A/N: Ooookay... I'm reeeally sorry for the lack of updates. *cough* You know, real life and all that... and RPS... *thinks of Elijah Wood, gets a dreamy smile on her face* Uh, anyway, ta-da! Here it is. Oh, and I have a question for you lot... anyone have a LiveJournal? Anyone willing to give me a code? I'd like one... not willing to pay, though. Um... Give me a code and I'll write you a fic?
Forget Me Not Part IV: Not Stupid
~~~
Oliver decided he wanted to write a book.
It would be called What To Do When Your Boyfriend Has Forgotten All About You.
Smirking tiredly at the stupid thought he rolled over in his bed, turning away from the wall. He and Percy shared Percy's old room now, and Percy was sleeping in his own bed on the other side of the room, facing the wall away from Oliver. Percy, it seemed, was soundly asleep. Oliver just couldn't sleep, no matter what. He kept thinking about Percy. He couldn't help it! A small voice in his head kept saying, "He wanted you back. That's why he invited you over." And *oh* how much he wanted to believe that.
Ever since the incident with the Weasley Twins' potion, Percy had been working on finding a counter curse. However, after getting over the initial shock of not remembering a big part of his life his enthusiasm had lessened. Oliver figured that Percy didn't really think he needed to remember, because he was getting on just fine without those memories. Oliver wished Percy knew what he was missing.
Blindly, Oliver reached forward in the darkness, halfway to Percy. At night, the room seemed smaller, and Oliver really felt as if he could touch Percy, though in reality, there was at least four feet between the two of them.
~~~
Oliver had never been one to wake up early. During the years they'd spent together at Hogwarts, the only days when Oliver had got up early were the ones when there was a Quidditch game to be played.
Percy, however, woke up early, as always. Getting up, he glanced at his sleeping friend, who didn't stir no matter what Percy did, where he walked, how loud noises he managed to make. The redhead had a feeling a meteor could have struck his room and Oliver would've slept right through it.
Looking at his former roommate, Percy saw for a blink of an eye something that wasn't really there. He saw Oliver looking up at him with twinkling eyes from the dimness of a four-poster bed, an inviting grin on his face.
Shaking his head furiously, Percy tired to erase the image from his mind. Where were these things coming from? It was getting ridiculous. He was getting some sort of flashbacks. And they all had something to do with Oliver...
Hastily, Percy made his way to the closet where he kept all his clothes. Pulling on some simple muggle clothes, he avoided looking at Oliver as best he could. He managed to get dressed and ready for the day before he made the mistake of looking at him.
Oliver was still soundly asleep, eyelids fluttering in dreams. His mouth was slightly open and he looked very peaceful... and beautiful.
Hand still gripping the doorknob, Percy hesitated. In that moment, he was very strongly attracted to his former best friend.
Oliver shifted on the bed, a dreamy smile spreading on his face. Whatever he was dreaming of, he was liking it. Hesitantly, Percy let go of the doorknob and backed away from the door. What was he doing? Alarms went off in his head, but he couldn't resist it. Silently, he stepped closer to Oliver's bed and reached out a shaky hand, fingertips grazing gently on the Quidditch player's cheek, the touch so soft it was barely there.
Oliver didn't stir, which encouraged Percy. His hand slid to the other man's throat, softly resting on the pulse point. Oliver's heart beat steadily, undisturbed by Percy's touch.
Almost without noticing, Percy had bent down, hovering above his friend. He was so close to Oliver, so close that he could feel Oliver breathing, exhaling soft puffs of air that tickled Percy's face.
With a shaky breath, Percy leaned in all the way and pressed his lips against Oliver's.
A jolt of electricity shot through Percy at the contact and he pulled hastily away, mind whirling. Slowly, he sat down on his own bed, distantly knowing that his knees would buckle otherwise.
Percy had had a crush on Oliver back in their Hogwarts days, yes. But he'd never acted on it, thinking his feelings would go away, anyway, sooner or later. And even with nothing but one chaste kiss... Percy had never experienced such strong emotions as he had during the short moment in which he'd kissed Oliver.
You didn't get those kinds of feelings when you kissed someone you had once fancied. No, there had to be more to this.
Now, Percy wasn't stupid. He realized something must have happened between the two of them during their last Hogwarts year, during the year he couldn't remember.
Percy and Oliver had been together.
But in what way? Had they been deeply in love? Had they had sex? Just *casual* sex? And what had happened then, why had they broken up?
Percy thought about all the flashbacks he had been having. He could vividly remember the shower scene, where Oliver had chanted, "I love you." So they'd probably been in love... at least a bit.
In love... with Oliver. Together, with Oliver. Oliver had loved him back. Percy's heart fluttered at the thought, and he cursed his brothers in his head. He wanted to remember... so much.
He would need to get Oliver to open up about it and tell him. He desperately wanted to remember. And if that wasn't possible, then he wanted to know. If he couldn't have his own memories, he could at least have Oliver share his.
He glanced in the direction of his desk. All the notes he had made about the counter curse lay there. He decided he would continue working on finding it, and he would continue it *now*.
Reaching out, Percy touched Oliver's cheek softly in a gentle caress. What had it been like to have permission to touch Oliver? What had it been like when Oliver had *wanted* him to touch him? Had he had these lines memorized?
And... what was it that had made them break up? Had it really been just something light, something not serious, so that when Oliver had decided to go into professional Quidditch, they had decided to part ways? Had Oliver chosen Quidditch over Percy?
//Did he break my heart?//
It would certainly explain why Oliver had been so uneasy around him. Maybe he was feeling guilty. And why had Percy invited Oliver to come over, anyway? Had he been willing to forgive him?
