Summersmut Mod (summersmutmod) wrote in hp_summersmut, @ 2008-08-03 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2008, oliver wood, oliver/percy, percy weasley |
[FIC] Percy Weasley & the Benefits of an Invisibility Cloak: Percy/Oliver :: for rosivan
Title: Percy Weasley & The Benefits of an Invisibility Cloak
Author/Artist:
Recipient: rosivan
Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,623
Warnings: Pretty much just PWP. Hehehe.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Percy discovers the benefits of having an invisibility cloak
Author's Notes: I want to thank our lovely mod for being so patient with me. ^_^ And I also wanna thank my Oliver for helping me when I had no idea what I was going to write. I hope you enjoy it, Rosivan.
The silvery grey material felt so light in his hands that it were as if he wasn’t holding anything at all; it was strange to the touch, as if water had been woven into the material and the sun shining in through the windows reflected off of its gleaming folds as Percy Weasley turned it one way then the other, studying the cloak.
He’d confiscated it just that morning after catching Harry Potter prowling around the castle with a blank piece of parchment. He had seen no harm in the blank parchment, however the cloak was different story and he intended to bring it to Dumbledore.
How Harry Potter had ended up with an invisibility cloak was beyond him. After all, they were extremely rare magical items; one couldn’t simply walk into Madame Malkin’s and purchase one.
Multiple times on his way to Dumbledore’s office, Percy had stopped to examine the cloak when no one was looking. He couldn’t deny that he was simply fascinated with the garment. He’d read about them and often wondered what made them work. What sort of charm was used on them. More than once he’d wished he could examine one and possibly find out exactly how they worked.
As he stood there in the currently deserted hall, his mind began to present scenarios in which one could use an invisibility cloak: Walking the halls unseen, sneaking into the Restricted Section of the Library, even sneaking into Top Secret Meetings.
With an invisibility cloak one could essentially go anywhere unseen.
The sound of a group of Hufflepuffs, decked out in yellow and black, running down the hall startled Percy back to the here and now. He was just about to yell at them for their behavior when he realized they were carrying banners and pennants in support of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team.
Percy watched then until they disappeared around a corner then brought his attention back to the cloak in his hands.
There was a Quidditch match that afternoon; Gryffindor against Hufflepuff.
No doubt the two House Teams were currently preparing for the upcoming match.
This gave Percy an idea. An idea that he wouldn’t have had otherwise.
He could use the cloak to sneak into the Gryffindor locker room. Of course he wouldn’t simply be sneaking in for the hell of it. He obviously had a reason to want to do it.
That reason was Oliver Wood.
When Percy awoke that morning, Oliver had already woken, dressed and been out on the pitch and as a result Percy had not yet seen his boyfriend that day, nor had he been able to wish him luck.
Of course Percy would see him during the match, but that would be from the stands and the red head longed to see the other boy up close.
He could simply sneak in, get a glimpse of Oliver, perhaps watch him give the team his customary pre-game pep talk, then sneak out to the pitch and no one would be any the wiser.
No one would know he was there and how much trouble could he get in if someone caught him? He was Head Boy after all. It wasn’t as if he couldn’t contrive some story as to why he needed to be in the locker room; the twins were on the team after all. It would be easy.
Glancing around the hall, to make sure no students or teachers were nearby, Percy threw the cloak over himself. He stood there for a moment, wondering if it had actually worked then looked down at his feet to find that they were gone.
Smirking to himself, Percy adjusted his glasses then started towards the locker room.
Reaching the locker room, Percy glanced up and down the hall, despite being concealed by the cloak, before entering the locker room.
It was loud and boisterous, which was to be expected. However, moments after he entered he heard a high pitched whistling sound and turned to see Oliver, wearing his scarlet Quidditch robes, beckoning everyone over to the benches.
Percy followed as well, maneuvering himself around Alicia Spinnet to stand just behind Oliver so that he was able to see the rest of the team from Oliver’s vantage point.
“Alright, everyone stay alert out there. Diggory has a good team and we mustn’t let our guard down.” Oliver began, one foot perched on the bench, his leather breaches hugging his thigh nicely.
Percy tried to listen, but his thoughts continued slipping to Oliver wearing nothing but those breaches and Percy suddenly got the urge to simply jump the boy. And urge that he didn’t normally get when they were together in public. An urge that was, no doubt, brought on by the fact that he was wearing the cloak and could more or less do anything he wanted.
Without sparing a glance to the rest of the team, Percy reached out, making sure his hand stayed covered, and squeezed Oliver’s arse through those breaches.
Biting his lip to prevent from laughing and giving himself away, Percy watched as Oliver’s brown eyes grew wide and he jumped slightly, making an odd gulping noise.
