First year [Percy Weasley × Oliver Wood]

Oliver's POV [Tutoring]

I think the writer's curse is starting, tell me why I was throwing up and coughing blood at 3 in the morning xx. I haven't even planned out this chapter, so enjoy.

Update 2: Think I've got asthma or smth, I've been coughing up my guts for like 2 weeks now

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I sat down in my first lesson after the half-term - transfiguration. I was expecting after class for Professor McGonagall to tell me my tutor, I was nervous because honestly it would take a really good tutor to improve my grades. I made sure not to look behind me, things between me and Percy were... Complicated. To say the least. We had gotten on pretty well during Halloween, but after the party he'd totally been blowing me off. He really did confuse me sometimes. I looked down at my match that i needed to turn into a sewing needle. I looked around and saw that people had already started waving their wands, Percy, per usual, had already manged to do it. I gave my wand a few flicks of my hand and decided to just give up.

The one hour passed quite quickly, everyone was packing up all their equipment. I shoved everything into my bag and went to Professor McGonagall's desk. Surprisingly, she called Percy up to the front.

"Well, Wood this is going to be your tutor."

My mouth gaped open, I looked at her in horror then at Percy; he tried to give me a thin smile. I sighed, thanked McGonagall and followed Percy back to our dormitory. My feet dragged themselves along the corridor behind Percy. Everything involved him. It was like fate kept putting us together. That was a weird thought.

Our dormitory was empty apart from Percy and I. He laid out his parchment, ink and quill out in the floor- I did the same. I was already bored and rolled around on the floor.

"God, won't you stay still? I'm supposed to be tutoring you" Percy practically snapped at me.

"Boringgg."

Percy rolled his eyes at me.

"Sit, I'm not doing it for you. You won't ever learn that way, will you?"

"I don't think I'll learn either way." I sat down beside him.

Percy was already scribbling away at Snape's homework, I stared down blankly at my page without a clue on what to do. Eventually, I decided to just more or less copy down what Percy had written. The silence was chipping away at my sanity, I was bursting to say something.

"Soo..how's the family?"

"Fine, Ron is starting in a few years and so are the twins, and then Ginny will be the last one to come to Hogwarts."

Straight to the point.

"So is Ginny the only girl?"

"Yeah, obviously my mother wanted more girls but Ginny is the only one she got."

Silence again.

"What about you? You've never told me about your family apart from the fact you all play quidditch."

My family, right. I never specifically mentioned what part of the family I played quidditch with, because it certainly wasn't my parents.

"Well, I guess we can start with the fact I'm an only child," I scribbled down some more on my parchment, refusing to look at Percy "and that my parents are basically completely absent from my life."

I took a deep breath and continued.
"My mum she was a fabulous witch before her addiction to alcohol and gambling came. Divorce was deeply frowned upon in our family, so my father decided to just completely throw himself into his work, so I practically never see them. So I was basically raised my aunt and uncle."

Finally my essay was done, but just then I felt two arms wrapped around me. I turned my head and saw that it was Percy hugging me. He quickly pulled away, I turned away from him but saw that his face had gone pink.

We slowly faced eachother and we both bursted out laughing uncontrollably.

"That was so gay."

At that, we started laughing even more.

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That's all I've got motivation to write, sorry that it's so short.