Percy: 

Despite already dating Oliver Wood, his very own roommate - who’s been his roommate for the past 6 years- Percy still finds him annoying with his Quidditch obsession. He can’t do anything about it. He’s just a “perfect prefect”, “head boy”, “stuck-up-following-the-rules”, “uninteresting”, “no-sense-of-humor”, “not good at Quidditch like his other brothers”, and a “Weasley”. The students always talk about Percy being trash and everything, but he has a soft side to some people. 

 No one else sees Percy’s soft side besides Oliver, who obviously shares a room with him. He shares secrets with him, too. He plays Quidditch. And it's like the one time he met someone or something stronger than him, and they considered him a friend. Percy and Oliver share kisses, and both share the same bed sometimes, though not all the time. 

Percy was busy reading a book on Greek Mythology, specifically on the Trojan War, in his shared dorm room when a very tall, yet very stressed, Oliver Wood came into the room, set his books down, and threw himself onto his bed before screaming into his pillow. 

“Tough day?” Percy asked him, flipping to the next page of the book he was reading, not looking up when Oliver came in. 

“It’s been tough, alright,” Oliver grumbled in annoyance. “We have a Quidditch Match before Winter Break, and good gally did a dementor decided to show up last minute during practice and knock Alicia the fuck off her broom!” 

“Sorry to hear that,” Percy said, still reading. “Don’t you have any substitutes for the upcoming match that’s not the last one?” 

“Not really,” Oliver said sheepishly, lifting his head to meet his boyfriend’s gaze, who finally looked up from his book. “Our last substitute was Alicia, and then we do have another - Ethan - but he’s in the Hospital Wing for breaking an arm after practice. I must say I feel sorry for him, but we needed our best players to do the best strategies.” 

“Hm,” Percy simply replied. “Well, maybe you can ask someone else." 

"You'd think that'll be easy?" Oliver whined, like a schoolgirl who lost their boyfriend. "They'll just leave the Quidditch Pitch right after I give them a quick lecture on it." 

"And whose fault is that?" 

"Okay, you got me," Oliver replied sheepishly, rubbing his neck. "But seriously – we need to have a chaser in the finals. Ethan can't do it because he's got a broken arm, and a freaking dementor showed up and knock Alicia." 

"Good luck with that," Percy said, returning to his book. "And also, Charlie said that some of his best mates are going to be watching this match." 

"Which ones?" 

"The HolyHead Harpies, the Montrose Magpies and Puddlemere United–" 

"PUDDLEMERE'S GOING TO BE THERE?!" Oliver shouted at his boyfriend. 

"Oliver - shut up!" Percy hissed at him. 

"Now I need to find a replacement chaser! They won't accept anyone who doesn't have a full team!" Oliver shouted.

"Calm down!" Percy snapped at him. "Everything will be fine!" 

"Fuck you," Oliver said, throwing a pillow at his boyfriend before suddenly getting an idea. "YOU!" 

"Huh?" Percy said, looking up from his book only to find Oliver shining. 

"You can play!" Oliver said, his eyes still shining. "You've been training with me since our first year! You were playing mock chaser! YOU can play!" 

"Oliver, this is a terrible idea –" Percy began but was cut off instantly. 

"Please!" Oliver begged. "You've been training me to get to this point – and you've been helping me come up with strategies, helping Gryffindor win!" 

"Alright – alright!" Percy gave in. "I'll play on the team, only because I love you. Does that sound fair?" 

"Only because you love me? Only because we have to win!" Oliver responded. 

"Alright, fine – only because we have to win," Percy said, rolling his eyes, before earning a kiss from Oliver. 

"Thank you!" Oliver said, grinning after pulling back from the kiss. Now he was sure that Gryffindor was going to win with Percy on their team.