Then Percy thought of Penelope, and they awkward way Oliver had mentioned her a couple of times. Percy felt a lump in his throat, felt his chest tighten painfully.
//Or did *I* break *his* heart?//
Forget Me Not Part IV: Not Stupid
~~~
Oliver decided he wanted to write a book.
It would be called What To Do When Your Boyfriend Has Forgotten All About You.
Smirking tiredly at the stupid thought he rolled over in his bed, turning away from the wall. He and Percy shared Percy's old room now, and Percy was sleeping in his own bed on the other side of the room, facing the wall away from Oliver. Percy, it seemed, was soundly asleep. Oliver just couldn't sleep, no matter what. He kept thinking about Percy. He couldn't help it! A small voice in his head kept saying, "He wanted you back. That's why he invited you over." And *oh* how much he wanted to believe that.
Ever since the incident with the Weasley Twins' potion, Percy had been working on finding a counter curse. However, after getting over the initial shock of not remembering a big part of his life his enthusiasm had lessened. Oliver figured that Percy didn't really think he needed to remember, because he was getting on just fine without those memories. Oliver wished Percy knew what he was missing.
Blindly, Oliver reached forward in the darkness, halfway to Percy. At night, the room seemed smaller, and Oliver really felt as if he could touch Percy, though in reality, there was at least four feet between the two of them.
~~~
Oliver had never been one to wake up early. During the years they'd spent together at Hogwarts, the only days when Oliver had got up early were the ones when there was a Quidditch game to be played.
Percy, however, woke up early, as always. Getting up, he glanced at his sleeping friend, who didn't stir no matter what Percy did, where he walked, how loud noises he managed to make. The redhead had a feeling a meteor could have struck his room and Oliver would've slept right through it.
Looking at his former roommate, Percy saw for a blink of an eye something that wasn't really there. He saw Oliver looking up at him with twinkling eyes from the dimness of a four-poster bed, an inviting grin on his face.
Shaking his head furiously, Percy tired to erase the image from his mind. Where were these things coming from? It was getting ridiculous. He was getting some sort of flashbacks. And they all had something to do with Oliver...
Hastily, Percy made his way to the closet where he kept all his clothes. Pulling on some simple muggle clothes, he avoided looking at Oliver as best he could. He managed to get dressed and ready for the day before he made the mistake of looking at him.
Oliver was still soundly asleep, eyelids fluttering in dreams. His mouth was slightly open and he looked very peaceful... and beautiful.
Hand still gripping the doorknob, Percy hesitated. In that moment, he was very strongly attracted to his former best friend.
Oliver shifted on the bed, a dreamy smile spreading on his face. Whatever he was dreaming of, he was liking it. Hesitantly, Percy let go of the doorknob and backed away from the door. What was he doing? Alarms went off in his head, but he couldn't resist it. Silently, he stepped closer to Oliver's bed and reached out a shaky hand, fingertips grazing gently on the Quidditch player's cheek, the touch so soft it was barely there.
Oliver didn't stir, which encouraged Percy. His hand slid to the other man's throat, softly resting on the pulse point. Oliver's heart beat steadily, undisturbed by Percy's touch.
Almost without noticing, Percy had bent down, hovering above his friend. He was so close to Oliver, so close that he could feel Oliver breathing, exhaling soft puffs of air that tickled Percy's face.
With a shaky breath, Percy leaned in all the way and pressed his lips against Oliver's.
A jolt of electricity shot through Percy at the contact and he pulled hastily away, mind whirling. Slowly, he sat down on his own bed, distantly knowing that his knees would buckle otherwise.
Percy had had a crush on Oliver back in their Hogwarts days, yes. But he'd never acted on it, thinking his feelings would go away, anyway, sooner or later. And even with nothing but one chaste kiss... Percy had never experienced such strong emotions as he had during the short moment in which he'd kissed Oliver.
You didn't get those kinds of feelings when you kissed someone you had once fancied. No, there had to be more to this.
Now, Percy wasn't stupid. He realized something must have happened between the two of them during their last Hogwarts year, during the year he couldn't remember.
Percy and Oliver had been together.
But in what way? Had they been deeply in love? Had they had sex? Just *casual* sex? And what had happened then, why had they broken up?
Percy thought about all the flashbacks he had been having. He could vividly remember the shower scene, where Oliver had chanted, "I love you." So they'd probably been in love... at least a bit.
In love... with Oliver. Together, with Oliver. Oliver had loved him back. Percy's heart fluttered at the thought, and he cursed his brothers in his head. He wanted to remember... so much.
He would need to get Oliver to open up about it and tell him. He desperately wanted to remember. And if that wasn't possible, then he wanted to know. If he couldn't have his own memories, he could at least have Oliver share his.
He glanced in the direction of his desk. All the notes he had made about the counter curse lay there. He decided he would continue working on finding it, and he would continue it *now*.
Reaching out, Percy touched Oliver's cheek softly in a gentle caress. What had it been like to have permission to touch Oliver? What had it been like when Oliver had *wanted* him to touch him? Had he had these lines memorized?
And... what was it that had made them break up? Had it really been just something light, something not serious, so that when Oliver had decided to go into professional Quidditch, they had decided to part ways? Had Oliver chosen Quidditch over Percy?
//Did he break my heart?//
It would certainly explain why Oliver had been so uneasy around him. Maybe he was feeling guilty. And why had Percy invited Oliver to come over, anyway? Had he been willing to forgive him?
Then Percy thought of Penelope, and they awkward way Oliver had mentioned her a couple of times. Percy felt a lump in his throat, felt his chest tighten painfully.
//Or did *I* break *his* heart?//