The rest of the team cast confused glances at one another before looking back at Oliver who had put his leg down and now stood straight, obviously trying to remember what he’d been saying. In the end, the keeper simply nodded and gestured for the team to follow him out onto the pitch.
Feeling quite smug and rather sneaky, Percy watched as they all began to leave the locker room.
Oliver however stopped halfway out the door and glanced back into the room, narrowing his eyes as they swept over the spot where Percy stood then looked back at the remaining team members.
“You lot get out there. I’ll join you in a minute.” He watched as Harry and the twins left the room then turned back towards the room, once again narrowing his eyes before speaking again, “Come out, come out wherever you are.” He sing-songed.
Now Percy was the one whose eyes widened as he watched Oliver take a step towards him. He couldn’t know; he was wearing the cloak after all and no one could see through an invisibility cloak. Had he somehow given himself away without realizing it? Perhaps Oliver would simply think it was Peeves. The poltergeist was known to sneak up on people like that on occasion.
Standing as still as he possibly could, Percy watched Oliver as his dark brown eyes swept over the room. “I know you’re here, Percy Weasley so you might as well stop pretending and reveal yourself.”
Percy’s mouth fell open and a strangled squeak sounded somewhere in his throat. How did he know?
“Ah ha!” Oliver exclaimed, walking right up to him, arm out, fingers wrapping around the cloak once they touched it, “I thought you were smarter than that, Perce.” The cloak was yanked off of him and all he could do was blink at Oliver, mouth still open as Oliver now smiled smugly at him.
“H….how….?” Was all Percy could manage as he stared at the other boy who was now examining the cloak.
“Merlin’s Balls, is this an invisibility cloak? Well of course it is because you were invisible, but where did you get it?” Oliver asked, looking back up at Percy and quirking an eyebrow.
In his shock at being discovered, Percy momentarily forgot where he’d gotten the cloak from, “Uh…oh Harry….how did you know it was me?” He asked again, finding his voice.
“Harry has an indivisibility cloak? That’s amazing. And he let you borrow it?” Oliver frowned slightly at that, “Why would he let you borrow it though? You two aren’t exactly friends. I mean I know he’s friends with your brother…”
Percy listened to Oliver’s babbling as he recovered from his initial shock then reached out and snatched the cloak from his hands, “He didn’t let me borrow it. I confiscated it from him this morning. Now how did you know it was me?”
Oliver’s frown changed to an amused smirk as Percy adjusted his glasses, “That’s easy, Perce.” As he said this, he took a step forward, forcing Percy to step backwards, his back hitting one of the lockers, “It was your fingers, Perce. I’d know those fingers anywhere. After all they have been up my….”
“Oliver!!” Percy exclaimed, cheeks tinged pink, blue eyes wide, “Someone could walk in. What would they think if they heard you speaking like that?”
The brunette shrugged, smirk still upon his lips as he pressed his body up against Percy’s and licked his lips, “I don’t care what they’d think.” And without another word, Oliver captured Percy’s mouth in his own, both hands coming up to cup Percy’s face between them..
Percy never could resist Oliver’s mouth, or any other part of his body for that matter, but that didn’t change the fact that they were still in the locker room. Not only that, but there was a Quidditch Match starting at any moment and if Oliver wasn’t out there then they would surely send someone to look for him.
“O…Oliver…” Percy gasped, managing to push him away a few inches, their harsh breath mixing as they panted, “Ma..match…you have to get out there….”
“I suppose I do….” Oliver licked his bottom lip and started to release Percy’s face when a smirk slid across his lips. This smirk was different from the one of only a moment ago. This smirk meant that Oliver had an idea. An idea that Percy may or may not like.
Chances were it would be the latter.
“Since you seem to enjoy sneaking into the locker room unseen, why don’t you stay in here.” Oliver said, gently prying the cloak out of Percy’s hands, “Stay right here and wait for me until the match is over.”
“Oliver, I don’t think….”
“That’s right, Perce.” Oliver slid the silky material through his fingers, “There’s nothing to think about. No one will find you of course, you’ll be wearing this.” He lifted the cloak into Percy’s view then leaned forward, kissing him roughly as Lee Thomas’ voice could be heard loud and clear from the pitch calling for Oliver.
As Oliver pulled away, Percy tried to protest, but Oliver silenced him by placing his index finger to his lips. “Stay here, Perce.” The next thing Percy knew, there was a flourish of silvery fabric and the cloak was draped over him. “I’ll be back soon. I mean how long can the match last in this weather?”
With that, Oliver was gone and Percy was left, staring at the entrance to the locker room, completely dumbfounded.
How had this happened?
