- Rating:
- R
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Genres:
- Slash Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban
- Stats:
-
Published: 12/12/2001Updated: 10/06/2002Words: 28,478Chapters: 6Hits: 14,070
Keeper's Secrets
Wood's Keeper
- Story Summary:
- Oliver Wood has a secret. So does Percy Weasley. They share the secret of a love that dare not speak its name. Can the Keeper and the Prefect keep their Secrets? And what cost if they don't? Slash romance, Oliver/Percy, rated R.
Keeper's Secrets 07
- Posted:
- 10/06/2002
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- 1,402
Boxing Day, 1994
Percy opened one eye ever so slightly and squinted towards his window,
which was lit only with silver moonlight. "Nrgh," Percy
grumbled and turned over, pulling the duvet up over his neck and
snuggling up closer to Oliver.
I can hear the soft breathing of the boy that I love
As he lies here beside me asleep with the night
And his hair in a fine mist floats on my pillow
Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight.
He awoke again, several hours later, the moonlight gone and replaced
with the pitch-black rattle of his windowpane as the pouring rain struck
it at an angle, the wind barrelling down off Dartmoor and across the
Burrow.
Percy lay awake, listening to the rain for a long time. The grey, cloudy
light got bright enough to cast shadows on the wall and, kissing a
softly-snoring Oliver on top of the head, he slipped out of bed and put
on his dressing-gown. Oliver mumbled happily and went back to
snoring.
Someone told me long ago
There's a calm before the storm
I know...it's been coming for some time
When it's over so they say
It'll rain on a sunny day
I know...shining down like water
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain?
I want to know
Have you ever seen the rain?
Percy padded down the silent hallway to the loo and, as he washed his
hands, he stared at the face in the mirror for several seconds, running
his hands through his hair, pulling it up and away from his forehead. To
think...less than a week ago, he and Oliver were not together, still
'just friends', though friends with secret infatuations for each other.
It felt like the world was rushing by so quickly while he and Oliver
were walking slowly, hand in hand, along a beach, admiring the view.
Percy frowned and leaned forward onto the sink, running the water and
splashing it on his face. Now that the continual adrenalin rush of the
past six days was starting to wear off, he was concerned about Oliver's
parents, he realised. He knew that Oliver needed them, needed their
support, or else he'd have to find that support elsewhere. Percy frowned
again.
When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least:
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee,--and then my state
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven's gate;
For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings'.
Notwithstanding all the surreptitious reading about gay issues and facts
and opinions and everything else that a young man who has a crush on his
male best friend does, Percy was still at a loss as to how to deal with
the large, parent-shaped hole in Oliver's heart. With time, of course,
Oliver would learn to deal without them if necessary...but would that
be necessary? Percy frowned again, but caught himself. Having
frown wrinkles before hitting twenty was not part of his master
plan.
How did I know you had a master plan, Percy's devil said,
settling onto his shoulder.
Oh, honestly, there's nothing wrong with being prepared, his
angel said, sitting next to the devil.
Oh, I agree, the devil said, squirting the angel with a tiny tube of
lubricant before they both disappeared.
Percy blinked and stared in the mirror again, and a pair of eyes stared
back at him. "You've changed," he told the face in the mirror
aloud, despite the fact that it was not a magical mirror and thus could
not reply. Yes, he had changed. And he was going to have to start
making changes too. Like telling Penelope about Oliver, and...the
gay thing. There really wasn't a better way to put it than 'the
gay thing', Percy thought to himself. 'My sexuality' was too clinical,
'me being a fag' was too abrupt and bombshell-ish.
"Penelope, I want to tell you about my boyfriend," Percy tried
out aloud to the mirror. Too bombshell-ish? Perhaps.
"Penny, I haven't been totally honest with you, and I regret that
very much." Oh, please, you sound like you're going to tell her
that you've been nicking Galleons out of her handbag.
"Penelope, there's something I need to tell you." Not bad.
