A Thin Line 6/?
Percy closed his eyes and waited for Oliver’s reaction. After a few moments of complete silence he risked taking a peak at his old friend. Oliver was just sitting there, his eyes closed, his jaw and fists clenched, taking deep breaths. As Percy watched, Oliver slowly opened his eyes and he could see the barely suppressed rage burning in his deep brown eyes. Percy edged closer to the opposite side of the bed. Oliver saw this and reached out. Percy flinched away, throwing his arms up to shield his face and nearly falling off the bed in the process.
“Please don’t hit me!” he cried.
Oliver snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned. He stared wide-eyed at the trembling, frightened redhead in front of him. Oliver’s stomach churned, just the thought that Percy was afraid of him, that he thought he was going to hit him, made him feel sick.
“Percy, Percy calm down. I’m not going to hit you. I would never do that. Please calm down.” Oliver said gently.
Slowly, Percy lowered his arms and looked at Oliver. Oliver winced at the fear and apprehension he saw in Percy’s eyes.
“Oh Percy, he hurt you so much didn’t he? To make you think I would do such a thing.” Oliver said and reached out tentatively to touch Percy’s hand.
Percy looked down at Oliver’s hand on his own. He enjoyed the gentle touch much more than he should have.
“I…I’m sorry.” Percy said in a small voice.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault he made you this way. “
“Do you hate me now?” Percy asked, choking on his words.
“Percy, I already told you, I could never hate you. “, Oliver stated, squeezing Percy’s hand yet again, “I’m just a bit curious as to how you even ended up with him in the first place.”
Percy swallowed and looked up at Oliver. He was enjoying the feel of Oliver’s large, strong hand holding his own smaller one and it took a moment for Oliver’s words to sink in. When they did he looked away.
“We, um…well it started rather suddenly actually.
Percy sat in the library waiting impatiently. Professor McGonagall had asked him if he could tutor one of the other sixth years and of course he’d agreed. They were supposed to meet here at eight and it was now eight-thirty.
He sighed and looked towards the door yet again and huffed. He hated people wasting his time. He began gathering his books so he could head up to bed when a shadow fell over him from behind. He turned in his seat and looked up into the face of Marcus Flint.
“What are you doing here Flint?” Percy sneered.
“I’m here for my tutoring session.” Marcus answered with a smirk.
“What? You’re the one I’m supposed to tutor.”
“Well yes and no.”
“Well which is it, because I’m rather tired and I don’t have time for these games.” Percy huffed.
Marcus smirked down at him then moved and grabbed the chair next to him, sitting down in it backwards. He rested his chin on the chair-back and fixed Percy with piercing stare.
“Well?” Percy asked impatiently.
“I did ask McGonagall for the tutoring, but it isn’t what I came here for.”
“I don’t have time for this.” Percy said angrily.
He shoved the rest of his books into his books and began to get up. That’s when Marcus’ hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from leaving.
“Let go of me!” Percy hissed.
Marcus ignored his protests and pulled Percy closer so his lips were just a hairs breath away from the Prefect’s ear.
“I know all about you and that pretty little Ravenclaw you call a girlfriend.” Marcus whispered.
Percy shifted uncomfortably at the Slytherin’s proximity. He tried not to shiver when he felt the other boy’s warm breath against his ear.
“S…so, you know I have a girlfriend? That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“I’m here because I know you’re not really attracted to her, now are you Weasley?”
I…I d…don’t know what y…you’re talking about.” Percy said shakily.
“Oh yes you do. I’ve seen you. All those surreptitious glances when you were sure no one was looking. Those extra-long baths in the Prefects bathroom. It isn’t her name you whisper when you’re wanking in there.” Marcus purred against his ear.
“H…how would you know that?” Percy asked, realizing too late that his question would only confirm Marcus’ suspicions.
Marcus’ lips curved into a predatory smile and he leaned in closer. Percy tried to pull backbut found he couldn’t. his heart pounded and he began to panic slightly.
“W…what are you d…doing?” Percy stuttered.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Then, before Percy could protest, Marcus pressed his lips to his. Then kiss was swift and chaste and before Percy could even react, it was over. Marcus then released him and stood. Percy blinked up at him, unable to speak.
