Even the jubilance of a Quidditch Cup could become taxing on Percy's nerves, but it seemed almost cruel when he couldn't even take a shower in peace, despite it being well after midnight.
Driven out of his own dorm and to the prefects' bathroom that he scarcely ever visits, Percy finds that the room hadn't yet been vacated by its prior occupant.
Story Notes: This was written for SPEW LoveNotes, with the prompts of Oliver/Percy and 'shirtlessness'. It's also dedicated to my fabulous partner in Oliver shippiness, Hannah / h vic. Heart you, dearie. :D
This was lovingly tended to by Ari/Royari.
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