But...what if she already knew? What if she was offended by the fact
that Percy was assuming that she didn't know?
"Now you're just second-guessing yourself," Percy said to the
mirror. Damn straight, his angel replied, popping into view for a
brief moment before disappearing again.
"Penny, there's something that I'm not sure if you know or not, but
if you don't, then I want to tell you." Gods, if she ever figured
out what you were saying between all the negatives and the 'if's...
"Penelope, there's something I need to make sure you know."
That's better. Non-committal. It'd certainly seem like he gave her the
credit of being able to guess. Although...
"Penny, I need to make sure you know I'm gay." That sounded
best. Shorter, more to the point, but still not underestimating her
powers of divination.
Percy frowned again and then smoothed his forehead out with his fingers.
"No, not stressed about this at all, not me," he said to his
reflection with a grin and a sigh. "Shit."
When you're standing in deep water
And you're bailing yourself out with a straw
And when you're drowning in deep water
And you wake up making love to a wall
Well it's these little times that help to remind
It's nothing without love.
He padded back down the hallway towards his room and slipped back into
bed next to Oliver. There were a few noises coming from the kitchen
downstairs, but the grandfather clock in the hallway had read You've
Got Ages Yet, so he felt justified in going back to sleep.
Except, Percy realised three seconds later, that his mind was still
running at Firebolt speed. It was Penny, he thought. The last thing he
wanted to do was hurt her, but at the same time, she needed to know that
he was not going to -- could not -- love her as anything more than a
good friend. What would she think of him? How would she react?
He stared at the ceiling. Would it be easier for her to know that the
reason Percy was calling their relationship off was not for another
woman? He'd read so much conflicting information from various sources on
that question. On the other hand, there was the question of whether she
would be embarrassed to have 'turned' Percy gay. He knew that the
very idea that that was possible was silly...but did she know
that? There was, he realised, a distinct lack of ways for a straight
person, particularly a straight wizard or witch, to find out information
about gay people and what made them tick.
Percy rolled his eyes at himself. Here he was, lying in bed next to the
person he loved more than anything in the world, and being concerned
about how the straight wizarding community got its information about
issues of sexuality. Damn it, Percy thought. I am
anally retentive.
Oliver gave a snuffle and shifted position. But then again, Percy
thought, that's not entirely a downside...
Where it was dark now there's light,
Where there was pain now there's joy,
Where there was weakness, I found my strength,
All in the eyes of a boy.
Hush, love, I see a light in the sky,
Oh, it's almost blinding me.
I can't believe I've been touched by an angel with love.
Let the rain come down and wash away my tears.
Let it fill my soul and drown my fears.
Let it shatter the walls for a new sun.
A new day has come.
A new day has come.
Oliver was still showering, and Percy sat at the kitchen table, playing
with his now-cold piece of toast. Crumbs crackled off it, falling onto
his jumper and jeans, but he was lost in thought and didn't notice.
"Really, Percy, you'd think you were twelve again," his mother
said, tutting as the crumbs fell to the floor.
"Hmm? Oh. Sorry, Mum."
Molly sat down on the chair opposite him and folded her hands into her
apron. "What's wrong, Percy?"
Percy didn't meet her eyes. "Things."
His mother took his hands into hers and tried to make eye contact.
"What sort of things, love?"
"Penny things. I haven't the foggiest what to do about them,
either."
Molly sighed. "Oh, I see. What are you thinking of doing?"
"Well, I can either go see her and tell her. Or not."
"I know I sound terribly old saying this, dear, but nothing good
ever came of waiting around with something like this."
"I know, Mum, but...it's not that easy."
"Nothing worth doing ever is," she said gently.
Percy sighed. "All right. So I do go and tell her...and then what?
How do I tell her?"
Molly smiled at her son. "You'll work something out, I know you
will."
Percy sighed, his forehead crinkling.
When I find myself in times of trouble,
Mother Mary comes to me,
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness
She is standing right in front of me
Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be,
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.
