Hello. This is an OW/PW story. Tis slash; if you don’t like it, leave. It’s not anything to out there, but is two guys in love with one another.

Anyways, this is told from Oliver POV. Might be a sequel told from Percy POV.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or any of that. Cause there is gay character here and not in book.

Note: I’m not so good with accents in my writing. I can’t write a Texan accent and I am a Texan. What makes you think I can do a Scottish one?

Please R&R.

Asleep

I silently step into our room. It’s late at night. He’s probably asleep. Practice has been getting harder and longer, despite the war. It’s this whole concept of keeping Quidditch going so the masses don’t believe that the Ministry has completely lost control. My love told me this. It’s a stupid idea, really.

I stop and look at him, lying in between the dark sheets. A stark contrast. His skin is so, so pale. I like it, it’s beautiful. And with the moon light shying in through the blinds, making it all the more lovely. And the freckles, oh, the freckles. Like a light dusting of cinnamon over vanilla ice cream, and just as delicious.

His hair, a gorgeous shade of red, dark from never venturing outside. The red locks twisted in tight curls make him seem like those cherubs painted in the Muggle’s religious art. I think he’s cuter.

And his eyes. Such a deep shade of blue, like a stormy ocean. Completely mesmerizing. I adore the way his eyes shine when sets his gaze upon me. It’s so sweet.

He can be a bit perplexing. Always fussing over me and his work. Doesn’t really fuss over himself. That’s obvious as it looks like his lost weight over these past three years. Need to feed him more, and more frequently. Lost sleep too, bags around his eyes. Glad to see him sleeping.

A yawn escapes my lips. I can feel how tired my body is. So I cross to our bed and get between the sheets. I snuggle closer to him, throwing an arm over his body.

“Love ya, Perce.”