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Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter does not belong to me, I'm sorry to say. It's all the creation of J. K. Rowling.

"Yet another achievement for the Clearwater legacy. A family of Ravenclaw's, where being smart is in the blood and failure is worse than death. Penelope Clearwater, Head Girl, an amazing achievement that should be treasured, yet will only be another thing for her parents to brag about at their next party, not really realizing how much of an honor it is."

Why do I even bother? I wondered if my parents would ever really see that Head Girl isn't something that's just expected, but something I've had to work surprisingly hard at. Somehow, it wasn't so much of an honor to me as it was a burden.

"At least you get to spend every hour of your day with Percy Weasley, and not have to worry about sneaking to an empty classroom at night to spend some 'quality' time." I frowned slightly for a moment as a pair of scraggly arms wrapped around me rubbing my breasts gently as they tried to make their way across my torso. I hadn't realized I had company, and wondered just how much was heard.

Recovering quickly, I smiled looking down at the pale freckled skintightly clinging to the bones. I almost felt sorry for how thin he was, but after a year of seeing it almost everyday, I was used to it.

Although we had dated for a year, Percy was still the uptight clumsy boy I had first gone out with. He tried to loosen up, be sexy and playful, but it wasn't him and he never really quite got the hang of it.

We were halfway up the stairs heading up to the common rooms while he still tried to hold me against him, but he tripped on the stairs, almost pulling me tumbling down.

I cried out, grasping for a hold of something but only clutching air. I heard Percy scream behind me and he let go. I imagined him flailing his arms about as he screamed in a panic.

Just as I was about to go down, a strong and firm grip caught me by the waist. Gasping, I tried to see who had saved me from a surely painful fall, but all I saw was a head of beautiful brown hair that fell over his face as he looked back at Percy who he had by the shirtfront.

Although Percy and I were both still gasping from fear, the boy seemed calm and placed us back flat on the steps. He continued to look down so that his hair draped over his face. I tried to find a way through to his face, but he kept his eyes down. Looking to see what he was gazing so intently at, I realized I was still clutching his arm.

"Oh, erm, sorry."I muttered.

'Real smooth. Wait, what do I care, I have a boyfriend.' I glanced back at Percy who was now performing a spell to smooth out his robes. He always has to look perfect...well, at least for his standards.

I looked back at the boy, but he had walked ahead, which gave me a great view of his backside. His body was shaped perfectly, with tight faded jeans and a tight black t-shirt. His arms were strong, and he carried himself with a confidence you rarely find. His hair was perfectly shaped in the back, and I could tell when he turned that it was also shaped perfectly in the front to frame his face. He walked with his hands in his pockets and slightly leaned backwards, which made him seem easy going.

For the life of me however, I couldn't figure out who he was. I pulled Percy along to try to catch up to the mystery man, and found him around the corner leaned against the wall. It was almost as if he were waiting for us.

"Thank you. We would have definitely been pulverized falling down that staircase." His hair was still draped over his face. His head was tilted downward, and had one foot up against the wall, his hands still in his pockets.

He slowly lifted his head in answering. "Yeah, no problem."

Ready to ask his name and where he was from, Percy cut in. I was shocked that he didn't use his Head Boy tone of voice, but talked with ease as if they were friends.

"Yeah mate, good thing you were following behind. Clumsy me. Oh well. I guess I should reward you for saving our lives. 10 Points to Gryffindor." Ooo, a Gryffindor. "Well done, Oliver."

"Ol-Oliver?" Oliver? OLIVER? As in Oliver Wood? This was the boy I was just drooling over seconds before? Wood?

He lifted his head high, finally, and I was able to see him fully. His facial features were slightly different, and for the better I might add. They were more sharp, yet still soft in a kind way, and he did seem more confident. This was not the boy I knew last year and for the past 6 years of my life. This was a man. His shirt showed off his toned quidditch body, with abs and a chest I'm sure Percy would never achieve.

I looked him up and down, realizing he was doing the same with his penetrating blue eyes.

Embarrassed, I looked away, then towards Percy, who was too busy shining his Head Boy badge to notice.

"Well, it's nice to see you again Oliver. How was your summer?" I tried to pretend I hadn't just been checking him out, and he seemed to be doing the same.

"It was fine. Father took me to some good quidditch matches of course, but I didn't really do much other than fly."

I could definitely see he did more than just fly. He changed into something much more than the ordinary quidditch addict Oliver Wood.

"That's good...that's good." Still refusing to meet his eyes for fear of never looking away, I grabbed Percy's arm, that is, my boyfriend's arm, and started to walk him down the hall towards the Head Boy and Girl's dormitory.

"Oliver, why don't you walk with us? Gyffindor is on the way."

Oh great Percy, you just had to invite him didn't you?

'Stop being stupid, he would have to walk that way anyway.'

On the way, Percy talked all about his studies and what he hoped to accomplish this year, seeing as how it was our last, while Oliver and I quietly listened, and I'm sure, just as mine were, his thoughts were somewhere else.

I thought about my parents, and how I hated how I was just some academic trophy for them. I thought about my responsibilities being Head Girl, how life with Percy 24/7 was going to be, and of course, my studies for the year. However, no matter how hard I tried, my mind and my eyes kept shifting back to Oliver. Each time it was only momentarily, but each time I gripped Percy's arm tighter.

Neither of them seemed to notice. Oliver looked ahead in a daze, probably dreaming of quidditch, Percy rambled on, and we just listened to our own footsteps echoing and the sound of Percy's voice.

We would greet people occasionally, and I noticed every time we passed a girl, she would stop briefly, or stumble in her stride, her eyes would widen, and she would gaze astonished at Oliver. Personally, I couldn't blame a single one.