Footsteps came from outside the kitchen and a figure came round the
door.
"Oh, here's Oliver. Tea, Oliver dear?" Molly asked, getting up
and heading for the teapot.
"Oh, yes please," Oliver said, heading over to Percy.
"Morning," Percy said, reaching up for Oliver's head and
pulling it down towards him.
"Hiya, gorgeous," Oliver murmured into Percy's ear while Molly
was pouring the tea. He nipped gently at the tip of Percy's ear.
Percy sighed again, a mixture of contentedness and sadness.
"What's wrong, darling boy?" Oliver asked concernedly.
"Penny," Percy said. "Don't know what to do."
"Tell her, sooner rather than later," Oliver said.
Molly came over with Oliver's tea. "See? We agree on that, Percy
dear," she said.
"All right. Oliver, will you come with me?"
"Why don't you send Hermes?" his mother suggested as she
walked out of the kitchen with a basket full of washing.
"Good idea," Percy said with a sigh, reaching behind him for a
piece of paper.
Dear Penny,
I really need to see you soon. We need to talk about some things that I
can't really put in an owl. How about Diagon Alley sometime this
afternoon? Send Hermes back with your reply.
--Percy
"Perce," Oliver said gently. "That sounds like an
'I'm about to dump you' letter."
"It is," Percy said.
Oliver caught his voice for a second. "You're right. It
is."
"Is it really that bad?" Percy asked.
"Well... try this. Let me dictate."
Dear Penny,
Haven't seen you in ages -- I miss chatting to you. Want to meet
up for some ice-cream in Diagon Alley today? Send Hermes back with a
note.
--Percy
"Ol, that's a bit disingenuous," Percy said. "It
sounds like I just want to meet her for a chat, rather than to...you
know."
"Tell her you're gay?" Oliver said, comfortingly. "Perce,
I don't know... Are you ready for this? If you can't say it to yourself,
do you really want to start stuttering when you have to tell
Penny?"
Percy closed his eyes for a long second. "You're right. As
usual."
Oliver draped his arms around Percy. "Be strong, my
Percy."
It'll be fine lover of mine
It'll be just fine
Lend your voices only to sounds of freedom,
No longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from,
Fill your lives with love and bravery
And you shall lead a life uncommon
I've heard your anguish, I've heard your hearts cry out.
We are tired, we are weary, but we aren't worn out.
Set down your chains, until only faith remains,
Set down your chains.
And lend your voices only to sounds of freedom,
No longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from,
Fill your lives with love and bravery
And we shall lead a life uncommon
They arrived in Diagon Alley to find the Leaky Cauldron absolutely
heaving with people. It seemed like everybody and their grandmother was
out returning presents that were the wrong size. Percy remembered from
Muggle Studies that non-wizards had the day off on Boxing Day.
Apparently, he recalled, Muggles didn't call it Boxing Day because you
boxed up all the presents you didn't want and returned them. The Muggle
holiday had something to do with masters giving servants the day off,
but no house elf had ever wanted the day off, particularly not at this
busiest time of the year.
They weaved around an old witch with a walking stick and a stuffed
badger on her head, and headed into the Alley. The sun didn't look like
it was going to come out any time soon, so the Alley was quite chilly
and covered with slush from the heavy frost.
Remember, Percy's angel said to him from on top of his left
shoulder, don't touch him in public. You don't want to out yourself
that way.
Oh, fuck that, the devil said disgustedly from the other side of
his shoulder. Do you really care what people who don't know you
think?
Except that there are a lot of people here who do know
you, the angel said, and you probably will have to talk to them
at some point. You'll probably want to get a job from some of them,
too.
Do you really want to work somewhere where people hate you? the
devil asked.
"Oh, shut up," Percy said absent-mindedly.
"What?" Oliver looked at him.
"Oh. Not you. Sorry, talking to myself."
So we're okay, we're fine
Baby I'm here to stop your crying,
Chase all the ghosts from your head.
I'm stronger than the monster beneath your bed,
Smarter than the tricks played on your heart.