He’d only wanted to sneak in and see Oliver. And he had seen Oliver, only he hadn’t expected this to happen.
Percy knew as well as Oliver did that Quidditch matches could last for hours, day even, regardless of the weather conditions. It was obvious that Oliver wanted Percy to suffer for embarrassing him in front of the team.
Sighing, Percy leaned back against the locker, making himself as comfortable as was possible and crossed his arms over his chest as he listened to Lee’s commentary of the game as well as the sound of rain pelting against the building and the occasional clap of thunder.
Atleast here in the locker room he was warm and dry, which was a plus, but he couldn’t watch Oliver as he guarded their goals from the Quaffle.
For awhile the match went on as usual, Gryffindor was fifty points up when it was announced that Oliver had called for a time out. When the match resumed, all was normal for the first few moments before Lee announced that both Harry and Diggory seemed to have spotted the Snitch. Seconds later his voice could be heard again; Dementors were surrounding the pitch, Harry was falling and Diggory had caught the Snitch.
Then nothing.
Percy stood there, eyes wide as he waited for someone to explain. Dementors on the pitch? Harry had fallen? Percy wanted to run out there and find out what had happened, but he was rooted to his spot and not only because Oliver had told him to.
He waited for, he didn’t even know how long and was about to run out to find out what had happened when the door swung open and the team bustled into the room, all of them covered in mud and rain.
All of them except Harry.
“Come on, lets get up to the Hospital Wing.” One of the twins shouted as he dropped his broom near one of the benches. The rest of the team followed suit then rushed out of the room.
All except Oliver.
“Still here, Perce?” He asked as he walked towards the spot where he’d left the red head.
Percy pulled the cloak off of himself, letting it fall to the floor, “Oliver, what happened? Is Harry alright?” He stepped towards him, placing his hands on Oliver’s muddy gold and scarlet jumper, attempting to push him towards the door. Percy may have been taller than Oliver by a few inches, but the other boy was heavier.
“Don’t worry, Perce. Potter will be just fine.” As Oliver spoke, Percy could feel himself being pushed backwards slowly until his back hit another wall. He looked away from Oliver to see that they were now in the showers.
“Oliver, what are you doing?” He asked, adopting a more serious tone of voice.
Oliver smirked, that same smirk from just before he’d left Percy under the cloak and reached behind him to turn a knob, “Getting clean of course.” Warm water hit him, soaking through his robes to his uniform underneath.
“Oliver!” The room was quickly filling up with thick steam, which in turn caused Percy’s glasses to steam up.
“Oh dear, seems we should get you out of those sodden clothes.” Oliver gave Percy a cheeky grin then began undoing the clasp on his robes, letting them fall to the wet tile floor before starting on his jumper and trousers.
“Oliver, I don’t think this is a good idea.” Percy tried protesting, however the feel of Oliver’s hands removing his wet clothes was too much for him and he slowly gave in.
“No one is going to come in,” Oliver dropped his head down to mouth along Percy’s neck as his fingers worked on the buttons of his shirt, “Just relax, Perce. You’re the one who wanted to be sneaky after all.”
Percy couldn’t argue with that, atleast he couldn’t find his voice to argue with it, not when Oliver’s mouth felt so nice on his neck and all the blood in his body was rapidly moving south.
“That’s a good boy,” Oliver mumbled against Percy’s neck as he felt Percy’s long fingers slide under his soaked jumper.
The two boys quickly undressed each other, their wet clothes landing in a small pile of sodden fabric.
“Merlin….Perce…” Oliver gasped once their last article of clothing had been removed and his brown eyes traveled down the length of Percy’s lean, lanky, freckled body, “Bloody gorgeous.”
Percy’s cheeks flushed and he hoped Oliver would think it was from the heat in the room. He still wasn’t used to the compliments Oliver bestowed upon him and part of him thought that he never would, but that didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy them.
“Don’t be silly, you’re the gorgeous one.” Percy told him, pushing his sodden red curls off his forehead.
Oliver sighed, although he was smirking, “Would you just stuff it already and take a compliment, Weasley.”
“Is that an order, Wood?” Percy asked, quirking an eyebrow above his clouded glasses, fighting to keep his own smirk from showing.
“Yes.” Was all Oliver said before pushing Percy against the tile wall, which despite the warmth of the water was quite cool, and capturing his mouth once more.
Oliver’s kissed the way he did everything, with intensity and precision, his tongue gliding along Percy’s bottom lip until he was granted entrance, at which point it dipped inside Percy’s mouth, a shock going down both boys’ backs when they touched.
