(Perciver accidentally telling the Weasleys after the war for anon)
“Percy, you’re not paying attention!” Molly scolded from the fire place as Percy craned his neck, watching the path leading up to his and Oliver’s house. Even though the war was over, he still worried that one day, Oliver wouldn’t come back.
“Sorry, what was that Mum?” He asked, still not looking at her.
“I was just wondering when we’d get to meet the lovely young woman you’re seeing.” Molly repeated crossly, and Percy nodded absentmindedly, spotting Oliver and instantly relaxing.
“Is that her?” Molly asked, excited, and Percy glanced at the opening door anxiously.
“Actually, I’ve got to go mum, so…” He said loudly, hoping Oliver heard him.
Molly frowned. “Why, you’ve been hiding her away. I want to meet her.” Percy threw another panicked look at the door, but Oliver appeared not to have heard him, as he walked into the room, crouching down to press a chaste kiss on his lips, and then another to his temple.
“What are you doing on the floor?” Oliver asked, and Molly coughed. Oliver turned to face the fire, face blushed bright red.
“Oh, uh, Mrs Weasley. Hello.”
“I’ll see you two at the Burrow for lunch on Saturday.” Molly insisted firmly, and Percy nodded wordlessly.
The flames returned to normal, and Oliver looked over at Percy, who was nibbling his lip.