Disclaimer: I'm not Warner Bros. or J.K. Rowling. As you no doubt guess.
Authors Note: Love Percy/Penelope, but I thought I'd do another bittersweet fic. I try to write those, because most of my plans are too lovey-dovey to cope with. Anyway, please review, it's always appreciated.
This isn't love, I know it isn't. I've been going out with Percy Weasley for 3 months. I should be happy. But I'm not.
It started in 4th year, really. A smile at me when our eyes met in class, a quick 'Hi' as we passed in the corridors. And I was intrigued. By his dark red hair, those beautiful blue eyes hiding behind his glasses, his difference from all of his siblings, the way he spoke. He was a mystery, and I found myself fascinated. I knew I liked him by 6th year. After I got petrified, I knew that I had to tell him or I'd regret it.
And during the summer before our 7th year, we started going out. I was incredibly happy for him when I heard he made head boy. I was so proud! But things started to change. I was no longer the gorgeous Ravenclaw enigma, and he was no longer the estranged Gryffindor prince.
As we dated, we got to know each-other more, and I found my fascination slowly dying. I was less and less interested in him, the less of a mystery he became. And I found myself wondering: Did I ever really love him, or did I just want to unravel the mystery?
So I have to break things off. I hope there won't be any hard feelings between us, as I think he feels the same way. We've been dragging it out, but eventually it has to end. I think he knows that, and I would still like to be on good terms with him. But I just can't lie to him, and to myself, any more.
Because in the end, this wasn't a real relationship. It never was. We were just interested about each-other. But we can't keep on pretending.
In the end, we knew it was never love.