As Oliver’s mouth continued it’s assault on Percy’s, the redhead’s hands slid down Oliver’s sides to his hips, which he grasped firmly, pressing his fingers into the wet skin; they might not leave bruises as Oliver’s tended to do, but Oliver would surely feel the imprints of those long fingers for a couple of hours afterwards. Squeezing Oliver’s hips a little harder, Percy pulled his hips flush with his own, groaning into Oliver’s mouth when their shower slick erections slid together.
“F…fuck….Perce…” The words were a strangled moan on Oliver’s tongue as he detached his mouth from Percy’s kiss swollen lips, “….tur…turn around….” He panted, running his tongue along his own swollen bottom lip as he stared into Percy’s blue eyes.
How could Percy, or anyone for that matter, refuse a request like that from Oliver?
Doing as Oliver said, Percy turned around, bringing his arms up to brace himself against the cool tile wall. Percy wasn’t waiting long at all before he felt two of Oliver’s fingers, slick with something that could possibly been shampoo, press at his entrance. He spread his legs a little wider as Oliver’s fingers slid in further, his back arching slightly.
Oliver’s free hand slid along Percy’s back as his fingers pushed in further, wrist twisting and fingers spreading every so often, eliciting moans and the occasional curse word from Percy’s lips. This was Oliver’s favorite part, watching Percy come undone from his fingers alone, feeling the stretch and give around his fingers. And for just this reason, he rarely ever used charms to prepare Percy.
“Oliver….please….” Percy groaned as his hips pushed back against Oliver’s fingers, “Need….more….” Percy was sure that if Oliver continued with his ministrations that he’d come right then and there and that was the last thing he wanted.
Grinning, Oliver pressed his lips to Percy’s freckled shoulder as he slowly slid his fingers out, earning a small whimper from his boyfriend in the process. He slicked himself up with the same stuff he’d used on Percy, groaning at the touch to his throbbing cock then adjusted his stance behind the taller boy, grasping his hips with one hand as he used the other to guide himself inside Percy.
Percy felt that initial stretch and burn as the head of Oliver’s cock pushed into his body and his fingers clawed at the tile wall, searching for some sort of purchase.
“Feels so good, Perce…” Oliver groaned, biting his bottom lip as he slid fully into Percy’s hot, clenching arse. Both of Oliver’s hands gripped Percy’s hips now and unlike Percy’s, they would surely leave bruises behind as a reminder.
Percy panted harshly as Oliver gradually began a slow, steady thrust into his body. The slap of skin on skin was drowned out by the sound of the running water and their mingled moans and Percy found that he’d forgotten, for the time being, that anyone could walk in on them at any time.
Shifting his hips, Oliver thrust in deeper until he found that spot that made Percy keen and arch his back, head falling back onto Oliver’s shoulder. He was close now. So close that he didn’t have time to warn Oliver before he thrust in again, hitting that spot once again.
Percy came then in that instance, untouched, moaning Oliver’s name over and over as if it were a mantra, his spunk coating the tile wall in front of him. Feeling his muscles clenching around him, Oliver groaned loudly and came less than a minute after, emptying himself into Percy before he collapsed against the redhead’s back.
“…Bl…bloody fantastic…” Oliver panted against Percy’s shoulder, a small smirk crossing his lips that Percy could feel against his wet skin.
“Always so smug.” Percy shook his head, a smirk upon his own lips that Oliver couldn’t see.
They stood there for a few moments longer until the water began to run cold, which caused them to finally pull apart. Percy began gathering their wet clothes as Oliver turned off the shower.
Finding his wand amongst their discarded clothes, Percy performed cleaning and drying charms on both them and their clothes.
“So are you really going to bring that cloak to Dumbledore?” Oliver asked as he dressed in clothes that had been in his locker, stuffing his Quidditch things in their place.
Percy had to think about that for a moment or two. After all what harm could a thirteen year old do with an invisibility cloak? “Perhaps I won’t. Perhaps I’ll give it back to Harry.”
“Wonder if he’d let me borrow it to spy on Slytherin during their practice.” Oliver said, running his fingers through his hair as Percy finished doing up his robe and retrieved the cloak from the floor.
“That’s not a good idea, Oliver. Flint would most likely hex you if he discovered you.” Percy shook his head and gestured for him to follow as he started towards the door.
Oliver grimaced at that as he followed Percy, “I could take Flint. He’s barely passed Charms after all.”
Percy continued to shake his head as they exited the locker room, “If you say so. Now lets go check up on Harry and don’t mention the cloak. I’ll return it to him later.”
Sighing, Oliver nodded as he followed along, “Oh alright. Spoil sport, but I’m sure he’d let me borrow it if I asked him.”
“Just keep telling yourself that.” Percy patted Oliver on the head as they turned a corner.