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MOAR HP Fanfic
Title: Ironic
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood
Rating: PG....because of the angsty slash
Warnings: angst, slash, unrequited love (?)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing FANFIC, now would I?
He was a fool. How often could that be said about him? And yet...right now, he was a fool. He glanced out the window again, anxiously wondering if he should even bother waiting for a reply anymore. He glanced back down at the paper in his hands. There, a small section on the back was headed with: "Wood to Wed: Puddlemere United Keeper to Marry Tomorrow". He laughed. How ironic that the man who had once proclaimed his love to him would now be marrying when he himself was not. Especially since he had been the one to tel Oliver that it was simply a phase he would, inevitably, grow out of. How ironic that, after cruelly turning down his confession, he had written to Oliver begging forgiveness and asking him to accept him now, after years had passed since they had last spoken. 'How ironic,' thought Percy, as he sat alone in his London flat.
There was a knock at the door. He quickly composed himself and rose to answer it. He opened the door. There stood Oliver, in all his glory, disheveled and drunk, precisely the way he had been on that day in their seventh year when he had told Percy his true feelings. And now, faced with the man he had inadvertently fallen in love with and given a chance to right all the wrongs and lonely years between them, he could, for once, think of nothing to say. How ironic.
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Percy Weasley, Oliver Wood
Rating: PG....because of the angsty slash
Warnings: angst, slash, unrequited love (?)
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing FANFIC, now would I?
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic...don't you think
A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
Who would've thought... it figures
Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
--Ironic, Alanis Morissette
He was a fool. How often could that be said about him? And yet...right now, he was a fool. He glanced out the window again, anxiously wondering if he should even bother waiting for a reply anymore. He glanced back down at the paper in his hands. There, a small section on the back was headed with: "Wood to Wed: Puddlemere United Keeper to Marry Tomorrow". He laughed. How ironic that the man who had once proclaimed his love to him would now be marrying when he himself was not. Especially since he had been the one to tel Oliver that it was simply a phase he would, inevitably, grow out of. How ironic that, after cruelly turning down his confession, he had written to Oliver begging forgiveness and asking him to accept him now, after years had passed since they had last spoken. 'How ironic,' thought Percy, as he sat alone in his London flat.
There was a knock at the door. He quickly composed himself and rose to answer it. He opened the door. There stood Oliver, in all his glory, disheveled and drunk, precisely the way he had been on that day in their seventh year when he had told Percy his true feelings. And now, faced with the man he had inadvertently fallen in love with and given a chance to right all the wrongs and lonely years between them, he could, for once, think of nothing to say. How ironic.