"Let's hit the kitchens."

After their mini Quidditch game, Percy sat on the nearest bench as Oliver hands him a bottle of water, having drunk some himself. Wide smiles etched on both boys' faces as they panted over the game, holding each other's hands. Percy felt constraint on his chest as he looked down, hoping to Merlin the heat creeping up to his cheeks and ears would die soon.

"Sure, I'm quite hungry-" Oliver nodded, standing up. Percy looked up, blue eyes locking with brown as the Quidditch maniac extends his arm for the nerd to take. Percy took Oliver's hand, entwining his pale freckled hand with a tanned spotless hand. Both boys started to leave the Quidditch pitch, each of their free hands holding a broom. Reaching the broom storage, Oliver returned his broom, with Percy following.

"You're good for a nerd, Perce," Oliver complimented as they both enter the castle. Percy smiled, internally rolling his eyes. "If I don't share a dorm with you, I'd say you're a player."

"I'm a fast learner," Percy chuckled, patting his crush's back. "And you're a great teacher."

"Maybe I am-" Oliver nodded. "And you're an enthusiastic learner."

Percy leaned his head on Oliver's body, planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. Oliver smiled as he looked up, eyes locked with Percy's, kissing the thinner boy on the forehead before hugging him softly. The two remained in that position before Oliver started to break the hug, entwining Percy's fingers with his.

"I don't know why Penelope would let you go," Oliver said. "If I ever had a lover like you, I'd never let them go."

Percy didn't answer, but Oliver figured it'll be a hard subject. He couldn't understand why he couldn't let Marcus go, too, if he doesn't want him anymore. A part of him still wants Marcus, but another part wants Percy too. He felt that if Marcus knew that he's doubting their relationship, he'll force him to make a choice. Oliver sighed, why can't things be simpler for him? Why can't he love both Percy and Marcus in peace? Why should he make a choice? Why can't he shout his love to everyone?

"Ollie, what're you daydreaming about?" Percy asked, the door to the kitchens opened. Oliver blinked a few times, holding Percy's outstretched arm, kissing his lanky fingers.

"Nothing-" Oliver shook his head. "I- uhh- my mind wasn't all there."

"Yeah, I can see-" Percy nodded, giving him a questioning look with a hint of worry. Walking in, Oliver follows Percy's lead.

"Master Wheezy! Master Wood!" A house-elf greeted. "What can Iva does for Misters?"

"You know, the usual-" Oliver nodded, flashing his typical kind and genuine smile to Iva that got Percy's knees so weak in love. Percy nodded politely before leading Oliver to one of the tables there, with Percy sitting across him.

"You know, if we get caught, your Head Boy title could be stripped away," Oliver said. Percy chuckled.

"Will they?" Percy rhetorically asked. "As far as I remember, James Potter was a worse rule-breaker yet he's a Head Boy. Just a few sneaking out won't hurt anyone."

"I guess you are right-" Oliver laid his hand forth the table, the hand being held by Percy. The two locked eyes for a moment, brilliant blue met teak brown.

"I like how holding your hands feel," Oliver said, gently squeezing Percy's fingers. "Why can't I hold your hand more often?"

"You spend a lot of your free time with that Slytherin student-" Percy answered, eyes still locking. "And you know we can't be there when they're there."

"Stupid house rivalry," Oliver shook his head, pulling away his arm, ignoring Percy's laughter. "Why must they take place?"

"Why must you date a Slytherin in the first place-"

"Here Masters goes-" Iva returned to the table, holding two plates of steak and mashed potatoes with barbecue sauce and two glasses of elf-made wine, causing Percy to back away.

"Thank you," Oliver said, once again flashing his adorable wide smile on the house-elf.

"You is welcome, enjoy the meal!" The house-elf nods before leaving them alone. Oliver looked up at Percy, who looked down as he lifts his steak knife and fork, smiling sheepishly as rose tinted his speckled porcelain face. Oliver wondered how a boy this cute can exist as he suppressed his urge to dug his fingers in Percy's curly amber locks, tongues battling for dominance.

Picking his utensils, Oliver started to pour the barbecue sauce over his teak and mashed potatoes before he cut through the steak, starting to eat it. As he inspects Percy's freckled face, he wondered if he can connect the dots and make random constellations. Would Percy mind? He can see the big dipper constellation, Leo constellation, lyre, and many more.

"Oliver?" Percy called, putting his utensils down, his steak half-finished.

"Hmm?"

"Have you ever thought about us?" Percy prompted, his hands crossed. Oliver furrowed his brows, enjoying his glass of wine. "You know, having this out in the open and not sneaking in the kitchens?"

"To be completely honest, I have-" Oliver nodded, putting down the wine glass.

Percy slowly walked over to Oliver's side, his arm snaking around his waist. "Do you mind this?"

"Why should I?" Oliver chuckled, pinching Percy's cheek before cupping his face. "If I'm not taken, I would've made you my boyfriend."

"Would Marcus mind if I become your boyfriend too alongside him?" Percy asked, smiling slyly. "I'm not interested in him, but I can make an agreement."

"Trust me, Marcus is a jealous man-" Oliver shook his head. "You don't want to mess with him."

"I know more spells than him-" Percy huffed. "I got more OWLs."

"That won't be of any help, his method of fighting is gathering his Slytherin mates and fight you the Muggle way-" Oliver shook his head. "Trust me when I say this, he's a good fighter."

"Forget him, let's focus on us."