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Title: Simple Motions
Author: Indira Neill
Pairings: er+Per+Percy, suggested Harry+Ron and GeorgexFred
Comment: Watch me flail around some more! Um...if anyone shows intrest I'll continue it, if it's a dead weight I'll drop it. As far as the pairings, if you understand the difference between a + and a x consider yourself an informed yaoi reader :D I don't write slash, I write yaoi, and yes in my mind they are different, because I'm weird! And I need to lay off the Tatu music while writing.

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Who is it that crosses your mind? Who is it you think of at night? If I only knew I could make myself more like her. Although there would still be that one great flaw, I'll never be a her. But if you look beyond that, maybe you could grow to love me? I wish you would be able to, because I think of you, no one but you. Simple motions and silence charms, that's all it takes isn't it? Like dancing by yourself, your heart rate goes up and your breath quickens but in the end you realize its awkward and you're cold and lonely. There is no warmth in ones own simple motions, even if you do pretend its someone else, nothing more then an empty moment and simple motions. Even if I am thinking of only you.

When we were fourth years, well, I hadn't realized everything yet, but there was one night, your silencing charm didn't work, or perhaps you didn't even use one. It drove me mad, your simple motions. We've always been the only two in the room. I've wondered why there weren't any more Gryffindors in our year. The sound of your breath as it escaped your lips, the other small sounds you made, not words, not gasps, something else. Do you know that your simple motions have been driving mine?

I shouldn't let my mind wander like that, especially during class. I can't ruin my image as perfect prefect Percy now can I? And if I don't pay attention for the both of us we'll never get through this year, but my mind has been wandering more and more lately, like I'm only going through the motions of living. Potions just never gets better, doesn't matter what year you are, Snape is still...Snape. I know Harry still gets the worst of it, but ever since...well, Snape seems to treat all Weasleys equally lets just say. Hurt Ron and you hurt Harry, hurt any Weasley hurt them both, such a vicious cycle we've managed to get ourselves thrown into.

Class is finally over, finally, didn't think I would ever wish for a class to end as much as I just have. You look absolutely exhausted. I know you've been practicing at all hours lately, your health isn't worth that damn sport and you know it. Penny rushes over from across the yard smiling the whole way and I give a meek smile back. Do you already see through my illusion? I know you do. You never believe it. You've always known. What she says to me is of no consequence, it's all for show anyway, so people don't become suspicious. She's so sweet for doing it too, to protect my secret. I'm not as comfortable in my skin as my brothers or even Ginny I suspect. Poor Ginny, it's only a matter of time now, I've been observing things. I may not have many talents other then being overly studious but I am observant. But it's little more then a crush. Still, she's not going to like the fact her first crush will be spending eternity with her brother. Even in their innocent motions now I can tell one day they will come to that path. They will come to it and walk along it together.

Still, it's nice to know I'm not the only one who will be failing to carry on the Weasely name, maybe that's why Mum and Dad had so many of us boys. Weasely men never turn out very big or strong or masculine. Bill and Charlie and George and Fred, they'll do the name well though. I'm perhaps the worst off, I never grew very strong nor was I athletic. Oh Ron is just sort of lanky now but I suspect he'll fill out soon enough, he wants so desperately to be on the Quidditch team. I never quite understood the game myself. I only went because of you. Oh and of course my brothers, right, because I love the twins so much.

The twins, there was something always mildly incestuous about them. They would spend hours in their room sometimes in perfect silence. They could never keep quiet that long, simple charms and simple motions. Oh but it's not how I make it sound. They are both more than capable of entertaining girls, but when there are none they are equally capable of entertaining themselves and not always with pranks. For some reason it doesn't seem wrong at all to me. They are from the same egg, were nourished by the same placenta. In all practical respects they are the same. I hate to say it but to me they are interchangeable. They are one complete whole, it only makes sense.

You probably know their outside personalities better then I ever could hope to dream. Because they like you. How will they ever survive without you next year? For that matter, how will I? Without hearing you wake up before dawn to get a few extra minutes of practice, without you dozing away next to me in class. Without you being the first and last person I see each morning and night, I don't know how I'll survive.