We'll look at them together then we'll take them apart
Adding up the total of a love that's true
Multiply life by the power of two
Percy and Oliver picked their way along the Alley until they reached
Quality Quidditch Supplies, where Oliver caught sight of the
Firebolt in the window.
"Ooh, let's go in," Oliver said, dragging Percy by the sleeve
into the shop. He headed straight for the Firebolt, reaching out to
touch it, but being deflected by the protective charms the shop had
placed on the exceedingly expensive broom.
"Look at all these features, Perce," Oliver said. "It
even has a hex-repelling charm."
Percy looked affably at the admittedly gorgeous broomstick. It was nice
enough, but not worth spending--
"Look how much it is!" he gasped.
"Yeah, I know," Oliver said. "Deadly."
Oliver wandered off to look at the range of new charms for broomsticks
and Percy poked around the toy broom section. He settled on a model
Firebolt for Oliver and brought it over to the harried-looking wizards
at the till, who were attempting to stop a group of small children from
pawing at the signed copies of posters of the Montrose star Seeker,
Gregor MacGrunty, grinning toothily and waving. Taking his purchase into
a quieter corner -- one which was only as busy as Platform 9 3/4 on the
first of September -- he pulled out his wand and snapped the wizard
figure riding the Firebolt into two.
He stuck the top half of the wizard onto the broomstick behind its legs,
and Transfigured each half into one full figure. Carefully shaping the
new figures, he turned the front figure's robes into a black woolly
jumper with a golden O and white Snitch wings, black corduroy trousers,
and made its hair short and dark brown. The eyes were already deep
brown, so he left those. The figure behind that one he positioned so
that its arms were around the first one and its head was planting a kiss
on the other's cheek. He changed the hair to curly ginger and the
clothes to a silver jumper with a dark grey P and grey khakis.
Satisfied, Percy stuck the broomstick into his pocket and looked around
for Oliver.
He found him in the queue for the till (the wizards having put
Leg-Locker curses on the poster-pawing children), waiting to buy The
Puddlemere United Official Annual, leafing through the pages while he
waited.
"You really are obsessed," Percy said, peering over Oliver's
shoulder.
"Bloody hell!" Oliver jumped and snapped his head
around. "You made me jump."
"I noticed," Percy said, nudging Oliver in the ribs with his
elbow.
I've been waiting since I can't remember
I've been waiting just to find somebody true
Somebody like you
Do you know?
I'll never let you go
It had started to rain as they made their way out into the Alley again,
and Percy steered Oliver under the eaves of the stationery shop and into
Flourish & Blotts, which was only slightly less busy than
Quality Quidditch. This time, however, there were fewer children
pawing the merchandise but more ancient yet sprightly witches with canes
to manoeuvre around. Oliver followed Percy around the display table and
up the stairs, in the direction of the Mythology section, which was
hidden behind an extremely large bookshelf filled with multi-volume sets
of reference books. Oliver spotted titles like The Compendium Of
Magical Maladies And Ailments by Evangeline Grundlewamp,
Lystmamber's Wytches Encyclopaedia of Goblyn Hystory and The
Wizard's Atlas, 1823 edition.
"Look," Percy said excitedly, "I've found something on
Israfel."
"Who?" Oliver asked, wandering around the corner and looking
at the book Percy held up. It was entitled Israfel, Angel of Song
and on the front there was a stunning-looking angel with fluffy white
wings and a gleaming torso with his mouth open as if he was singing.
"Israfel, the mythical angel of songs," Percy said. "Sort
of like a Muse."
"Huh," Oliver said. "Is there an angel of
Quidditch?"
"Er...I'd doubt it," Percy said with a grin. "Unless
we're talking about you, darling boy."
"Flirt," Oliver said, reaching down to kiss the top of Percy's
head and squeeze Percy's shoulder muscles with his strong hands.
"But that's not that bad a thing."
