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rarepair_shorts2009-06-20 02:43 am
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Title: Christmas crush
Pairing:Percy/Oliver
Prompt: Chestnuts on an open fire
Rating: G
Word Count: 900
Summary: Oliver spends Christmas at the Weasley's and realizes half way through that he might have a crush.
Author's Notes: Slash obviously. Enjoy!
Prompt table:The prompt table
Christmas crush
The first time Oliver was invited to the Weasley’s house, it was for Christmas. The twins had approached him with beaming smiles on their faces and a single invitation written on cheap parchment addressed to him from their mother. The first thing to pass through his mind was the thought of some extra time playing Quidditch with his school mates, but there was also the warm fuzzy feeling of spending Christmas with such a large family that finally made him accept the offer.
His mother was disappointed but she still agreed that he could go if he promised he wouldn’t get himself in any trouble with Mrs. Weasley and to make sure he didn’t return to school with any broken limbs. Oliver made a mental note to avoid his plan on teaching the boys about blatching.
When they arrived at the Burrow for the first time, Oliver’s mouth was full of dust. He had breathed in while flooing and a wave of ashes had flown into his mouth. They had tasted bitter and much like the dirt he was so used to tasting after a rough game. The youngest Weasley; Ginny, had rushed to the kitchen to quickly fetch him a glass of water to clear his throat.
Oliver could remember looking around the house for ages trying to memorize it. All the warmth of family pictures, and homemade projects filling up nearly every space, somehow he couldn’t remember this being what family homes were like. The Wood home was so sterile compared to the Burrow, its white walls glaring back and judging him; expecting perfection from him. The feeling here was almost comforting, and the best memory he has of the place.
The day of Christmas they had decorated the tree with old knickknacks and strings of popcorn, as Mrs. Weasley busied herself in the kitchen preparing colossal amounts of food. Their stockings were hung over the fireplace before dinner and with much care. Oliver felt awful about hanging his purchased one next to Percy’s stretched and knitted one. He had made sure to mention to Percy that he wouldn’t mind trading, but Percy had just shook his head proudly and declared that he didn’t need a hand out. This made Oliver feel even worse.
Their afternoon was spent playing outside in the snow. Tossing snowballs at each other and building snowmen or snow forts. Once their noses were bright red, and they had laughed themselves silly Mr. Weasley arrived home and called them all in for dinner.
The enormous amount of food that sat in front of Oliver made his stomach ache. He couldn’t remember having ever eaten so much outside of Hogwarts. Of course, he knew the moment he took a bite of parsnip that he wouldn’t like it, but he managed a weak smile as he swallowed down the tart vegetable. Percy had warned him not to accept seconds from his mother but when Oliver nodded to her offer he got more than he bargained for and another spoonful of what he claims is the worst food he’s ever suffered through eating.
After the dishes were cleaned, and the left over’s stored away for the weeks to come, they had gathered in front of the fireplace and began roasting chestnuts for dessert. This was something Oliver had never done, as his family’s usual custom was an after supper Quidditch match. And at first, he thought it was rather boring, watching the nuts sitting in the fire cooking. There was no chasing after a Quaffle or snitch involved, and sitting still seemed pointless.
That was until Percy carefully situated himself beside Oliver to look after the nuts while his twin brothers challenged Ronald to a game of exploding snap. There was something elegant about the way Percy was able to cancel everything else out and give all his care and attention to handling the chestnuts. Rotating them and making sure they wouldn’t burn. Deep in the back of Oliver’s mind he knew there was a similarity between this and the way Percy felt for his family. Even though the boy sitting beside him would never admit to caring, the tenderness was still there.
It was there, chestnuts on an open fire that Oliver first felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach, like the butterflies he would get from taking off to fast. His face grew hot and he had to lean closer to the fireplace to hide the real reason it was turning red.
That night as he was lying next to Percy in the bed they were sharing, he decided to ask what the feeling was.
The redhead seemed to be stumbling over words as he looked up at the roof and never in Oliver’s direction. “Maybe it’s a crush. My mom says that when you like someone, you get butterflies all over your stomach and you feel light headed.”
Oliver could attest to feeling light headed, thankful he was lying down for once, “What about if it’s a boy?”
There was a short silence between them before Percy answered, “It’s the same I think.”
Oliver thought about this while they lay in the lumpy bed looking at the roof. “I-I think I like you.”
Percy turned his head to look at Oliver. “Oh.”
“That okay?” Oliver asked as he felt the blush sneaking back onto his cheeks.
