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Down in the Lion's Lair

                "Hey, Percy, we found something of yours," said Oliver, smirking at him as he entered the common room.

                "You did? What is it?" Percy asked, holding out his hand expectantly.

                "It's your fan mail."

                "Fan mail?"

Oliver nodded and, with an expression of mock-seriousness, he read off, "Oh, my dear Professor, you're amazing. No one puts a stopper in death like you do! I just don't know how I'll ace another potion with your distracting body so laid out for my viewing pleasure."

                Katie giggled. Percy did not.

                "Shut up, Oliver."

                "Yeah, shut up, Oliver," said Fred, and George chuckled slightly.

                Oliver continued, "Though, I don't know why I'm so smitten with you. There can't be just one single reason, I don't think. Could it be your greasy hair? The way you bark at my friends for no reason? Your decorating expertise? Make me a potion so we can have a kid together, my one, my only." He threw a hand across his chest dramatically, "And then you'll bond with me out of propriety and we'll live in a little house in the country where you can harvest ingredients every day and line our walls with pickled slugs and jellied flies. Oh, Professor, I need your big—"

                "Shut up," Percy said, tearing the parchment from Oliver's hand. He wadded it and stepped over to the fire, throwing it in. "That's quite enough of that," he said, face flushed in embarrassment. "Do you always have to be such a selfish prat?"

                "Well, yes," said one twin.

                "He kind of does," said the other.

                "That's Oliver for you," said the first again.

                Percy's lip thinned. "I think I'll study in my room, then, thanks."

                "It was only a bit of fun," said Katie softly.

                "Yeah," said Oliver, "I mean, we know you've got Penelope."

                The twins nodded and Katie said, "Yes, that's right, Percy."

                "Like anyone would like Snape anyway," said Oliver.

                Percy crossed his arms and scowled.

                "Look, I could have been a lot crueler in writing this—"

                "Oh yeah?" said Percy darkly. "How? And to suggest I want to have his baby? I defended him, not announced undying love. You're sick, Oliver, really sick, sometimes."

                Percy moved up to the dorm and Oliver winced. He didn't follow him yet, though, instead he gave him time to cool off.

                But that night he woke Percy up.

                "What?" said Percy irritably.

                "Shh," Oliver said. "Let me do the talking."

                Percy paused and laid back again, indicating he should go on.

                "You look weird without your glasses."

                "Oliver," Percy said warningly.

                "Oh yes, yes. Well, I want to apologize for poking fun at both Snape and yourself. You're easy targets, you know, especially him."

                "Oliver."

                "I know, I know. And I know you have Penelope. It's hard to picture you letting another man dominate you anyway. Hilarious image."

                "What's so hilarious about it?"

                "Well, you know . . . ."

                "Know what?" Percy sat up, threatening him with the idea that he could push him out of the four poster.

                "Well . . . alright. Maybe I'm going about this all wrong. It's bad of me to make fun of people for having sex, isn't it?"

                "Considering who you are, yes."

                "Ow! Well, hey, Percy?"

                "Yeah?"

                "Have you and Penelope ever been together?"

                "Yes," said Percy, bristling.

                "Really?"

                Percy nodded.

                "What was she like in bed?"

                Percy punched him.

                "OW!"

                "Out of my bed immediately."

                "What, because the head boy says so?"

                "Maybe," said Percy darkly, grabbing his glasses and placing them on his face irritably, "maybe the head boy actually is queer and he'll molest you if you don't."

                Oliver paused, eyes widening. He didn't move.

                "There. So what are you waiting for now, huh? Waiting for me to reveal that hey, yeah, I do like Snape?"

                "No."

                "Because there it is. I like him. Are you happy? Pervert. You sick, sick pervert. I ought to take house points for—"

                "Will you let me speak?" Oliver snapped.

                "Have something else to add? What, is our baby going to be the first occurrence of Weasley freckles on a hooked nose?"

                "Percy!"

                "What is it now, then, Oliver? What else have you got, you great literary genius, you?" Percy sneered. But he was promptly cut off by a kiss, and there was an insistent tongue at his lips.

                Oliver pushed Percy onto his back before plundering his tongue into the mouth that had gasped in surprise.

                Percy groaned and made to push him off, but Oliver tangled his fingers among Percy's. "Let me dominate you, Percy," Oliver teased lightly. "Let me see you writhe like the Slytherin snake you are, beneath the lion of Gryffindor. I won't bite. I'll stick to licking and sucking."

                Percy's eyes were wide now. "Oliver—"

                "Shh!" called Oliver, and he slid his hands down to Percy's trousers (it took a pretty upset Percy to leave his trousers on before bed) and unfastened them gently. "I don't want to speak Parseltongue, thank you, so you keep it strictly to wordless mutterings and we'll be fine. I may even growl."

                Percy rolled his eyes. Oliver was so lame. "Just get on with the licking and sucking, then," he said after a moment.

                "No words," Oliver warned, parting the material and pushing down the trousers and underpants until he saw what he had come for and licked his lips.

                "Hiss. Hiss," said Percy sarcastically. His breath hitched, however, when Oliver moved down, pressing his lips to the red hair that led to Percy's need. He licked at the smooth hip, then thigh, one hand rising to stroke at Percy's stomach.

                Percy moaned gently, and that spurred Oliver on. With a nice, wide grin he descended and lapped at Percy's cock, which had become very hard in his anticipation. The tongue circled the cockhead, and then moved lower, and just kept teasing and teasing the sides of it, then back up to the head, and then the sides, and then the base.

                "Oliver!"

                Oliver sighed and lowered his mouth until almost all of Percy was surrounded.

                "Oh Merlin!" cried Percy, and he gripped at the red, Gryffindor sheets. He was in the lair of the lion. That lion had its prey cornered. He was incapacitated, at the other boys' mercy. A slightly growled sort of hum later from Oliver's throat and he was shooting, embarrassed at the quickness, but really too arsed to care.

                Oliver wiped at his mouth, after swallowing smugly. He smirked at Percy. "You're a very enthusiastic little snake, aren't you?"

                "Yeah," Percy murmured, staring up at the red canopy, the red canopy of the den of the lion.

                "Oh, and Percy? Just so you know, Snape's really not a Slytherin sex god."

                Percy sat up a bit at that, staring at Oliver as if he were trying to decide whether Oliver really knew that from experience or was just trying to get his goat.

                "Just having a bit of fun," said Oliver with a smile, pushing himself up. But then he paused. "Or am I?"

                Percy rolled his eyes.

                "I'll be in my bed. You know, the one next to yours. I wouldn't mind some sort of reciprocation."

                "Snakes don't eat lions."

                "That's what Snape thought too. But he was wrong." Oliver grinned to himself. He lazily let a hand drift to his erection, palming it with familiarity.

                "Oliver?"

                "Yeah?"

                "I'm not moving. But you're free to dominate me."

                "Mm. So you're the Slytherin sex god, eh?"

                "That all depends," said Percy with a lick to his lips, "on how well you teach me, Professor."