Ex-Friends || A Drarry Story

Two: Ten

"Perfect Quidditch conditions!" the attractive, amazing, one and only Oliver Wood said, looking out the dormitory window, shirtless, wearing his pyjama bottoms. Percy swallowed, eyeing his back. He looked away quickly, pushing the warm feeling that spread all over him down into his stomach. Oliver turned, grinning madly.

Percy would never admit it, but he loved seeing Oliver like that, excited about Quidditch, smiling with those sparkly teeth of his, amber eyes lighting up. He loved how Oliver could wake up on the morning of a Quidditch match and look as if nothing in the entire world could bring him down. Oliver Wood never went into a game thinking of defeat, but victory. Constantly.

"You're enthusiastic. Your match doesn't even start for another. . .two hours."

Grinning wider, Oliver replied, "I suppose you're not excited?"

Percy shrugged, cheeks flaming. "Oh, no, I'm very excited to see people throwing a ball around and dodging others that can knock your head off." He shook his head. "But I am excited, really. About. . .watching."

With a slight dip in his grin, Oliver asked, "Watching what?"

"Just. . .the players." Percy turned away, straightening his glasses and biting his lip, that odd tingling feeling returning to his chest. "I don't really understand the game, nor do I really want to. I'm not a sports-minded person. I'm more of a---"

"Book worm," finished the burly brunette. Percy looked at him and he added, "Which isn't bad at all. I quite like that about you."

Chuckling, Percy asked, "Because I help you with your schoolwork and have been for six years now?"

To his surprise, Oliver shook his head. "No. Because you look rather. . .amazing when you're reading." As if in a trance, he reached out, straightening Percy's glasses while leaning in. "And I. . .and I really, really like. . ."

Before he could continue, Percy jumped back, almost knocking multiple things over as he panicked. He coughed, seeing Oliver's face. Was he. . .hurt? Sad?

Percy shook his head mentally, knowing that Oliver wouldn't have kissed him just then. Or would he have? Maybe he was going to?

Feeling his breath quicken, Percy gulped. He shouldn't be thinking of that right now. There were more pressing matters. Such as the Quidditch match. Then again. . .

"Oliver," Percy said suddenly, catching the brunette's attention as he shrugged on his Quidditch robes. "Can we. . .what are your plans for tonight?"

Amused, Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Well, besides a bit of a victory party, nothing. Why?" His chocolate coloured eyes made Percy's heart patter in his chest, how wide they were, making his face look softer when he smiled, which he was doing now. "Percy?"

The redhead swallowed again. "W---well, I suppose, if you weren't busy. . .we could go hang around the Quidditch pitch like you had wanted. The other night."

"That would be great, Percy. Eleven?"

"Eleven," he repeated softly, blushing and smiling down at his hands. Could he call this meet up a date? Wasn't date a word meant for couples?

Oliver left long before he did, wanting to get a view of the empty pitch, to collect himself before the stands filled with students and professors. He felt a little better knowing that Percy would be watching, even if he only did so to see how his brothers played. But still, he couldn't deny that he enjoyed it.

On the pitch, Oliver took a deep breath, his nerves standing on end. Front as he might, he still felt incredibly nervous at times, especially when Gryffindor was playing for the Cup. Oliver remembered that during the championship match during his first year of playing, Oliver had been up in the air and had vomited.