Studying
Title: Studying
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Category: Comedy, Fluff
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Summary: How does Oliver Wood spend his spare time in Gryffindor Tower?
Disclaimer: I own the plot. Everything else belongs to J. K. Rowling.
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Studying
"Fifteen house points! Percy, that's rubbish!"
Oliver Wood stormed into the Seventh Year's dormitory and marched straight across to a desk where a tall, lanky redhead was sorting through a stack of books.
"Oliver, really, do you have any ground to be arguing this decision?" Percy Weasley discarded two of the books onto the desk and strode over to his bed with the other, his old hand-me-down copy of New Theory of Numerology. He climbed up to the head of his bed and sat with his legs stretched over the neatly tucked-in comforter.
"Oh, come off it!" Oliver groaned as he watched Percy perch himself on the bed and open to a saved page in the book. Vaguely, he recalled that they were supposed to have finished reading the book by their next lesson. "What's the point of my boyfriend being Head Boy if I can't even get away with a harmless act?"
Percy rolled his eyes but directed them right back to his place in the book. "Harmless act," he retorted. "You had objects charmed and flying around the common room at dangerously fast speeds."
"Pillows!" Oliver threw his hands into the air. "They were only Pillows, Percy! And the team has to practice!"
"You and your Quidditch team were outside practicing all afternoon, Oliver. Don't you remember? You opted for that instead of meeting with me in the Library to go over your Potions essay."
"Is this really because I ditched a study-date in order to further our house's chance at winning the Quidditch Cup?" Oliver crossed his arms over his chest. He was standing next to Percy's bed now and growing quite annoyed that the redhead was still pretending as though his book was more interesting than he.
Heaving a sigh, Percy turned a page in his book. "No, Oliver. I took away house points because what you did was stupid and dangerous. George almost took off Seamus Finnigan's head with slapping those pillows around."
"It was a bludger and it was headed for Longbottom's toad. At least Seamus would have survived the attack."
For a moment, Percy looked over the top of his book and his mouth was fallen open in a way that made it look like he was about to say something. However, he must have decided against it, as he simply shook his head and looked back at the pages before him.
This was enough for Oliver. With a huff, he reached out, snatched the book from Percy's hands, and flung it across the room. Before Percy had time to utter a protest, Oliver had lifted his wand and pointed it at the falling book. Right away, Percy's Arithmancy book stopped in mid-fall, and it stayed put in the air.
Still holding his wand out, Oliver turned to glance back at Percy, whose eyebrow was raised. "You're getting quite good at that," he remarked.
"Reflexes like a cat," Oliver said with a confident shrug.
"Or a lion?" They chuckled. "Very well. May I have it back now?"
Oliver bit his lip as though he were trying to make a very difficult decision. "No, I don't think so," he said finally and turned back to look at the book. He waved his wand and the book did a flip in the air.
"Don't make me duel you for it," Percy said in what he obviously thought was a threatening tone, but Oliver wasn't put off in the slightest.
"I could take you in a duel." Percy scoffed at this, and Oliver pressed his point with a fervent huff. "Hey, you get higher marks than I do, for sure, but that's mostly because of your theory work. When it comes to actions, you know damn well that I'm not bad." As if to prove his point, Oliver stuck his tongue between his teeth and proceeded to make the book circle the ceiling of their room.
"Oh, Oliver," Percy sighed and rolled his eyes. He moved to the edge of his bed so that he was perched on his knees, eye-level with the Keeper as the latter continued to focus on having the book do tricks around the ceiling. "I know perfectly well that you're good at taking action."
Without another word, Percy lightly placed his hands on the collar of Oliver's robes and leaned over to peck him on the lips. Oliver's brow rose and his concentration broke. The book began to fall from where it had been dancing about the ceiling. Before Oliver could realize the mistake he had made, Percy lifted his own wand, and the book righted itself in the air again.