Percy grinned and tilted his head back for a long kiss. He stood up and
they walked around the reference bookshelf, down the stairs and into the
queue, where a hag was arguing about the returns policy.
"Madam," the young witch was saying firmly, "it states
quite clearly on this large sign here that books on hexes and curses are
not returnable."
"But none of them work," the hag protested.
"Then complain to the author, madam."
"I'll hex you!"
"I thought you said they didn't work," the witch said, handing
the book back to the hag and calling out, "next, please!"
The hag wandered off, looking very disgruntled, and Percy took her place
at the counter. The witch tapped the price charm with her wand and it
glowed red, detached from the book and hovered in the air in front of
Percy.
"Four Sickles and two Knuts," the witch said as Percy clanked
through his wallet to find the correct change while she put the book in
a bag for him. He paid the witch, who waved her wand at the price, which
then disappeared.
They walked towards the door and peered out of the windows. The rain was
coming down heavily now, and everywhere there were witches and wizards
with Impervius bubbles around their bodies, little scurrying
domes of running water, reflecting the dull light from the sky and the
lights from the shops.
Percy quickly muttered "Impervii," and waved his
wand around Oliver's head and his own as they opened the door. He felt
the slightly charged aura spring up around his head as the double dome
took effect. The rain bounced off the invisible wall around them both as
they stood under the Flourish & Blotts awning.
Humidity is rising...barometer's getting low
According to all sources, the street's the place to go
Cause tonight for the first time
Just about half-past ten
For the first time in history
It's gonna start raining men.
"Fortescue's?" Oliver said. "I really fancy their white
chocolate praline ice cream right now."
"Okay, but how can you even think of eating ice cream on a day like
this?" Percy asked as they hurried across the Alley to Fortescue's,
which was, unsurprisingly, sparsely occupied.
Only a few, mostly younger, people were sitting at the small tables
inside, and Florean Fortescue looked quite bored. Oliver noticed Marcus
Flint, Slytherin's captain, sitting in the corner with several other
Slytherins, and studiously ignored him.
"One cone of white chocolate praline, please," Oliver said as
he reached the counter.
"Nuts? Chocolate syrup? Butterscotch pieces?" Fortescue asked
as he reached in and scooped out the creamy white ice cream ribboned
with golden caramel and pecan nuts.
"No, thanks," Oliver said, handing over the correct change
before Fortescue asked for it.
"And I'll have the egg-nog flavour, with whisky sauce, in a
cone," Percy said after studying the board of flavours and picking
one of the seasonal ones.
"Anything else on it?" Fortescue asked as he drizzled the
amber whisky syrup over Percy's cone.
"No, thanks," Percy said, sliding his own coins across the
counter and taking the cone from Fortescue.
"Enjoy," the man said, returning to his stool behind the
counter and picking up his copy of the Daily Prophet.
Oliver and Percy headed for the deep, long alcove in the back of the
shop, on the other side and out of view of Flint and the Slytherins.
They sat down at the table at the back of the alcove as the bells on the
door jangled loudly, and licked their ice creams in appreciative
silence.
"Want a lick?" Oliver asked.
"Mmm," Percy said, and swapped cones with him.
"Gorgeous," they both agreed, handing the cones back again.
Oh it's such a perfect day
I'm glad I spent it with you
Oh such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on...
Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It's such fun...
Percy licked his fingers clean after finishing his ice cream as Oliver
began to crunch down his cone. Wiping them on a napkin, Percy reached
into his pocket and brought out the little Firebolt with its two figures
and hid it with his hands on the table, looking up at Oliver and
smiling.
"What've you got there?" Oliver asked as he wiped his hands
clean.
"A present. Close your eyes and hold out your hands."
Oliver did so, and Percy handed over the model. "And open
them."
"Oh, wow!" Oliver said, grinning from ear to ear and lifting
the model broom higher to get a closer look.
"Do you like it?" Percy asked.
"Like it? I love it," Oliver grinned. "Oh! Look! It's
us on the broom! Oh, Percy, it's perfect."