“I’ll see you for our next session tomorrow night. Pleasant dreams Percy.” Marcus purred before exited the library, leaving a very confused and flushed Percy behind.
“That was how it started. When he came back the next night I asked him why he’d done it. He said he thought I was beautiful and s…sexy.” Percy said, blushing slightly at the last part.
“So you let him keep doing it?”
“You have to understand, no one had ever said anything like that to me, not even Penny. She was only interested in my brains and my ambition. He made me feel special and wanted. I’d never had that before and I liked it.”
Oliver just nodded but was inwardly kicking himself for not saying those very same things to Percy back then. He’d been so stupid, so blind. If only he hadn’t been such a coward then Percy never would have ended up with that monster and he wouldn’t be laying in this hospital bed right now.
“I’m so sorry Percy.” Oliver murmured.
“What for?” Percy asked, confused.
Oliver hesitated, he wasn’t sure if this was the best time to tell Percy about his feelings for him. He didn’t want to scare him, so he just smiled and squeezed Percy’s hand.
“I’m sorry that I never noticed you felt that way. I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. My stupid, stupid fault. “
“Don’t do that, you are not stupid. You just wanted to feel wanted, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not your fault he turned out to be a monster.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not hating me. For understanding.”
“Well that’s what friends are for.” Oliver said with a smile.
Percy offered him a weak smile in return and shifted slightly on the bed. He winced as the bandages around his ribs shifted.
“Are you alright? Do you need me to get Aubrey.”
“N…no, do you have your wand?”
“Of course, but where is yours?”
“I had to leave it behind.”
“Oh, well what do you need a wand for?”
“I need it so I can heal these injuries and get out of here. If Marcus is looking for me I can’t have him find me here. He may hurt someone.”
“But if you leave here he could find you and hurt you.” Oliver protested.
“Well what would you suggest I do then? I can’t put all these Muggles in danger.”
“Come home with me.”
“What?”
“Come home with me. I can protect you.”
Percy just stared at him. He didn’t want to put Oliver in danger either but he really didn’t have any other options. He looked up at Oliver and saw the hopeful look in his eyes and he just couldn’t resist.
“Al…alright.”
“Please don’t hit me!” he cried.
Oliver snatched his hand back as if he’d been burned. He stared wide-eyed at the trembling, frightened redhead in front of him. Oliver’s stomach churned, just the thought that Percy was afraid of him, that he thought he was going to hit him, made him feel sick.
“Percy, Percy calm down. I’m not going to hit you. I would never do that. Please calm down.” Oliver said gently.
Slowly, Percy lowered his arms and looked at Oliver. Oliver winced at the fear and apprehension he saw in Percy’s eyes.
“Oh Percy, he hurt you so much didn’t he? To make you think I would do such a thing.” Oliver said and reached out tentatively to touch Percy’s hand.
Percy looked down at Oliver’s hand on his own. He enjoyed the gentle touch much more than he should have.
“I…I’m sorry.” Percy said in a small voice.
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault he made you this way. “
“Do you hate me now?” Percy asked, choking on his words.
“Percy, I already told you, I could never hate you. “, Oliver stated, squeezing Percy’s hand yet again, “I’m just a bit curious as to how you even ended up with him in the first place.”
Percy swallowed and looked up at Oliver. He was enjoying the feel of Oliver’s large, strong hand holding his own smaller one and it took a moment for Oliver’s words to sink in. When they did he looked away.
“We, um…well it started rather suddenly actually.
Percy sat in the library waiting impatiently. Professor McGonagall had asked him if he could tutor one of the other sixth years and of course he’d agreed. They were supposed to meet here at eight and it was now eight-thirty.
He sighed and looked towards the door yet again and huffed. He hated people wasting his time. He began gathering his books so he could head up to bed when a shadow fell over him from behind. He turned in his seat and looked up into the face of Marcus Flint.
“What are you doing here Flint?” Percy sneered.
“I’m here for my tutoring session.” Marcus answered with a smirk.
“What? You’re the one I’m supposed to tutor.”