Oliver gasped, unable to hide his amused smile at being tricked. "That's cheating, Weasley!" He roared. Percy felt a large palm placed flat on his chest then, and a hard shove. He fell back onto his mattress and dropped his wand at his side. Immediately, he looked over at the book, but saw that, once again, the tattered old hand-me-down had been saved from certain doom as Oliver was once again pointing his wand at it. Percy watched as the book floated into Oliver's outstretched hand.
As he placed the book on the mattress away from Percy's immediate reach, Oliver smirked down at his boyfriend and shook his head. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "Cheater, cheater... pumpkin eater." Oliver pointed his wand to the nightstand, which was just past Percy's head, causing Percy to duck out of instinct. On the nightstand behind him, a bottle of ink was suddenly transfigured into a very small pumpkin.
"I was not cheating," Percy grumbled as he touched his ear to make sure Oliver had done nothing to it. "I was being tactful."
"I think that's a bit of a toss-up, Perce," Oliver chuckled and made the pumpkin float his way. It bounced around in the air doing a series of flips, and when it was near enough to the Keeper, Oliver snatched it out of the air. Not surprisingly, he found that he was not holding a real pumpkin, but a small wooden pumpkin. He mused that this might make a very suitable paperweight, if Percy wouldn't mind losing the ink.
Percy said nothing. Oliver smiled at him. "Now, Percy, I suggest you pick up your ears, and listen very carefully." Suddenly, Percy felt his ears being pulled. He gave a yelp and sat up straighter to try to lessen the discomfort he was feeling.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" He asked after his ears had been let go. His hands came up to rub at them. "And what are you saying? Those aren't even spells."
"They're Muggle sayings, Perce! Come on, even we use some of them; you must know a few!" Again, Percy said nothing; he merely stared at Oliver, who was not about to be deterred. He began tossing the paperweight pumpkin into the air. "You know Percy, an apple a day," the small wooden pumpkin transfigured into a small wooden apple at mid-toss, "keeps the doctor away."
"Whatever you say," Percy shook his head, "as long as you keep your focus on that apple and off me. I don't want to be turned into a raccoon."
Oliver feigned a hurt look. The hand clutching the apple came to press against his injured heart. "Oh, come on, Percy. I turned Powell into a badger, and that was completely by accident. Besides, if anything, I think I would have enough sense to turn you into a weas-"
"Don't say it." The look on Percy's face was enough to make Oliver laugh, but he held it in. "Don't. Even. Say it."
"Okay, Percy," the smirk was still evident on his face as Oliver twirled his wand between his fingers in thought. "Oh, here's another one for you." Unable to help himself, Percy grinned with apprehensive amusement of what his boyfriend would do next. Oliver reached out with his free hand and grasped hold of Percy's, turning it over so that his palm was out. "A bird in the hand," he began, and tapped Percy's palm, where a small bird appeared, "is worth two..." he leaned over and pecked Percy on the mouth, then tapped the vivid red hair with his wand, "in the bush." Two more small birds appeared, and the three of them fluttered about the boys' heads for a moment before flying up to flutter around the dormitory ceiling.
For a moment, the two watched the birds with a content silence. Then, Percy brought his gaze down to look at Oliver. "You know," he said, "if you were trying to impress me, it'd due for you to remember that I can do all of these tricks, too."
"Hey!" Oliver laughed, "I've been working on conjuring those birds for two weeks and you know it! You could give me some sort of congratulations on the accomplishment."
"I'm sorry," Percy chuckled and shook his head. "How's this? I think I've thought of a Muggle saying for you." Oliver crossed his arms and nodded his assent, and Percy picked up his wand from where it lay on the bed. "I think I remember Dad saying this to Bill once." He cleared his throat. "Liar, liar, pants on f-"
"Stop!" Oliver lunged forward immediately and knocked Percy onto his back. "I get it! I get it!" He shouted and knocked the wand out of Percy's hand. "I'll never charm the pillows in the common room again!"
