HP; Percy/Oliver; PG
Title: A Place For Everything
Author: coffeewordangel
Pairing: Percy/Oliver
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
AN: First fic I ever posted in LJ and one of the first slashfics I wrote for public consumption. And you can tell. *cringe*



“Oliver!” Percy bellowed for what felt like the millionth time that evening.

A moment later Oliver’s head peered around the door jam. “What’s wrong, Perce?”

The tall redhead took a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm. “Where. Are. My. Dress. Robes?” he asked very, very slowly.

Oliver stepped fully into the room and scrunched up his nose in an attempt to remember. “With the...dishes?” he hazarded a guess.

Percy groaned. “Dare I ask why?”

“We didn’t want them breaking?”

“And instead of spelling them like any other wizard you crumpled up my robes to attain this?” Percy asked slowly, forcing deep, long breaths.

Oliver shrugged and shuffled his feet uncomfortably.

Finally Percy released him from his accusing gaze. “All right then.” he sighed. “I’ll take care of it.”

With visible relief Oliver turned to leave but halted when he heard the unmistakable sound of a box opening and Percy’s outraged yell. Reluctantly he turned back around.

Percy was looking into a box with an expression of horror, his normally creamy skin turning an alarming shade of purple. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he could generate sound. “My books!” he wailed.

Morbidly curious about the apparent disaster he’d currently caused, Oliver moved closer. He peered over Percy’s shoulder and saw...books. Exactly where he and Timothy had put them: nestled next to the shampoo and soap bottles and various cleaning supplies.

“What’s the matter?”

If possible Percy turned an even darker purple and struggled for words. “Do you have any idea how rare some of those are?” he gestured to his books. “If any of those bottles had leaked and spilled onto them...” Percy shuddered. “What were you thinking?”

“Er...we kind of just threw stuff into boxes.” Oliver explained.

“Threw?!” Percy asked in a strangled voice, beginning to turn colors again. “You threw stuff in boxes?”

“It was a figure of speech.” Oliver assured him. “Mostly.” he added under his breath.

Percy gave a little whimper and sank onto the bed. His eyes became glassy and his breath came in short, harsh gasps. When Oliver realized how close he was to hyperventilating he sat down next to him and ran his hand in comforting circles along the other man’s spine.

“Hey.” he began softly, hoping for a calming effect. “Perce, it’s okay. Nothing got ruined. I promise. And next time we’ll plan things so you can organize and tell me where to put stuff. We won’t move while you’re off on ministry business anymore. I swear.”

The redhead’s breathing slowed to normal but sped up again when Oliver leaned over and nuzzled the sensitive skin of the nape of his neck. Encouraged by his lover’s response Oliver nipped and licked his way up Percy's neck and under his chin.

“Oliver.” Percy protested weakly. “We’ve got...to...finish...unpacking.”

“Why?” Oliver asked against Percy’s lips. “You don’t have to work tomorrow. We can start breaking the flat in tonight. And unpack tomorrow.”

“Break the...oh!” Percy gave him a puzzled look and then flushed fetchingly as he realized what the other man meant.

“So?” Oliver cocked an eyebrow.

Percy thought for a moment, then sighed. “Fine.” he grumbled in mock-annoyance. “But we have to unpack tomorrow. I’m not using ‘Accio’ all week.”

Oliver just laughed and tumbled him back onto the bed.