“Well yes and no.”
“Well which is it, because I’m rather tired and I don’t have time for these games.” Percy huffed.
Marcus smirked down at him then moved and grabbed the chair next to him, sitting down in it backwards. He rested his chin on the chair-back and fixed Percy with piercing stare.
“Well?” Percy asked impatiently.
“I did ask McGonagall for the tutoring, but it isn’t what I came here for.”
“I don’t have time for this.” Percy said angrily.
He shoved the rest of his books into his books and began to get up. That’s when Marcus’ hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from leaving.
“Let go of me!” Percy hissed.
Marcus ignored his protests and pulled Percy closer so his lips were just a hairs breath away from the Prefect’s ear.
“I know all about you and that pretty little Ravenclaw you call a girlfriend.” Marcus whispered.
Percy shifted uncomfortably at the Slytherin’s proximity. He tried not to shiver when he felt the other boy’s warm breath against his ear.
“S…so, you know I have a girlfriend? That doesn’t explain why you’re here.”
“I’m here because I know you’re not really attracted to her, now are you Weasley?”
I…I d…don’t know what y…you’re talking about.” Percy said shakily.
“Oh yes you do. I’ve seen you. All those surreptitious glances when you were sure no one was looking. Those extra-long baths in the Prefects bathroom. It isn’t her name you whisper when you’re wanking in there.” Marcus purred against his ear.
“H…how would you know that?” Percy asked, realizing too late that his question would only confirm Marcus’ suspicions.
Marcus’ lips curved into a predatory smile and he leaned in closer. Percy tried to pull backbut found he couldn’t. his heart pounded and he began to panic slightly.
“W…what are you d…doing?” Percy stuttered.
“I’m going to kiss you.”
Then, before Percy could protest, Marcus pressed his lips to his. Then kiss was swift and chaste and before Percy could even react, it was over. Marcus then released him and stood. Percy blinked up at him, unable to speak.
“I’ll see you for our next session tomorrow night. Pleasant dreams Percy.” Marcus purred before exited the library, leaving a very confused and flushed Percy behind.
“That was how it started. When he came back the next night I asked him why he’d done it. He said he thought I was beautiful and s…sexy.” Percy said, blushing slightly at the last part.
“So you let him keep doing it?”
“You have to understand, no one had ever said anything like that to me, not even Penny. She was only interested in my brains and my ambition. He made me feel special and wanted. I’d never had that before and I liked it.”
Oliver just nodded but was inwardly kicking himself for not saying those very same things to Percy back then. He’d been so stupid, so blind. If only he hadn’t been such a coward then Percy never would have ended up with that monster and he wouldn’t be laying in this hospital bed right now.
“I’m so sorry Percy.” Oliver murmured.
“What for?” Percy asked, confused.
Oliver hesitated, he wasn’t sure if this was the best time to tell Percy about his feelings for him. He didn’t want to scare him, so he just smiled and squeezed Percy’s hand.
“I’m sorry that I never noticed you felt that way. I’m sorry you got hurt.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine. My stupid, stupid fault. “
“Don’t do that, you are not stupid. You just wanted to feel wanted, there’s nothing wrong with that. It’s not your fault he turned out to be a monster.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not hating me. For understanding.”
“Well that’s what friends are for.” Oliver said with a smile.
Percy offered him a weak smile in return and shifted slightly on the bed. He winced as the bandages around his ribs shifted.
“Are you alright? Do you need me to get Aubrey.”
“N…no, do you have your wand?”
“Of course, but where is yours?”
“I had to leave it behind.”
“Oh, well what do you need a wand for?”
“I need it so I can heal these injuries and get out of here. If Marcus is looking for me I can’t have him find me here. He may hurt someone.”
“But if you leave here he could find you and hurt you.” Oliver protested.
“Well what would you suggest I do then? I can’t put all these Muggles in danger.”
“Come home with me.”
“What?”
“Come home with me. I can protect you.”
Percy just stared at him. He didn’t want to put Oliver in danger either but he really didn’t have any other options. He looked up at Oliver and saw the hopeful look in his eyes and he just couldn’t resist.
“Al…alright.”