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Being the only two Gryffindor boys in your year had its perks, especially when you didn’t want anyone to know you were dating.
Quick pecks when Oliver was dashing out for quidditch practice at 6 in the morning. The early start being an annoyance to his team who would much rather be in bed on a rainy Saturday morning.
Stolen kisses in the corridors when Percy was doing his prefect rounds and Oliver had to see his dorky boyfriend again, even though they shared a room (Percy was adamant that Oliver was the real dork).
Soft touches in classes and corridors, hidden to their oblivious pears but warm and comforting to them.
Their secret relationship felt good to Percy; it was thrilling and rebellious, different from the other aspects of his life. But he wanted to show Oliver off with pride, to show that he was the lucky one who got to know Oliver intimately, to comfort him when he was down, to love him with every ounce of his being, although Fred and George would call him a real sap for saying that last one.