At least we have no more classes today. And I become keenly aware that despite walking together for the last several minutes no words have passed between us. But then again we never talk much. We spend so much time together words seem useless. I mean, yes, you have practice and I have my prefect duties, but we eat, sleep, and attend class together each day. We're such an odd pair of friends. Are we even friends? I'm tempted to say we are not, but I think we just might be. We certainly compliment each other, don't we? You can save me from Marcus and I can save you from Snape's class.

Well, yes, it would be rather unfair to make you come off as a stupid jock. You are very much not. I know somewhere in there is a brillant mind wanting to get out. You make fair enough marks. You're just so preoccupied all the time. It really is your dream isn't it? Well, at least it's a relief your one track mind isn't focused on girls. Maybe it gives me a fighting chance? Probably not.

You loosen your tie and let it fall about your shoulders and throw your robe on to your bed. I don't dare do such a thing, after all I'm perfect prefect Percy.

What a load of shit that is.

"Oliver..."

A wordless grunt. Won't you even speak to me?

"I was wondering..."

You slide your sweater over your head and undo the top button of your white shirt before flopping down on your bed. I wouldn't be surprised if you fall asleep right now.

"I was wondering as well."

What a silly statement, we all wonder. The world around us is simply wonderful, even if it does hurt.

"Simple motions"

I can't help what I say. I don't even know why I said it, simple motions. That's all life is, isn't it? Simple surviving, functioning, eat, sleep, breathe, the same things I do in your presence alone. I watch the rise and fall of your chest as you lay on the bed across from where I am sitting. Perhaps I should say nothing.

"Simple motions."

You smile warmly, maybe you understand what I mean, or maybe you're just mocking me. But you sit up and you smile and that is enough for me to know if nothing else you heard me. You stretch out and arch your back like a cat laying in the sun with a yawn equally feline. I can't help but smile. Even if the motions are simple, perhaps they are perfect. Perhaps you are perfect.

Despite the normal little voice in my head I remove my robe but can't help but look at it for a moment. The emblem of Gryffindor so delicately embroidered in gold and scarlet, like the sun and blood. Just under it my prefect badge. I consider removing it from the robe and placing it on to my sweater but I abstain. In typical fashion I open my books right away to get started on my school work. I know you'll need a little of my help later when you wake up so I might as well get my homework finished first. You need your sleep after all. Don't pretend like I don't notice the growing circles under your eyes.

I don't know how long I've been working only that the sun is so far gone I've had to turn on my desk lamp and that last time I checked on you you were still sleeping. You must have been exhausted.

Step step step

My head turns to meet the oncoming noise but its only you. Only you, only everything.

"Had a good rest?"

You're nod is light and there is a thoughtfulness in it. What was it you were dreaming about? I wish I knew. Did you have a revelation? I hope you did.

"Simple motions."

Those words sound so haunting coming from your lips this time. Like something we are forbidden to say. It only carries that connotation in my mind though. The connotation that everything is an empty movement. What a vile thing to think. Don't you think?

Tell me, what do you see?

A boy that looks younger, frailer, yet somehow is the same age as you. Tired red hair that seems out of place with his otherwise collected outer appearance. Freckles marring otherwise too white skin that looks like a Muggle doll just wanting to be broken. Frail limbs and an even frailer heart. Glasses fitting less then perfectly on his nose. Brown eyes that are neither warm nor mysterious, simply plain and brown. That's how I see myself.

I have to avert my eyes, I can't give away my emotions through my wood colored eyes. Wood colored eyes, what an interesting use of a pun.

I feel like I'm dancing alone. I want nothing more but to touch you to know how it feels, to hear you say my name, such a simple gesture, an innocent motion.

But before I can finish my thought you have already completed it.

Such a simple motion.

One quick fluid motion and your lips are on mine. My hands tighten on the armrests of my chair and I open my mouth to accept you. You taste just like the outdoors, like the sweetness of grass and the pureness of air. You taste like childhood in the countryside.

"That's what you wanted, isn't it?"

I can't even remember you pulling away, but you must have. A blush comes to my cheeks, it must make my freckles look altogether darker. You have known all along haven't you? That Penny was my best friend but nothing more. You knew where my heart lied. You knew.

"Was it as nice as you imagined?"

My head is swimming with questions, cause and effect relationships, possibilities, consequences. Simple motions bring about complex realities. Realities no one is ever quite ready to deal with, interpret, understand. You take my hand in yours.

A simple motion

Endless paths.
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