Unfixable by scheherezhad

Rating: NC-17

Warning: Contains mature themes not suitable for sensitive readers.

Authors Notes: I'm only saying this once - this is a slash fic. That means two males in a relationship. This is also AU. I would say more, but I don't want to give anything away.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone recognizable, and I'm not making any money off of this.

Feedback: Please. Praise me, criticise me, outright flame me. I don't care; I just want to know what you really think. scheherezhad@yahoo.com

Oliver knocked at Percy's door hesitantly. "You wanted to see me, Head Boy?"

"Yes, I did. Come in." When Oliver stepped into the room, Percy shut the door behind him and locked it carefully. "I'm glad you stopped by."

Then Percy grabbed him and kissed him roughly, and they backed toward the bed. Just as he expected. Oliver's knees hit the edge of the mattress, but Percy didn't let them fall onto it yet. Instead, he started pulling off Oliver's clothes, and only when they were both naked did Percy push the other boy to the bed.

He turned Oliver onto his stomach and prepared him quickly, reveling in the needy sounds the Quidditch captain made. It was always like this; Percy would send Oliver a message to meet him, Oliver would come by, and he would give in to Percy.

Oliver moaned low in his throat as Percy entered him. It felt so good, even though he knew he was only being used as a paramour because Penelope wouldn't. When Percy had approached him at the beginning of sixth year, interested in having an affair, Oliver hadn't known that the attractive boy was already seeing Penelope. He had had a crush on Percy for months, and he jumped at the chance of being with him. They had moved quickly into a sexual relationship despite Oliver's reservations, but Percy had insisted that it would be all right. It was what he wanted.

So Oliver gave in. And in the past year and a half, he had never stopped giving in. He hadn't stopped when he found out about Penelope, he hadn't stopped when Percy occasionally hurt him, he hadn't stopped when he realized just how much it was truly tearing him apart. It was too late. In those first few months, he had gone and fallen in love.

"You're not here anymore, Oliver. Come back to me..."

Oliver whimpered as he was dragged back into the present. He came back to the feeling of Percy taking him, to the pathetic words of love leaving him. Tears gathered in his eyes, but he forced them back. There was no crying here.

"Oh, yes!" Percy cried as he came, dragging Oliver's orgasm out of him. Percy rolled off of Oliver and shoved him out of the bed. "I'll contact you."

Sore and humiliated, Oliver put his clothes back on and left.

Three days later, Oliver received an owled message at breakfast.

He crumpled the scrap of parchment in his fist and dug his nails into his palms to keep the tears back. This would be it. This would be the time he wouldn't go. One way or another, it had to be.

Eleven came and went, and Percy paced the room worriedly. Oliver had gotten his message, so why wasn't he here? He had never not been here... What could have happened?

At half past twelve, Percy threw open the door in a panic. A piece of parchment pinned to his door caught his eye, and he ripped it down to read.

Percy didn't like the finality of that goodbye. Oliver couldn't leave him... He raced over to the seventh year boys' dorm and pounded on the door. "Oliver? Oliver!"

The door swung open to reveal a bleary-eyed Aubrey Mills. "What do you want, Weas-- er, Head Boy?"

"Have you seen Oliver?"

"Not since around ten. He never came back to the room."

Percy ran a hand over the back of his neck. "Do you know where he might be?"

Aubrey shook his head. "Nope. Sorry."

"Thanks anyway," Percy mumbled out of habit.

He dashed down the stairs and checked the bathroom, but it was empty. Oliver wasn't anywhere else in the castle that Percy could think of. This was all wrong. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. He couldn't lose Oliver now, not now. Why hadn't he explained everything to him sooner? Explained that Penelope was a cover, that Oliver was the one he really wanted, that he was a stupid bastard for doing it this way. Stupid pride, stupid school, stupid...Quidditch pitch.

Percy ran out of the school and down to the Quidditch pitch. He thought he could make out a figure down in the center of the field, but he wasn't sure.

"Oliver! Oliver! Is that you?" he called.

No response came. He reached the prone form in the dewy grass and stumbled to a halt. Oliver lay with his eyes shut, his breathing too shallow and fast.

"Oliver?"

Unfocused eyes opened. "Percy? Damn. Thought I'd be gone before you found me."

"What? What did you do, Oliver?"

"Didn't know it would take s'long. Doesn't hurt, though. Just can't breath good."

Percy grabbed Oliver's broad shoulders and pulled him upright. "What did you do? You've got to tell me."

Oliver smiled sweetly and lifted an unsteady hand to caress Percy's cheek. "Loved you, y'know. Too much. Couldn't take it cos you didn't love me back. Now...don't have to worry 'bout it anymore. Hope Snape won't miss the belladonna."

Belladonna? Oliver had taken a deadly poison plant because Percy had destroyed him. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

"You can't leave me now. You can't leave me!" Percy cried desperately. He awkwardly lifted Oliver over his shoulder and stumbled back toward the castle. "Hang on, hang on...you can't leave me...please..."

When he reached the entrance he started calling for help. "Madame Pomfrey! Help, please, someone. We need help. He's dying!" The first person to arrive was Filch, who seemed as if he never slept. "Please, Mister Filch. He's taken belladonna, and he's dying."

The caretaker took Oliver's prone body in his arms and looked at him critically, but he didn't make any move to go to the hospital wing. "Too late, boy. He musta died before you got 'im here."

"No, he can't be dead. He can't."

"He is."

"...no." Percy dropped to the floor in shock and disbelief. Oliver couldn't have died. He'd brought Oliver back to the castle, and Madame Pomfrey was going to fix him. She could fix anything. Oliver wasn't leaving him.

Filch lowered Oliver's body to the floor by Percy. "I'm gonna go get the Headmaster. You stay here," he ordered.

Percy didn't hear it. He pulled Oliver into his arms, stroking his hair. "You'll be all right, Oliver. Madame Pomfrey will fix you, and everything will be okay. I'll tell you every day that I love you. I'll tell everyone I love you, and you won't have to worry anymore. I promise I'll make it all up to you." He stopped to kiss blue-tinged lips, but they didn't respond. Oliver always responded, always kissed him back.

No matter. Madame Pomfrey would get here soon, and she'd fix him.

She could fix anything.