A/N: Okay. I know. It's been a while. Like, nearly four years. But for some reason, I've recently had this strange desire to finish the damn story. I've been in a weird writing frenzy for the last couple of days or so. It's very strange.

I have this chapter finished, the next chapter finished, and I've been working on Chapter nine since yesterday. I'm going to be posting them in a bit. I've handwritten everything, so I need time to type it.

I'm really sorry that I've been so long in posting. I've been seriously injured in the past three years and my dad has died. I started teaching at a University, but found that I didn't really like it that much and so changed careers.

I work for Planned Parenthood now, and I love it.

Probably the reason I've been on this writing kick is the midterm elections. And did we kick ass or what? We took back the House; it's looking like we took by the Senate. We defeated the abortion ban in South Dakota and a gay marriage ban in Arizona.

I'm pretty damn stoked.

Anyway, I really started writing again after President Bush came to Statesboro (where I went to college and then taught for a year.) I helped the students there organize a protest of Bush's visit in no more the four days. Over three hundred protesters showed up. It was amazing.

President Bush does not get to come to my little hamlet without a coalition of the sane to protest the occasion.

For all you readers out there who aren't American, you can ignore my preceding anti-Bush statements. I'm just so excited.

Anyway, let me know what you think of this story. It's been so long since I started it. I may be veering off the path a bit.

Love and kisses,


PS: I don't own the boys. I'm not a gazillionaire.

In which our boys work some things out

Luckily, before going downstairs, Percy remembered to run and grab his and Oliver's cloaks. Surely someone would wonder if they showed up in slacks and t-shirts to a formal dinner.

The twins were surprisingly decent during dinner. Other than a rather forced comment about finding Percy and Oliver in the closet, they did little more than alert Bill and Charlie that they were in on the secret.

Percy, however, was palpably anxious for the rest of the night.

The entire group portkeyed home late.

Before starting up the stairs at the Burrow, Oliver grabbed Percy's hand.

"Stop worrying about your brothers."

Percy looked up at Oliver, "I'm not."

"You are. What's the worst thing that could happen?" Oliver smiled.

"What if my mum found out?"

"So, I have to sleep with the twins for the rest of the break. Inconvenient, but doable."

"Oh, it's not that."

Oliver stopped smiling and dropped Percy's hand. "Oh."

"What oh?" Percy looked confused at Oliver's sudden coolness.

"I see."

"See what?"

"You're ashamed of me. Of us. I'm just a stupid quidditch jock."

"What?!" Percy looked even more confused. "What are you talking about?"

Oliver began working his way toward Percy's bedroom. Percy followed behind, perplexed.

Who would ever believe that he was ashamed of Oliver? Seriously, Oliver! He was only the most attractive, funny, interesting person at Hogwarts. Who would believe that PERCY was ashamed of OLIVER?

By the time Percy overcame his shock and moved into the bedroom, Oliver was already in the bathroom changing. Percy looked around blankly, then began to change into his own pajamas. What was Oliver on about?

"How could you think that I'm ashamed of you?" he blurted when Oliver returned.

Oliver gave him a pained look. "Well, it's obvious, isn't it? You don't want anyone to find out about us. Because you're ashamed. You're probably not even . . . oh god—oh god. . .." Oliver looked frantic. He sat on the bed, breathing hard.

Percy took a step forward. "Are you okay?" He put a hand on Oliver's shoulder.

Looking up into Percy's eyes, Oliver tried not to hyperventilate. "Are you going to break up with me when the hols are over?"

Percy was speechless for a moment. "No . . . I . . . no! Why would you think that?"

"Because you're smarter than me. And funnier. And I know that Penelope girl has a crush on you. And, oh god, you'd even look good together. All her stupid hair and your skin. And she's a Ravenclaw, so she's really smart. Maybe even smart enough for you."

Percy was shocked. "Oliver, I'm not going to leave you. And Penny's just a friend. I would never date her. She's a girl for god's sake. And she doesn't like me anyway. I'm not going to break up with you. I love you!"

