Percy I. Weasley (pl_percy) wrote in plagued_rpg, @ 2010-01-12 08:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | oliver wood, percy weasley |
Who: Oliver and Percy
Where: Gryffindor dormitory
When: BACKDATED to around time of Lavender's murder
Summary: Percy is freaking out over Bole. Oliver comforts and makes a confession.
Status/Rating: Complete log, low
Red head. Bole had been looking for a red head. Weasleys were red heads. What if Lavender Brown had been Ron? Or George? Or Ginny?
What if one of his siblings were the next body that turned up cold and dead on the lawns? What if it was his? Oh Godric.
Percy couldn't stop his train wrecked thinking. He couldn't concentrate on his reading, and he couldn't close his eyes without seeing images he didn't want to see. He, quite simply put, didn't know what to do with himself.
Sitting on his bed in the dormitory and wringing his hands together, Percy was getting no where with trying to collect his calm. The niggling voice in the back of his head wouldn't shut up. He had never wanted to turn it off before and now he didn't know how to.
Oliver had been out and about, trying to help the prefects get everything in order. He wanted to do his part to help out. He shuffled into his room after a bit and he didn't actually expect Percy to be there. They hadn't had as much time together as he'd wanted. Quite frankly even if he fell asleep with Percy in his arms every night he still missed him. Missed being awake with him.
He spotted Percy on the bed and he couldn't stop himself from smiling. He closed the door and jumped onto the bed, crawling up and grabbing Percy around the waist as he placed a sound kiss on Percy's cheek, "Hey adorkabus. Why are you looking so pensive sweets?"
Honestly he didn't open his journal much lately. Angela had been missing in action and there weren't many other people he cared to talk to on that thing.
Percy could only stare at Oliver, even as arms wrapped around his waist and a kiss was smacked to his cheek. How could he be so calm and chipper? Someone was dead– no, murdered!
"Did you not see the Headmaster's message? Someone was murdered! Someone I–we– well, I don't know about you, but I knew her. And she wasn't even the one he wanted to murder. He wanted a red head," Percy blathered on and ended with his face buried against Oliver, holding him like he was an anchor keeping him afloat.
Oliver knew someone had been murdered, but he was taking the role of the calm steady one. The one everyone could turn to, like Percy was just now. He wrapped his arms around Percy, "Hey, hey," he said gently, "we're okay and nobody is getting anywhere near you..." But he knew that wasn't Percy's only concern, "or your family. In fact, we can go hunt them all down right now if you want. We can guard them. We can do whatever it takes."
He hesitated, "Wait... how do you know he wanted a redhead?" He knew someone was murdered, he hadn't seen the actual message the Headmaster had sent, he'd only heard the announcement.
"Percy, what's been going on?"
It was nice to hold onto and be held by someone who was confident, calm, and steadying. Strong and solid, too. Percy could close his eyes and pretend for a moment that everything would be okay so long as Oliver was there. He could imagine that they were safe, together. But only for a moment.
"He wrote it," mumbled Percy as he pulled back enough to talk and explain. "The Death Eater. He wrote that he was after a red head and he's going to keep hunting for one."
Oliver's eyes widened briefly but he didn't want Percy to see him sweat so he held Percy a bit tighter and tried to hide his alarm. "He did huh? How'd he get into the journal system?" That was a stupid question. He probably took the journal of someone he killed.
He rubbed Percy's back, "I think, we really should find your family." Before it had been a general protect them because something scary is going on but now it was serious. Percy's family was in genuine danger, not just general danger. That changed things.
"And, also, I'm not so sure I want to let you out of my sight." He could be Percy's personal bodyguard.
"It's my family I'm worried about. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself," Percy protested weakly. All but clinging to Oliver, he didn't have much conviction behind him, but he still had some shreds of dignity left. Not enough to pull away from the back rubbing, but enough to know – and inform Oliver – that he could hold his own in a duel.
"You're the one in greater danger, always playing Quidditch outside where he could be lurking anywhere," he murmured, brow pinching.
"I won't. I'll stay in the castle until this is sorted. I told you I'm not letting you out of my sight and I meant that." He squeezed Percy so tight he was sure he was going to leave bruises, "Do you know where your family is? Do you know? Maybe we should check in on them."
He was worried now, sure, but he could keep it a bit more hidden. He was good at being cool under pressure.
"They tend to be all over the place," Percy sighed the words out, content to just rest the side of his face against Oliver's chest. He liked to hear the strong heartbeat.
"Bill is most likely with Fleur in her rooms. I never know where to find George, but my guess is he's with Angelina. Ron and Ginny are no doubt within the castle somewhere. Hopefully in their dormitories if they know what's good for them," he said, listing off his guesses one by one. Mentally, Percy concluded it would take he and Oliver the remainder of the day to track each one down.
"I wish I had a clock for them like my mum does. One I could wear on my wrist." And Oliver would have a hand on it too.
