|Blue Siofra (blue_siofra) wrote in butterfly_fics,|
@ 2009-01-14 14:37:00
|Entry tags:||!-all fics, *rating: pg-13, +length: fic, -fandom: harry potter, ^oliver/percy, oliver wood, percy weasley|
The Prefect and the Player
Title: The Prefect and the Player (1/1)
Characters: Oliver Wood/Percy Weasley
Summary: Oliver needs a reserve seeker.
Feeling frustration fill me up, I threw my books into my bag and stomped into the dorm. I stood at the window and stared at the pitch. Why did our only seeker have to go and play hero? Our final match was tomorrow! It was Griffindor’s first chance at winning the house cup since Charlie Weasley left. Turning from the window, I saw that Percy had entered the dorm and was getting ready to write a letter before going to bed. I squinted at him for a second, trying to hold a thought long enough to think it when it hit me what we would do for the match tomorrow. I crossed the room so I was standing right next to the post at the end of Percy’s bed.
“Percy?” I asked. Percy looked up at me from what he was writing.
“Oh. Hello Oliver.” he said, giving me his full attention. I scratched the back of my head.
“Er…I was wondering if you’d like to play seeker in tomorrow’s match?” Percy’s mouth dropped open. He closed it, opened it, and closed it again, clearly speechless. I felt the tendrils of doubt start creeping into my mind.
“I’m not very good at Quidditch, I’m afraid.” he said.
“You grew up with Charlie, Fred and George. I’m sure you’ll do alright. Do you want to?” I asked again. He looked at me for a moment before looking at his books, fixing his glasses. I patiently waited while he sorted his thoughts. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked back up at me and nodded, though he still didn’t look to sure about his decision. I felt a wave of relief that we didn’t have to forfeit the match, I could have hugged Percy. Yes. I definitely could have.
“Percy? What are you doing here?” Fred asked me after I entered the Griffindor changing room at the pitch.
“Yeah. This is a Prat-free zone, you know. The Prats belong in the stands.” George added. Oliver looked up at me and smiled weakly. He handed me a set of scarlet robes, muttering that they should fit. I mumbled a thanks, and as I slipped them on, I wondered for the 279th time since yesterday afternoon why I was doing this. I should have said no and stayed in the dorm to study for the OWLs that were half over. Fred and George didn’t help when all they did was stare at me in astonishment before Oliver spoke up. He made a short pep talk, handed me a school broom, and led us down to the pitch.
After shaking hands with the captain of the Ravenclaw team, Madam Hooch blew her whistle and we launched into the air. Oliver had told me at breakfast that morning to go above the game and look for the snitch. So while I was flying higher, I listened to the commentary.
“And in a surprise move, Wood has recruited Fred and George’s brother, Percy, to play seeker this game. Was this a good move? I guess we’ll find out…”
I flew above the game, watching Ravenclaw’s seeker and watching for that little round gold ball. Every so often, the crowed would cheer or boo, and the commentary was too hard to hear from where I was. At one point, a bludger missed me by inches. I’m pretty sure that Fred was the one that hit it my way, but it was hard to tell if it was him or George, seeing as they were both red streaks below me. I was so busy watching for the snitch that I couldn’t keep score. Suddenly the other seeker went into a dive, and I tried to follow him the best I could, but those school brooms. Before I could get very far, the snitch was caught, the game was over. I noticed the disappointed looks on the rest of the Griffindor team, so, pushing up my glasses, I asked Oliver what the score was. He looked at me.
“270 to 60.” he replied bitterly before stomping off towards the changing room.
Damn. There went Griffindor’s chance of winning the inter house quidditch cup for the first time in seven years. I should have listened to the doubts I had about playing Percy, but I guess I hoped that he had the same Quidditch genes as his brothers. I stomped into the changing room, ripped off my scarlet robes and put my school ones back on. I locked myself in the captain’s office while Fed, George, Alicia, Angelina and Katie all changed solemnly and left. I continued to work on some tactics that we could use next year and ignored the soft knock on the door when it came. I didn’t look up until Percy called my name softly. I was shocked to see that he almost looked like he wanted to cry. He had the robes in his hand. I took them from him and tossed them onto the chair.
“What’s wrong, Percy?” I asked. I felt I should at least try and comfort him, even though the rare show of vulnerability threw me off center.
“I’m sorry I let you down, Oliver. I know that this…game…means a lot to you, and I performed under your standards. I’m nothing like Charlie and I knew it.”
As surprised as I was at the show of emotion coming from my classmate, I had to smile inwardly at how Percy-ish he sounded even in the most upsetting of moments to him. He always wanted to be “Perfect Percy”, appeasing the people in charge. I had the overwhelming urge to comfort him, he looked so upset. I found myself walking closer to him.
“Relax Percy. I’m not going to hate you. It wasn’t entirely your fault. We should have given you a better broom. Then you might have had a chance with that dive.” I said. Percy shook his head.
“No, no. It was entirely my fault. I should have-” but what he should have done, I didn’t find out because I seemed to have stuck my tongue in his mouth. I slowly reached out and cupped Percy’s elbow with my hand. When he didn’t flinch away, I closed my hand around it. I feel him respond to my snog, and I feel my stomach do a flip. Afterwards, we stared at each other.
“Percy, you do have a tendency to ramble at times. Glad to know something can shut you up.” I told him.
“What do you mean I ramble?” he asked, puffing up his chest. “I only say what is needed.” he added. I chuckled as we walked out of the changing room and into the afternoon light. It’s funny how with my biggest win, the score didn’t matter.