[EN] Midnight Snacks

Oliver lifted the covers and slipped out of bed as quietly as he could. He tiptoed to the door of the bedroom, which he proceeded to open and close so excruciatingly slowly, it probably looked like someone had put a slow motion curse on him. Once he had safely arrived in the cupboard-sized kitchen, he finally exhaled, suddenly realising he’d even held his breath.
      The walls were thin, however, so he would still have to move as silently as possible. He opened the fridge door and winced at the obvious sound it made, although it probably only was that loud to his ears because of the dead silence in the rest of the flat. The light from the fridge also blinded him momentarily, causing him to blink and take a step back - by which he nearly knocked over the rubbish bin. With a quick movement he managed to catch it before it hit the floor, only barely staying upright himself in his rescue attempt.
      Having set the bin a bit further back against the wall in the small space, he turned back around. Annoyingly, this did not go as smoothly as he had wished either. He hit the door of the still-open refrigerator with his shoulder and was just in time to keep it from slamming shut, which would definitely have made the kind of sound he was trying to avoid.
      He sighed, gave himself moment to calm down and then took the bowl of chocolate pudding leftover Mrs Weasley had urged them to take home with them. Which he promptly dropped, of course.
      He froze, squeezing his eyes shut and inwardly cursing himself.
      “Oliver?” A sleepy voice called out from the hall. Two seconds later Percy appeared in the kitchen doorway, without his glasses, with his hair sticking up at odd angles, clad in a rumpled T-shirt and a pair of Oliver’s old sweatpants, and generally looking like he had just been woken up in the middle of the night.
      Which he had, Oliver thought. Shit.
      Percy frowned as he took in the scene in the kitchen. “Oliver, what in Merlin’s name are you doing? It’s- Well, I don’t even know what time it is, to be honest. It’s late.”
      Oliver shrugged apologetically. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.”
      “Don’t worry about it,” Percy told him, taking a seat on one of the two chairs at the table that was cramped into the only free corner of the kitchen. “But why are you up?”
      “I just… woke.”
      “So you decided to spread chocolate pudding out on the kitchen floor?”
      Oliver glanced at the mess. “I wanted to eat that, actually.”
      Percy mumbled something and suddenly the floor was free again, from glass as well as sticky brown stuff.
      “You don’t even have your wand here,” Oliver noted, impressed.
      “I’m getting better at cleaning charms. I think I’m doing okay by now.”
      Oliver shook his head, grinning. “That’s a blatant lie. You’re great, Perce, and you know it.”
      Percy smiled. “Thanks. I get a lot of practice, living with you.”
      “You’re mean,” Oliver told him.
      “And still sleepy. I’m going back to bed. Coming?”
      “I still haven’t actually eaten anything.”
      Percy got up. “Okay. Just don’t take too long - it’s cold without you.”
      Oliver watched Percy leave the kitchen. He hesitated a few seconds, but then he followed his boyfriend. Food could wait, but Oliver couldn’t risk letting Percy get cold because he had left him all alone in their large bed.