of the library, Oliver's breathing gave Percy his answer. End |