Well, if Percy's family were really that scattered and really inconsiderate enough not to keep each other in the know then there was no way Oliver could help keep an eye on them all. He'd have to settle with just watching out for Percy and really he was okay with that. He liked Percy's family, he did, but Percy was the only one he was truly willing to risk his life for.
He had no idea what this 'clock' was, so he asked, "A clock like your mom does?" He'd never been to the Weasley home. Until he came back here he'd never been terribly close with the Weasley's... but he'd never been terribly close with anyone. All of his friendships were surface level, Quidditch inspired acquaintances. Except for Angie. But Angie was special.
"Mum has a big grandfather clock, and it has a golden hand for each one of us. Instead of numbers, it has places we might be. Home, Hogwarts, work, prison, lost, mortal peril.. You get the idea," Percy said, trying not to think about where Fred's hand pointed to.
"It'd be nice to have a wristwatch version of it," he added under his breath.
"That sounds... fantastic," Oliver smiled. He loved the idea of a clock like that. He could keep an eye on Percy without having to keep an eye on Percy. It sounded like just the sort of thing a mom would make.
"Maybe we'll have to owl your mom for the spell... so we can make you a smaller version." he ran his fingers over Percy's wrist.
"Oh, I know the spell. I asked her about it ages ago, when I was seven.. maybe eight. I think I still remember it," Percy told him, lips quirking to form the faintest of smiles as he remembered. He'd badgered her to explain every last minute detail until he perfectly understood how it worked.
"It's the wristwatch that needs to be specially made for the charm. That's what I need," he said, watching Oliver's fingers brush over his pulsepoint, which was quickening.
"I'll help you," Oliver said easily, "tomorrow. If you'd like." It would keep them occupied and safely tucked away in their room. Considering how things were out there he wasn't too keen on going anywhere, except maybe to eat.
He continued gently rubbing Percy's wrist. He wanted to do so much to Percy, he wanted so badly to experience pleasure with his boy but he was determined to take things slow. Determined not to rush things. It was difficult though. Very difficult.
"Do you know anything about making wristwatches?" A dubious note was ill-concealed by Percy. "I certainly do not have the slightest inkling. I wonder if the library has anything.." he murmured, raking his brain. Perhaps it would be in the Muggle Studies section, he thought to himself, absently thumbing a circle against Oliver's bicep.
"I have no idea how to make a wristwatch, but I could learn," Oliver said confidently. There wasn't anything he felt he couldn't learn. He sighed a little, "Perce... can I tell you something?"
Percy pulled back to look at Oliver. His sigh made it sound like whatever it was he had to tell him, it was serious. "Of course. You can tell me anything," he assured Oliver, finding his hands to hold in his and squeeze.
Oliver licked at his bottom lip nervously, "... I know it's not the right time for this sort of thing. It's pretty stupid timing actually but..." he laughed harshly and pulled their joined hands up to wipe at his suddenly very warm forehead. He pulled Percy's hands down to kiss them lightly, "It's just... well," his cheeks flushed with color.
He shouldn't say it. Not yet. It was too soon for one thing and just really bad timing considering the events of the day for another.
"Ah hell," he muttered, deciding that he was just going to say it, "I'm falling in love with you Percy. I think. I've never been in love so I'm not completely certain what it feels like but I'm pretty sure this is it."
Oliver worrying his lips and blushing were two things that seldom happened. Oft it was the other way around, with Percy doing the nervous lip-biting and tomato-imitating. To see it from the other side.. Well, he could see why Oliver seemed to enjoy making his cheeks warm up. Percy wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted Oliver to spit it out.
And when Oliver finally did, Percy was fairly certain he forgot to breathe. Or maybe it was his stomach performing acrobats that made him feel short of breath. Whatever it was, he was at a loss for coherent words and the want to kiss him only became more insistent.
Leaning forward, Percy caught Oliver's mouth in a kiss as if to say those feelings, terrifying and exhilarating all at once, were mutually reciprocated. Because they were. Percy couldn't imagine what a day would be like without Oliver there at the end of it to hold and be held by. Just like this.
For all his unpredictability, Oliver had become a constant for Percy.
Oliver let out a soft laugh as Percy was suddenly kissing him. He had worked so long and so hard to win Percy over, he loved it when Percy took initiative and right now this kiss was perfect. It made his stomach swim and his heart throb. He squeezed Percy's fingers, glad that somehow he'd provided a distraction for him in these trying times.
He'd pretend to be strong, unphased, unworried... unharmed, anything if it meant keeping Percy happy and safe. Percy had become an object of great importance to Oliver. Much like Quidditch used to be, his focus was on Percy alone.
It was kind of scary to realize he had so much of himself invested in one human, one human he had only just started to get to know, but it was also kind of a relief to have someone to focus his energy on.
He reluctantly pulled back from the kiss when he felt like he was about to black out from the utter contentment rolling over him. He smiled and rubbed their noses together.