Another pause.
“I guess so.”
Pairing:Percy/Oliver
Prompt: Chestnuts on an open fire
Rating: G
Word Count: 900
Summary: Oliver spends Christmas at the Weasley's and realizes half way through that he might have a crush.
Author's Notes: Slash obviously. Enjoy!
Prompt table:The prompt table
Christmas crush
The first time Oliver was invited to the Weasley’s house, it was for Christmas. The twins had approached him with beaming smiles on their faces and a single invitation written on cheap parchment addressed to him from their mother. The first thing to pass through his mind was the thought of some extra time playing Quidditch with his school mates, but there was also the warm fuzzy feeling of spending Christmas with such a large family that finally made him accept the offer.
His mother was disappointed but she still agreed that he could go if he promised he wouldn’t get himself in any trouble with Mrs. Weasley and to make sure he didn’t return to school with any broken limbs. Oliver made a mental note to avoid his plan on teaching the boys about blatching.
When they arrived at the Burrow for the first time, Oliver’s mouth was full of dust. He had breathed in while flooing and a wave of ashes had flown into his mouth. They had tasted bitter and much like the dirt he was so used to tasting after a rough game. The youngest Weasley; Ginny, had rushed to the kitchen to quickly fetch him a glass of water to clear his throat.
Oliver could remember looking around the house for ages trying to memorize it. All the warmth of family pictures, and homemade projects filling up nearly every space, somehow he couldn’t remember this being what family homes were like. The Wood home was so sterile compared to the Burrow, its white walls glaring back and judging him; expecting perfection from him. The feeling here was almost comforting, and the best memory he has of the place.
The day of Christmas they had decorated the tree with old knickknacks and strings of popcorn, as Mrs. Weasley busied herself in the kitchen preparing colossal amounts of food. Their stockings were hung over the fireplace before dinner and with much care. Oliver felt awful about hanging his purchased one next to Percy’s stretched and knitted one. He had made sure to mention to Percy that he wouldn’t mind trading, but Percy had just shook his head proudly and declared that he didn’t need a hand out. This made Oliver feel even worse.
Their afternoon was spent playing outside in the snow. Tossing snowballs at each other and building snowmen or snow forts. Once their noses were bright red, and they had laughed themselves silly Mr. Weasley arrived home and called them all in for dinner.
The enormous amount of food that sat in front of Oliver made his stomach ache. He couldn’t remember having ever eaten so much outside of Hogwarts. Of course, he knew the moment he took a bite of parsnip that he wouldn’t like it, but he managed a weak smile as he swallowed down the tart vegetable. Percy had warned him not to accept seconds from his mother but when Oliver nodded to her offer he got more than he bargained for and another spoonful of what he claims is the worst food he’s ever suffered through eating.
After the dishes were cleaned, and the left over’s stored away for the weeks to come, they had gathered in front of the fireplace and began roasting chestnuts for dessert. This was something Oliver had never done, as his family’s usual custom was an after supper Quidditch match. And at first, he thought it was rather boring, watching the nuts sitting in the fire cooking. There was no chasing after a Quaffle or snitch involved, and sitting still seemed pointless.
That was until Percy carefully situated himself beside Oliver to look after the nuts while his twin brothers challenged Ronald to a game of exploding snap. There was something elegant about the way Percy was able to cancel everything else out and give all his care and attention to handling the chestnuts. Rotating them and making sure they wouldn’t burn. Deep in the back of Oliver’s mind he knew there was a similarity between this and the way Percy felt for his family. Even though the boy sitting beside him would never admit to caring, the tenderness was still there.
It was there, chestnuts on an open fire that Oliver first felt a tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach, like the butterflies he would get from taking off to fast. His face grew hot and he had to lean closer to the fireplace to hide the real reason it was turning red.
That night as he was lying next to Percy in the bed they were sharing, he decided to ask what the feeling was.
The redhead seemed to be stumbling over words as he looked up at the roof and never in Oliver’s direction. “Maybe it’s a crush. My mom says that when you like someone, you get butterflies all over your stomach and you feel light headed.”
Oliver could attest to feeling light headed, thankful he was lying down for once, “What about if it’s a boy?”
There was a short silence between them before Percy answered, “It’s the same I think.”
Oliver thought about this while they lay in the lumpy bed looking at the roof. “I-I think I like you.”
Percy turned his head to look at Oliver. “Oh.”
“That okay?” Oliver asked as he felt the blush sneaking back onto his cheeks.
Another pause.
“I guess so.”
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