Oliver looked up sharply. "Then why is it so important that no one find out about us?"

Percy threw up his hands. "So you have time to change your mind!"

There was a silence that stretched on.

Finally Oliver began to laugh. "I knew things were going too well."

Percy looked into Oliver's eyes and began to laugh too. "We're a pretty pathetic pair."

Oliver became serious. "I'm not going to change my mind, you know. I want us—this—I want it to last."

Percy sat down beside Oliver on the bed. "I just figured—you know, that this might be one of those vacation things. It's all well and good here, but at school there will be more interesting people—and quidditch."

Oliver was quiet for a moment. "I've been having these dreams for about a year now. They're about you. First, I'm playing quidditch, then you're standing below me in the middle of the pitch. The crowd and teams disappear and I fly straight at you. And you're looking up at me, but just before I can get to you, you look off to your right and walk away."

"So, you see, I think I've wanted you for much longer than I knew. I just figured that you were out of my league."

Percy grabbed Oliver's hand. "Geez, Oliver. You're the popular one, the beautiful one. I just keep thinking about what everyone's going to say."

"Could they say something that would make you leave me?" Oliver worried.

Percy scrunched up in face in what Oliver, through his worry, considered to be a cute manner. "I'm not worried about me. I'm used to it. I don't want them to start treating you like they treat me. I couldn't bear it if that happened."

Oliver turned so that his whole body faced Percy, and grabbed both of his hands. "What do you mean 'like they treat you?' How do they treat you?"

Percy looked uncomfortable. "Nevermind, I just meant I don't want you to get made fun of because you're dating me. And I know there're a hundred other people who'd love to take my place. I can start a list if you'd like."

"No. I want to know what you meant by your statement. What do people say to you?"

"Oh," Percy became exasperated, "it's not what they say exactly. I know they all call me 'Perfect Percy.' I'm used to that. It's just that they all look at me like they're waiting for me to do something that they can laugh at. The twins have been giving me that look since they were born.

Everyone thinks that I think that I'm better than everyone else, but that's not true. Everybody else is better than me and I don't want to waste their time."

Percy tried to turn away, but Oliver wouldn't let him. "That's not true Percy. You're wonderful."

Percy smiled wryly. "No, I'm smart. And that's only because I study."

"No. You study because you're smart and like to know new things. I love that about you. And you help all the first years with their homework. And you're sensitive, and you're hilarious. You just only say those kinds of things to me, so I'm the only one who knows. And, god, Percy, you're gorgeous."

Percy looked at him like he was slow. "You're delusional."

"No, I'm not. I love your hair. And all your freckles—I just want to trace them with my fingertips. You're eyes." Oliver leaned away from Percy so that he could take him in as he spoke. "God, your mouth alone. And your hands are perfect. And your skin looks like milk, except for all the freckles. Jesus, freckles." Oliver's eyes were glazing over. "I just think that . . . ." Oliver trailed off, leaning towards Percy.

Allowing himself to be kissed before continuing, Percy sighed. "I don't know if I believe you, but I believe that you believe it."

Oliver smiled. "Why don't you want your mum and dad to know about us? Would they care?"

"Not really. I just wonder how my mum would take the fact that we share a dorm. I don't want her to request separate rooms."

Oliver laughed. "What is she worried you'll get pregnant?"

Percy smiled. "Laugh if you want. I am a Weasley. We're ridiculously fertile."

The boys had a good laugh while situating themselves in the bed. Oliver threw one leg over both of Percy's and laid his head on Percy's stomach. "So there's no chance you're going to leave me for Prissy Clearwater?"

"It's Penny, Oliver, and she's my friend." Percy threaded the fingers of his left hand into Oliver's hair. "And there's nothing that could make me leave you—ever."

Oliver smiled into Percy's stomach. "Then we can tell everyone at school that we're dating?"

Percy paused for a second. "Yeah, let's."

They both drifted off to sleep smiling.

A/N: Next chapter: Back to Hogwarts!