I remember how love caused my great role model, Barty Crouch, his life. He had a miserable son who tortured his very own father. I know that if I take this chance with Penelope, bad things may happen to me. I don't want to risk it. I don't want to take a chance. But I love Penelope Clearwater and that is all there is to say.
I remember meeting her when I was in my first year at Hogwarts. She had beautiful black curly hair and bright shining eyes. She always had that smile on her face - and oh! Those dimples!
Soon I told her I loved her, and she told me she loved me. And then once we got out of Hogwarts, I proposed to her. We shall be married today.
I'm nervous. Horribly and terribly nervous. What if I should have a son that will murder me one day? Love is enemy to all. I hate love. Yet, here I am about to give my vows to ever lasting love.
I love Penelope. I really do. I just don't know... if I'm ready for it or not...
A/N: Hey, I know it stunk. No flames please! I do NOT want flames. Don't review if it's really bad. I just had to get it out of my system, sorry. I'm under writer's block, and something in me keeps telling me to write something about Percy and Penelope. So I did, but it stunk. NO FLAMES!!!
Thank you!!!
