(Oliver's POV)
"Nonsense. I'm never to busy for you, Oliver."
He said that! His voice was ringing in my head over and over. Damn, I'm like a teenage girl.
I made it through Potions okay. Percy always sits next to me so I barely mess up, but my grade is lower than his because he actually takes time with his assignments, and I rush through them, and it shows.
I was at lunch, going over tactics for the match against Slytherin with my team, when I noticed that Percy hadn't come down. He said he was taking lunch in his room, but he hadn't come down to retieve any food. He must have forgotten.
I excused myself from all of our delightful Quidditch babble (did I mention I LOVE Quiditch?) and made a plate with little mini snack sandwiches. Percy loved those. I took the plate up the stairs and climbed through the Gryffindor portrait hole, careful not to spill the pumpkin juice I was also carrying. I made my way up to the room that we shared, and opened the door. Percy was at the table that was in the middle of the room between our two beds. He looked up, shocked.
"Oliver, what -" he started.
"I brought you some food. And I got your favorite," I smiled.
"Oh, thank you," Percy said, clearing some of his work away so that he could set the plate and glass down.
"Okay then... I'll see you at the match," I said awkwardly, going towards the door.
"Oh, did you want to stay up here for the rest of lunch?" he offered. I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I didn't want to seem too eager to be around him, but then again, I loved being around him.
"Or did you have Quidditch business to attend to?"
"I have to do some stuff to get ready for the game, but I can stay up here for a few minutes," I decided finally. That soiunded okay. Completely normal. I took a seat across from him at the table.
"Here, have a sandwich, it'll make you feel better," he smiled, holding the plate out to me. I took one of them off the plate. I ate all of it except the crust, and I watched Percy.
He was reding over his assignment, the parchment in one hand. He was looking over his glasses, trying to weed out any mistakes. His other hand played with one of the sanwiches on the plate, his long, slender fingers lighty grazing the bread. After awhile he stopped.
"I'm sorry, I know this is boring, watching me study," Percy said after awhile. He set down his paper. "Why don't you go wait for me in the common room and I'll be down in a second and we'll walk to the Quidditch pitch together," he told me, standing up. I got up as well. I walked towards the door.
"I won't be long," he promised. When I closed the door he was gathering his papers. I wandered down into the common room and sat, waiting for him to come down.
Author's Note: I had trouble ending this chapter. It ends on an awkward note, but that's okay. Review my loverlies!