"Percy?"

Percy looked up as he entered his dorm, shocked to see the bruised face of his boyfriend. Not only is his face bruised, but there's also a cut on his lip and a black eye. Percy sat next to Oliver, slowly holding his hand, who Oliver only rested his hand over Percy's. Percy said nothing, watching how Oliver's knuckles are red and bruising.

"How did it go?" Oliver asked. "With telling Professor Dumbledore?"

"What happened to you?" Percy asked, trying to change the subject. "Who did this?"

"Who else?" Percy looked down, pressing his lips together. "He brought his mates with him, he challenged for a Muggle-way fight. It's not fair, I was alone and there were four of them."

"At least it's not that bad." Oliver chuckled dryly.

"It's worse, my nose was broken," Oliver revealed. "No one was willing to fix it for me, I can't go to the infirmary or I'm at risk of exposing the fact that I had a fight. I fixed it myself, but you're the best at wandwork. I can't fade away the bruises as you can."

When Percy didn't say anything more, Oliver did. "I told Marcus that we're over, but he refused that. It's funny when he and three of his mates just beat me. It was so painful, I can barely walk back up here. He told me he'll keep terrorising us."

"I'm sorry."

"What about you?" Oliver asked. Percy sighed, running his fingers along with Oliver's hand. "How was the discussion?"

"Professor Dumbledore isn't going to expel either of us, Penelope's prefect title was taken away and I was given a list of extra jobs I can do to gain money for Penelope's pre-natal needs," Percy recalled. "Penelope's parents disowned her, my mother slapped me and forced me to marry her by next month."

"What about us?" Percy kissed Oliver's cheeks softly, resting his head on the burly brunet's shoulders.

"I have no choice-" Percy shook his head. "I tried all my might to convince them not to force me to marry but they won't listen. I told them we're going to co-parent the child, we're going to combine resources, we'll do everything-" Percy took a deep breath in. "My mother said she'll plan the wedding."

"Can I come?" Oliver asked. Percy looked up, brilliant blue eyes locking with dark brown. "If in a short amount of time we can't be a couple anymore and you have to be a husband to someone else, can I witness your wedding?"

"We can still be a couple-" Percy shook his head. "I'm not giving up on us yet. No one can see, we just have to hide it. But we can still be a couple."

"I want to still be your boyfriend, I want to still be with you-" Oliver lifts Percy's freckled hand, slowly kissing it. "But I can't date you when you're a husband to someone else."

"My wedding is on Christmas," Percy revealed. "We can be boyfriends until then."

"I'd much like that."

"I'm scared," Percy whispered. When Oliver said nothing, Percy did. "I have to do some jobs to help Penelope and the baby, I'll be a husband in a month to a girl I no longer have feelings for, I'll be a father in six months. This is all too much for me to handle."

"Hey, you can do this," Oliver said, trying to console him. "You're so strong-"

"I don't want to-" Percy shook his head. Oliver said nothing as he furrowed his brows. "I've been acting like I'm perfect since day one-" Percy shook his head. "No more."

"Percy-"

"We can go," Percy said, sniffing. "We can apparate, right? We can get off this country, finish our studies somewhere else. You can reach for your dreams and be the world-renowned Quidditch keeper somewhere and I'll find a new dream, I don't care."

"But Perce-"

"We can bring Penelope with us," Percy cuts. Oliver closed his mouth. "We can co-parent the child together. She carries my child, I need to bring her with me."

"What about your family?"

"Why would I want to stay?" Percy asked, desperation in his voice. "My siblings are bullies, the lot of them. My parents never notice me until this. I know you know how often they hurt my feelings-" Percy rested his head on Oliver's chest. "And you're an orphan in a homeless shelter. You have no family, nothing binds you to England."

"I mean, true-" Oliver nodded. "But we need a plan, we can't just go. To start a new life somewhere else is going to take a whole lot of money."

"I can take Professor Dumbledore's offer to my advantage," Percy reasoned. "During the month I'm still here, I'll work tirelessly to collect money. We follow the train to King's Cross and hide from my siblings. When we arrive, we can sneak off to the floo and get ourselves to IPM."

"And then?" Oliver asked, intertwining Percy's fingers with his. "Where will we go?"

"I heard America is a good place-" Percy smiled, nodding softly. "We can change our names, make a whole new life."

"This is crazy."

"Don't you want something new in life?" Percy looked up, kissing Oliver's cheeks. "I'm labelled as the boring Weasley, up until now nobody ever paid attention to me. People only see you as the Quidditch maniac that they don't see you as a man of your own, and I'm sure Penelope wouldn't want to stay, seeing as she's disowned. She was outed by her friend, we no longer have friends. This can change."

"Can I help you?" Oliver asked. "I still keep some money from my fortune-telling business and we can use it. What does Professor Dumbledore have you doing for your extra money?"

"Well, if you want to see-" Percy unfolded a list of extra jobs Albus gave him. "It looks boring, but the reward is very tempting."

"It sure is."