A gift for sarka! Title: Not A Jinx Author: TBA Giftee:sarka Pairing/Characters: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood Rating: PG Word Count: 1,504 Warnings: None Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am only borrowing them for this fic. They belong to JK Rowling. Summary: Percy thinks he's a jinx Author's Notes: I wanna thank our lovely mod Emi for giving me an extension on this. ^_^ And also G for helping me think of a title and L for betaing for me.
Percy stood just outside the hospital room, the occupant of which had not noticed him just yet. He knew that it was his fault that the other was there; he was a jinx and he knew it.
In the two years since Oliver had been signed to Puddlemere United, Percy hadn’t attended a single match as often times he was far too consumed by his work to pry himself away long enough to watch one of his boyfriend’s matches.
Oliver had sustained minor injuries for two years, yet somehow during the first game that Percy ever attended he managed to be knocked off his broom by a flying bludger to the head which landed him in St. Mungo's.
After two years of minor injuries during the first match Percy attended Oliver got knocked off his broom from a bludger to the head half an hour into the match and was sent to St. Mungo’s.
Percy could still hear the crack of the impact and could still vividly see the whole incident: The bludger coming out of nowhere and colliding with the back of Oliver's head. He couldn't help but blame himself for what happened.
If he hadn’t gone to the match then Oliver wouldn’t currently be sitting in a hospital bed at St. Mungo’s with a bandage wrapped around his head. The Healers had told him that Oliver would be just fine and could return home tomorrow, but that didn’t make him feel any better about the situation.
As he stood outside Oliver’s room, he contemplated going home. He didn’t know if he could face Oliver with the immense amount of guilt that he currently felt over the incident.
“Perce!”
The sound of Oliver’s voice put an end to that thought as he certainly couldn’t leave now that the Quidditch player had seen him.
“Perce, stop lurking out there and get your arse in here.” Oliver said, smirking a little.
“I…shouldn’t you rest?” Percy asked from the doorway, still unsure if he should go in or not despite Oliver obviously wanting him in the room with him, “Yes, you should be resting, especially after an incident like that. I’ll come to your flat tomorrow when…”
Oliver frowned slightly at Percy’s odd behavior, “Percy, what’s wrong with you? Get in here so I don’t have to talk to you from across the bloody room. Please.”
It was the please that did it. Or perhaps it was the puppy dog eyes Oliver gave him along with the ‘please’ that finally made him step into the room.
“Now that’s much better,” Oliver smiled, showing off his perfect white teeth as Percy took a few steps into the room. His smile faded however when Percy stopped halfway into the room. “Perce, what’re you doing?”
“I really do think you should be resting, Oliver.” Percy said, not quite looking at him, but past him. He just couldn’t look at him knowing that it was his fault he was there.
Oliver hadn’t seen Percy act quite like this in sometime and it worried him. “Percy, come here.” He extended a hand and held it out to Percy and waited for him to cross the remainder of the space between them.
Percy’s blue eyes went to Oliver’s outstretched hand then to Oliver’s dark eyes and he let out a small sigh. He didn’t speak as he took the last few steps towards Oliver’s bed and took his hand.
“Sit.” Oliver said softly, giving Percy’s arm a small tug. It wouldn’t have been that difficult to simply pull Percy down next to him, but he wanted him to do it himself.
He didn’t try to argue with Oliver or pull away as truth be told, now that he was closer to Oliver he felt a little better. He still blamed himself, but being close to Oliver had always made him feel better no matter what was happening.
Percy sat down on the bed slowly, his gaze upon his lap as he did.
Oliver frowned as he watched the redhead, “Percy, what’s wrong? And don’t say nothing or change the subject because I’m not dense. I may have just taken a bludger to the head, but it didn’t make me incompetent.”
Percy closed his eyes, cringing slightly at the mention of the bludger. “I…I just don’t like hospitals is all.”
Oliver had seen this and knew Percy was lying, “Perce, please tell me what’s wrong.” He placed a hand on his boyfriend’s thigh, rubbing in gently as he waited for an answer.
Percy sighed softly and closed his eyes as Oliver’s hand slid slowly up and down his thigh. “It…it’s my fault you’re in here.”
His voice had been so soft that Oliver had to lean in a little closer to hear it. Oliver frowned slightly as he tried to understand why Percy would think that he had anything to do with him being in St. Mungo’s, but understanding Percy had never been something Oliver had been very good at even on his good days.
“Percy, did you hit that bludger at me?”
He didn’t reply right away, but when he did all he said was “No.”
“Then why would you think that this is your fault?” Oliver asked, tilting his head down a little to see Percy’s face.
“Because I’m a jinx.” Percy replied, gaze still downcast.
“Percy, look at me,” Oliver said softly, placing a hand under Percy’s chin to turn his head in his direction so he could look into his eyes. “You are not a jinx.”
Percy tried once to turn his face away, but Oliver held firmly, yet gently, to his chin, “How can you say that? The worst injury you’ve received in the last two years was a bloody nose when you got in that fight with the Arrows’ Seeker. I come to one match and you take a bludger to the head. It wouldn’t have happened if I had simply stayed home.”
Oliver couldn’t help but laugh a little causing Percy in turn to give him a look of disbelief.
“This isn’t funny, Oliver. It’s because of me that you have to stay here tonight.”
“Percy, I’m sorry, but you don’t honestly think that your coming to the match had anything to do with this, do you?” From the look Percy was giving him it was obvious that the redhead was completely serious. “Perce, babe, you’re not a jinx. Whether you were there or not I still would have gotten hit with that bludger. Do you remember my first match back in school?”
Percy nodded, shifting his position to see Oliver without having to keep his head turned to the side.
“Then you should remember that I took a bludger to the head two minutes in.” Oliver said, caressing Percy’s cheek affectionately as he spoke, “Was that your fault too?”
Percy opened his mouth to respond then closed it, giving him the appearance of a fish. He had spent so long convincing himself that he was the reason Oliver had gotten injured that he’d forgotten about the other time the exact same thing had happened.
“Was it, Percy?”
He shook his head, “No. No, it wasn’t my fault.”
“Then why would you think this was your fault?” Oliver asked, sliding his hand back to wrap it lightly around Percy’s neck.
Now that the initial shock of what had happened was finally wearing off Percy was able to think a little clearer and realized how ridiculous it had been to think that his presence at the match had been the reason Oliver had been injured. “I don’t know. I just….one moment I was watching you flying back and forth across the posts and then the next you were plummeting to the ground. You don’t know how scared I was.”
Oliver leaned forward, pulling Percy a little closer until their foreheads touched, “Perce, you have nothing to worry about. I have a pretty hard head. You should know that, after all you’re always telling me how hard headed I am.”
Percy laughed softly and closed his eyes briefly before pulling back a little to look at Oliver, “Yes, that is quite true. I do believe it would take more then a bludger to crack that thick skull of yours.”
“Exactly,” A smile crossed Oliver’s lips, but soon faded as his brow furrowed, “Hang on. Did you just insult me?”
Percy leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly to Oliver’s, “Now why would I do a thing like that?”
Oliver narrowed his dark brown eyes at Percy, “It’s a good thing I love you, Percy Weasley. Otherwise I’d have to rethink the possibility of my accident being entirely your fault. Now that I think about it, it’s very likely that you could have hexed that bludger. That one during my first match as well. You’re trying to kill me aren’t you?”
“Oliver. Shut up.” Percy smirked as he leaned forward once again, capturing Oliver’s mouth with his own to cease his prattling for the moment.