Right… this is the sequel to the other story I posted today. Ah, the joys of not having school.

This is told from Percy’s POV.

Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances, own the Harry Potter franchise. I’m not rich, and I would be if I did.

I can feel him standing there. He’s probably staring. I caught him staring once when I woke up one night. He doesn’t know. He thinks I’m asleep. But I’m not.

I’ve been staying awake to see him stare at me. He’s been doing this almost every night, just standing there and staring. At me.

I gently crack open my eyes to gaze at him. You can just see the sleep rolling off his body.

He has a very nice body. Muscular arms and legs, and a toned chest that makes a very nice pillow. It’s tan from the long hours toiling in the summer sun, trying to be a better Keeper.

Lovely chocolate eyes, so full of warmth and happiness. I draw comfort from them a vast majority of the time. A full mouth made for smiling… and kissing. Soft brown hair, cut short. How I love to run my fingers through it. Broad shoulders, a wonderful place to rest my head and nuzzle his neck.

A gentle personality that can soothe even the roughest of my breakdowns. He does tend to talk about Quidditch obsessively ever now and then. He’s also a bit possessive of me, on occasion. He doesn’t like other men staring at me. He once pummeled a guy for talking to me when we were at a bookstore.

I watch him walk to our bed. I quickly close my eyes. Don’t want him to know I’m awake, do I? He’d probably tell me I need to get some rest. I find it sweet when he worries over me so. I feel the bed sink from his weight as he slips under the covers. One of his arms sneaks around my waist. I snuggle closer to his warmth.

“Love ya, Perce.”

“Hmm… Love you, too, Ollie.”