"I don't care what the fuck Voldemort says."

Percy jumps; he's never heard Oliver say his name.

"What?" asks Percy, confused.

"I said, I don't care what Voldemort says." His confidence grows, as demonstrated by his continued use of the name. "We defy him in every other aspect of our lives—why not this?"

He takes a step closer, and Percy trembles at the unexpected intimacy. "Are you sure?"

In answer, Oliver locks his hands around Percy's neck and kisses him like nothing will ever stop them.

And they might be denying it, but it will.

Percy avoids that thought.