Percy beamed and pulled out his wand, tapping himself and Oliver on the
head. "Minianima," he said, flicking it at the
broomstick.
A wave of magic washed over the two lifeless figures, which stretched as
if they were waking up. The Oliver figure looked up at Oliver as the
Percy figure looked up at Percy. Blinking, the models looked at each
other and hugged closer on the broomstick, the Percy model reaching
round to kiss the Oliver model.
It's a perfect day,
Tomorrow's going to come too soon
I could stay forever as I am
On this perfect day
I'm in the race but I've already won
And getting there can be half the fun
So don't stop me 'til I'm good and done,
Don't you try to rain on my
Perfect day
It's a perfect day
It's a perfect day
Nothing's gonna bring me down
I could stay forever as I am
On this perfect day
"Percy...I just...don't know what to say," Oliver said, his
voice cracking. "It's...it's more than fantastic. It's simply
brilliant."
"You do like it, then?" Percy asked.
"You silly prat, I adore it." Oliver leaned forward and kissed
Percy deeply, their eyes closing, leaving themselves only to the
sensation of the moment.
Over to their left, towards the front of the shop, came a gasp and a
sort of crunchy splat. Their heads whipped round.
"Oh, fuck..." Oliver breathed as he saw Penelope Clearwater
standing in the entrance to the alcove, about ten feet away. Her hands
were at her mouth and her eyes were open wide and staring at them. Her
ice cream -- toffee and mint, it looked like -- had exploded on the
floor, sending green and brown fragments and globs everywhere.
Oliver's hands let go of the Firebolt and figures, which tumbled to the
table and dislodged the Percy figure. The figure stood, rounded the
broom and sat down backwards on it, facing the Oliver figure and pulling
himself closer to him. The Oliver figure let go of the broom and reached
for the Percy figure's head, pulling him closer for a deep, long
kiss.
"I...I...Penny, I can explain," Percy stammered. "Come
over here and sit down."
Penelope stood stock still where she was. "I don't think I want to,
Percy," she said.
"Please, Penny," Percy said, sounding desperate.
Penny walked, zombielike, towards them. "I just saw...I just saw
you two kissing," she said as she sat down.
Percy gulped. Oliver saw the lump in his throat and heard it as Percy
tried to speak. "Penny, I...I'm gay."
Penelope blinked as if the world was coming back into focus.
"And...me? When was I going to...going to find out?"
"I sent you an owl--"
"--an owl?" Penelope's eyes narrowed. "You sent me
an OWL? I'm your girlfriend -- or I thought I was, and you
sent me an owl?"
Percy swallowed again, trying to force the lump to subside. "Yes, I
thought--I wanted to--I thought I ought to..." Percy broke off as
Penelope's eyes fell on the Firebolt, on which the two figures were
indulging in some fairly heavy petting.
"You thought you ought to what? Get around to telling me,
sometime, somewhere, that you were lying to me the entire time
we've been going out?" Penelope's voice cracked. "You
heartless bastard, Percy Weasley. You complete, utter bastard."
"Penny, I--" Percy stammered as he saw several people enter
the alcove. It was Flint and several other Slytherins, including, he saw
now, Draco Malfoy.
"You...you lied to me. You made me believe you were in love
with me. Doesn't that count for anything? Don't you think you owe me
anything for being in love with you?"
"Penny, I--I'm sorry, I--"
"Well, that makes it all better. I'll just go now, and wonder how
long you two have been together while I was so obviously
deluded," she said, standing up. "You're a liar, Percy
Weasley. A liar and a poof, a dirty little poof. I regret the day I set
eyes on you."
Turning on her heel with her head held high and her cheeks flaming,
Penelope marched straight through the Slytherins, who parted like ice
before a flaming sword. Percy followed her with his eyes, emotions
pouring from them with his tears. He turned away as she strode out of
sight around the corner of the alcove, to hide his tears from the
Slytherins. Oliver reached out a hand and placed it on Percy's arm, but
Percy didn't respond to his touch.
