Even potions had stopped proving useful for Percy. He sighed, his most recent draught of Living Death had been brewed by the Hogwarts potion master himself (and the less you know about how Snape was convinced to brew it, the better) but nothing worked any more.
The reason for imsomnia was obvious: guilt. Here he was Head Boy, somebody to be looked up to, by God! All the rules he had tried to follow, had followed... yet he had sinned. He, Percy Weasley, had liked it. Wanted it.
What had come over him? Dobby had obviously not wanted it, the tears had shown that much... but house elves have to follow orders. The servant had been sobbing no, but didn't that make it better? The pain he was causing was exhilarating. Simply ecstasy to be the one in control, to be the one causing the hurt after all these years.
He closed his eyes tightly. The memories hurt as much as the actions did. The house elf's pie had been no match for Percy's engorged bum punisher.
Earlier to day he had sinned again at the sight of one of his classmates. Edward... sigh. it would be a lie to say that he wasn't incredibly attractive. There must have been some lying going on, because Percy's pinnochio had grown.
It was time to go to bed, even if he couldn't sleep. Truth be told, Percy didn't want to sleep any more. Another dream about Edward or the new boy, Sasuke were something he wanted to avoid, and even those would be better than the nightmares...