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Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Category: Comedy, Fluff
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Summary: How does Oliver Wood spend his spare time in Gryffindor Tower?
Disclaimer: I own the plot. Everything else belongs to J. K. Rowling.
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Studying
"Fifteen house points! Percy, that's rubbish!"
Oliver Wood stormed into the Seventh Year's dormitory and marched straight across to a desk where a tall, lanky redhead was sorting through a stack of books.
"Oliver, really, do you have any ground to be arguing this decision?" Percy Weasley discarded two of the books onto the desk and strode over to his bed with the other, his old hand-me-down copy of New Theory of Numerology. He climbed up to the head of his bed and sat with his legs stretched over the neatly tucked-in comforter.
"Oh, come off it!" Oliver groaned as he watched Percy perch himself on the bed and open to a saved page in the book. Vaguely, he recalled that they were supposed to have finished reading the book by their next lesson. "What's the point of my boyfriend being Head Boy if I can't even get away with a harmless act?"
Percy rolled his eyes but directed them right back to his place in the book. "Harmless act," he retorted. "You had objects charmed and flying around the common room at dangerously fast speeds."
"Pillows!" Oliver threw his hands into the air. "They were only Pillows, Percy! And the team has to practice!"
"You and your Quidditch team were outside practicing all afternoon, Oliver. Don't you remember? You opted for that instead of meeting with me in the Library to go over your Potions essay."
"Is this really because I ditched a study-date in order to further our house's chance at winning the Quidditch Cup?" Oliver crossed his arms over his chest. He was standing next to Percy's bed now and growing quite annoyed that the redhead was still pretending as though his book was more interesting than he.
Heaving a sigh, Percy turned a page in his book. "No, Oliver. I took away house points because what you did was stupid and dangerous. George almost took off Seamus Finnigan's head with slapping those pillows around."
"It was a bludger and it was headed for Longbottom's toad. At least Seamus would have survived the attack."
For a moment, Percy looked over the top of his book and his mouth was fallen open in a way that made it look like he was about to say something. However, he must have decided against it, as he simply shook his head and looked back at the pages before him.
This was enough for Oliver. With a huff, he reached out, snatched the book from Percy's hands, and flung it across the room. Before Percy had time to utter a protest, Oliver had lifted his wand and pointed it at the falling book. Right away, Percy's Arithmancy book stopped in mid-fall, and it stayed put in the air.
Still holding his wand out, Oliver turned to glance back at Percy, whose eyebrow was raised. "You're getting quite good at that," he remarked.
"Reflexes like a cat," Oliver said with a confident shrug.
"Or a lion?" They chuckled. "Very well. May I have it back now?"
Oliver bit his lip as though he were trying to make a very difficult decision. "No, I don't think so," he said finally and turned back to look at the book. He waved his wand and the book did a flip in the air.
"Don't make me duel you for it," Percy said in what he obviously thought was a threatening tone, but Oliver wasn't put off in the slightest.
"I could take you in a duel." Percy scoffed at this, and Oliver pressed his point with a fervent huff. "Hey, you get higher marks than I do, for sure, but that's mostly because of your theory work. When it comes to actions, you know damn well that I'm not bad." As if to prove his point, Oliver stuck his tongue between his teeth and proceeded to make the book circle the ceiling of their room.
"Oh, Oliver," Percy sighed and rolled his eyes. He moved to the edge of his bed so that he was perched on his knees, eye-level with the Keeper as the latter continued to focus on having the book do tricks around the ceiling. "I know perfectly well that you're good at taking action."
Without another word, Percy lightly placed his hands on the collar of Oliver's robes and leaned over to peck him on the lips. Oliver's brow rose and his concentration broke. The book began to fall from where it had been dancing about the ceiling. Before Oliver could realize the mistake he had made, Percy lifted his own wand, and the book righted itself in the air again.
