A/N: Oliver meets Molly. Percy/Oliver.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

Chapter 6 - Meet My Boyfriend

Percy paced across the living room before the fireplace, waiting for the whooshing noise and the green flames. For not the first time that morning, he wondered if this was entirely a good idea. At the time, inviting Oliver to the Burrow seemed like the perfect thing to do.

Their relationship had been growing since their first date in Hogsmeade. There was a lot more hand-holding, skin touching, long looks and shared kisses. Percy's face grew warm just thinking about Oliver's lips on his and the way he always tasted of cinnamon.

When they had both mentioned that they were returning home for the holidays, the fact that he would have to go two weeks without seeing Oliver had caused him to panic and it had just come out.

"You can visit me over the holidays," he said as they sat before the common room fire, Oliver's head in his lap as the other boy flipped through a magazine.

Oliver put down his magazine and said, "Wicked. Your mum won't mind?"

Percy smiled and said, "Mind? My mum will probably try to adopt you."

Now, Percy wasn't so sure. While his mum was a loving and kind woman who loved to cook for everyone, he had no idea how she would react to Oliver when he eventually told her they were dating, and after the time they spent together, he didn't want to lie either.

He stopped his pacing as the fireplace lit up and a smiling face appeared. "Everything ready?" the face asked, his eyes moving all around the Weasley living room.

Percy nodded and a few seconds later, Oliver stepped through and embraced the redhead. Percy eyed the broom slung over the boy's shoulder and asked, "Really?"

Oliver simply chuckled. "Well, you know me. And I don't always get the chance to play with so many people on break. Your family is practically its own team." He then leaned a bit closer, his breath tickling Percy's ear as he whispered, "Unless you want me to go and come back."

Percy's face grew warm and he was about to respond when a voice called out, "Percy, is your friend here yet?"

Percy instantly jumped out of Oliver's arms and cleared his throat as his mother stepped into the room. "Oh," she said upon seeing the brown-haired boy. "You must be Oliver."

Oliver smiled and extended his hand to the short woman. "Yes, Ma'am. Oliver Wood."

Her eyes then fell to the broom and a small frown crossed over her face. "The boys will definitely love you. They've been so antsy lately, being cooped up inside with the snow, but today is actually a good day for flying, I suppose."

"That's why I brought it, Ma'am. Your boys play on my team," Oliver said. "Well, all except this one," he added, ruffling Percy's well-groomed hair affectionately.

His mum eyed him warily before she said, "Well, you can get something to eat in the kitchen before you go outside."

"Great game, Oliver," Fred said as he clapped the boy on the shoulders and climbed the stairs.

"Really great. Nice to stretch my legs every once in a while," George said, clapping him on the back as well. "But now I smell like a hippogriff, so if you'll excuse me," he added as he followed his twin.

This left Percy and Oliver alone in the living room. "You were great up there, Perce," Oliver said.

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better, Oliver," Percy said.

After a little begging on Oliver's part, they had decided to play two-on-two, with the twins against him and Oliver. He was a horrible Chaser, having much difficulty holding on to the quaffle for too long or scoring against George, but that didn't matter with Oliver's excellent keeping skills. In the end, he and Oliver had won before they decided to call it day.

"How about I do something else to make you feel better?" Oliver asked with a grin before he turned to Percy. He stepped up to the redhead until Percy's back was flat against the wall, the space between the two of them non-existent.

"I've been wanting to do this all day," Oliver said, placing his hands on the wall and effectively trapping Percy between them. "It's not everyday I get to see you so hot and sweaty."

Percy's heart beat rapidly in his ears as Oliver's lips descended on his, his hands moving to hold his waist firmly. He raised his own hands to cup the brown-haired boy's face, pulling him even closer as his mouth opened and Oliver's tongue darted inside.

They were then interrupted by the sound of breaking glass. Percy quickly separated, looking over the other boy's shoulder to see his mother standing in the doorway to the kitchen surrounded in broken glass and liquid.

"What was that, mum?" Fred asked, as he and George ran down the stairs, taking in the scene on the first floor.

Percy cleared his throat as he stepped off the wall and out of Oliver's embrace. He then grabbed the boy's hand and said, "Oliver is more than just my friend. Mum, meet my boyfriend."

Everyone turned towards his mother. The Weasley boys all knew their mother was a bit old-fashioned and eager for grandchildren ever since Bill became of age, so what would she do now?

There was a short noise before she asked, "Percy, can I see you in the kitchen?"

It was an order, not a request, and Percy stepped forward with his head held down, casting one more glance towards a bashful Oliver.

"Oliver, how about you come upstairs with us?" he heard Fred ask as he led the brown-haired boy up the stairs away from the potential explosion from their mother, and for that, Percy was grateful.

He stepped over the broken glass and entered the kitchen behind his mum, who immediately began occupying herself with the dishes in the sink. They stood there in silence for a few long minutes before Percy asked, "Yes, Mum?"

His mum's scrubbing intensified before she asked, "What were you thinking, Percy? You were the sensible one, the one to follow in your father's footsteps. I thought we raised you well. How could you do this to us?"

"Do what exactly, Mum? Find someone I love?" Percy asked, trying to keep his anger in check.

"Love?" his mum asked, her curly red hair whipping around her face as she turned suddenly. "How can you love a boy? You're supposed to find a nice girl so you can-"

"What if I never wanted a nice girl, Mum?" Percy asked.

His mum bit her lip, trying to understand what he was saying to her. "But what about children, Percy? It'll be impossible. It-"

"We can find someone to have one, we can adopt. Heck, we might not even want children, so it might not be an issue."

She turned away, sniffling a bit as she muttered under her breath. Percy sighed. He knew his relationship would upset his mother but he never wanted her to cry. He stepped forward and wrapped her in his arms as he said softly, "I don't care that he's a boy and it's not physically possible to have children, but I love him. I don't know what the future will hold, Mum, but Oliver makes me happy."

He placed a hand under his mum's chin and tipped her head upwards, looking into her watery eyes. "Don't you want me to be happy, Mum?" he asked.

His mum let out a loud sob before she threw her hands around him. "That's all I've ever wanted, Percy."

He let her cry a bit longer, rubbing small circles across her back, before she said, "It'll take a bit of time to get used to, but I'm happy for you, Percy."

Percy smiled and placed a kiss on his mum's forehead, "Thanks, Mum."

His mum then pulled away and swatted his arm, "But I do hope that sort of behaviour will be toned down. There is still a time and place for everything."

Percy chuckled, rubbing where she swatted as he said, "Sure, Mum."

His mum nodded before she said, "Now, invite him back downstairs so I can meet him formally."