"Well now, isn't that--" Draco Malfoy began in his sneering
drawl.
Oliver turned to see Marcus Flint flick an outstretched palm up in front
of Malfoy, who stopped in astonishment.
"Not a word, Malfoy," Flint said, gesturing for his team to
stand back while he walked up to Percy and Oliver.
"Hi," Flint said quietly, crouching down at the table with a
look in his eyes that Oliver had never seen before. "Look, Wood, I,
er, know we've never been on good terms. You too, Weasley. But -- I know
what you feel like...I'm sorry. They won't say a word," he said,
cocking his head back at the other Slytherins. "I'll make sure of
that. If you, either of you, need to talk, owl me."
"Flint, I--I--" Oliver started.
"Shh. He needs you," Flint said, nodding at Percy.
"But...owl me."
Flint stood, straightened up and walked back to the Slytherins.
"Malfoy, if I hear you've breathed a word of this to a soul, you
and I will have an unpleasant encounter, understand?"
"Yeah," Malfoy said sullenly.
"I'm not sure you do," Flint said, walking away from Oliver
and Percy. "Let me explain exactly what will happen if you
do ever tell anyone."
The Slytherins walked out of sight and Oliver turned all of his
attention to Percy. He left his chair and crouched down next to Percy's
chair, wrapping his arms around his lover and squeezing him tight.
"Don't worry," Oliver said, knowing how inadequate that
sounded. "Don't worry, I love you. I will always be here for you. I
will always protect you, and watch over you, and...oh,
Percy."
Weep, O mine eyes, and cease not,
Weep, O mine eyes, and cease not.
Alas, these your springtimes,
These your springtimes,
Methinks increase not.
Oh, when begin you to swell so high
That I may drown me in you,
That I may drown me in you.
The emotional cycle that had been the previous week suddenly flew apart.
Oliver had been coping with all the worry and pain and rejection and
uncertainty by simply loving Percy, and Percy's grief
overwhelmed Oliver's defences like a tidal wave of pain. Oliver felt
not only the rejection of his own parents, but Penny's rejection of
Percy as she stood there in fury. His tears flowed freely now, running
down his cheeks as he buried his head in Percy's shoulder, and Percy
buried his head in Oliver's. Their bodies shook with the wracking sobs
of people whose worlds have just collapsed around them, the Firebolt
with its oblivious figures forgotten on the table.
Miserere mei, Deus
secundum magnam misericordiam tuam;
et secundum multitudinem miserationum tuarum
dele iniquitatem meam.
English Translation:
Have mercy upon me, O God,
according to thy lovingkindness:
according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies
blot out my transgressions.
A/N: Poor O & P. It's all just a little much for them. But don't worry, we're not descending into a Pit of Angsty Doom quite yet. There are some interesting twists to come in KS8, which I'm working on right now.
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Many thanks to the people who reviewed KS6 as of 6 October! They were: Evangeline, Jo, Rita/Catlady, Jennifer, Delirieuse, Filius Lumini, buttercup, Lisa/Moocow, Sait, Zorb, earthquake, WvB, MagicalMicaela and Plu on FA and Rhiannon on Paradise.
Tiny plug for all those O/P fans out there -- the S.S. Bedknob & Broomstick is the SCUSA O/P ship, and a very attractive yacht she is too. All aboard!
Lyrics: Wednesday Morning, 3 a.m. by Simon and Garfunkel, Have You Ever Seen The Rain by Creedence, Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29, When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, Deep Water by Jewel, A New Day Has Come by Celine Dion (cliché, I know...), Let it Be by the Beatles, Life Uncommon by Jewel, Power of Two by the Indigo Girls, Never Let You Go by Jakaranda, It’s Raining Men by the Weather Girls, Perfect Day by Lou Reed, Perfect Day by Hoku, Weep, O Mine Eyes by John Bennet, and Psalm 51, Miserere Mei, Deus, to the Allegri.