Oliver gasped, unable to hide his amused smile at being tricked. "That's cheating, Weasley!" He roared. Percy felt a large palm placed flat on his chest then, and a hard shove. He fell back onto his mattress and dropped his wand at his side. Immediately, he looked over at the book, but saw that, once again, the tattered old hand-me-down had been saved from certain doom as Oliver was once again pointing his wand at it. Percy watched as the book floated into Oliver's outstretched hand.
As he placed the book on the mattress away from Percy's immediate reach, Oliver smirked down at his boyfriend and shook his head. "Tsk, tsk," he said. "Cheater, cheater... pumpkin eater." Oliver pointed his wand to the nightstand, which was just past Percy's head, causing Percy to duck out of instinct. On the nightstand behind him, a bottle of ink was suddenly transfigured into a very small pumpkin.
"I was not cheating," Percy grumbled as he touched his ear to make sure Oliver had done nothing to it. "I was being tactful."
"I think that's a bit of a toss-up, Perce," Oliver chuckled and made the pumpkin float his way. It bounced around in the air doing a series of flips, and when it was near enough to the Keeper, Oliver snatched it out of the air. Not surprisingly, he found that he was not holding a real pumpkin, but a small wooden pumpkin. He mused that this might make a very suitable paperweight, if Percy wouldn't mind losing the ink.
Percy said nothing. Oliver smiled at him. "Now, Percy, I suggest you pick up your ears, and listen very carefully." Suddenly, Percy felt his ears being pulled. He gave a yelp and sat up straighter to try to lessen the discomfort he was feeling.
"Oliver, what are you doing?" He asked after his ears had been let go. His hands came up to rub at them. "And what are you saying? Those aren't even spells."
"They're Muggle sayings, Perce! Come on, even we use some of them; you must know a few!" Again, Percy said nothing; he merely stared at Oliver, who was not about to be deterred. He began tossing the paperweight pumpkin into the air. "You know Percy, an apple a day," the small wooden pumpkin transfigured into a small wooden apple at mid-toss, "keeps the doctor away."
"Whatever you say," Percy shook his head, "as long as you keep your focus on that apple and off me. I don't want to be turned into a raccoon."
Oliver feigned a hurt look. The hand clutching the apple came to press against his injured heart. "Oh, come on, Percy. I turned Powell into a badger, and that was completely by accident. Besides, if anything, I think I would have enough sense to turn you into a weas-"
"Don't say it." The look on Percy's face was enough to make Oliver laugh, but he held it in. "Don't. Even. Say it."
"Okay, Percy," the smirk was still evident on his face as Oliver twirled his wand between his fingers in thought. "Oh, here's another one for you." Unable to help himself, Percy grinned with apprehensive amusement of what his boyfriend would do next. Oliver reached out with his free hand and grasped hold of Percy's, turning it over so that his palm was out. "A bird in the hand," he began, and tapped Percy's palm, where a small bird appeared, "is worth two..." he leaned over and pecked Percy on the mouth, then tapped the vivid red hair with his wand, "in the bush." Two more small birds appeared, and the three of them fluttered about the boys' heads for a moment before flying up to flutter around the dormitory ceiling.
For a moment, the two watched the birds with a content silence. Then, Percy brought his gaze down to look at Oliver. "You know," he said, "if you were trying to impress me, it'd due for you to remember that I can do all of these tricks, too."
"Hey!" Oliver laughed, "I've been working on conjuring those birds for two weeks and you know it! You could give me some sort of congratulations on the accomplishment."
"I'm sorry," Percy chuckled and shook his head. "How's this? I think I've thought of a Muggle saying for you." Oliver crossed his arms and nodded his assent, and Percy picked up his wand from where it lay on the bed. "I think I remember Dad saying this to Bill once." He cleared his throat. "Liar, liar, pants on f-"
"Stop!" Oliver lunged forward immediately and knocked Percy onto his back. "I get it! I get it!" He shouted and knocked the wand out of Percy's hand. "I'll never charm the pillows in the common room again!"
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