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Gryffindor tower was the home away from home for all Hogwarts students lucky enough to be placed in Gryffindor, stereotypically the house for the brave hearted.

Gryffindor witches and wizards are often courageous by nature, as well as being daring and chivalrous. its members are generally regarded as brave, though sometimes to the point of recklessness.

With its rich scarlet red colouring, and large warm hearth, the common room was always a comfortable place to relax and socialise with other Gryffindors.

Tonight however, it was well past midnight and was empty, except for one gryffindor who could not sleep.

Percy weasley was a prefect of this house, and took his role very seriously. So he should be asleep right now, so as to perform his duties to his best ability without being sleep deprived, but he couldn't get a particular image out of his mind.

Penelope's eyes.

The way her eyelashes shot up to look at him after they crashed into one another. the colour of those curious eyes.

Why had he not noticed her before?

And that boy that she broke up with.

Malcolm.

He was an attractive wizard, with messy blonde hair, brown eyes and an angular face. Effortlessly Beautiful. Tall and Muscular.

Not taller than Percy, but much fitter than Percy.

The two of them would look picture perfect together, both as beautiful as the other. Thinking about him irked Percy. He didn't like that boy for some reason. He gave him a bad vibe.
What must he have done to hurt her so badly that she would break up with him? Who would make such a lovely girl cry?

He curiously wondered if they had ever had sex. What it would have looked like, whether she enjoyed it. He thought of her.. wrapping her arms around his strong muscular back as he thrust inside her.
Those blue eyes that Percy loved so much, gazing lustfully at Malcolm.

He rubbed his eyes and pushed those thoughts from his mind

Percy was deeply frustrated as he sat on the rug in front of the hearth and stared deep into the burning fire.

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Laying on her firm mattress, with the curtains drawn around her four poster bed, Penelope was restless.

She would put her bright blue duvet over herself and she would be too hot, she would take it off and be too cold.
She gave up trying to sleep.

She stared at the ceiling. The Ravenclaw rooms had painted ceilings, with all the stars and planets of the night sky painted on the ceiling.
The painting moved and changed to mirror the natural night sky that moved and changed outside.

The ceiling glowed with the constellation of the 'rusty cauldron' revealing itself and the 'One eyed wizard.'

Penelope didn't care much for constellations at the moment.

She still felt betrayed.

She found out that Malcolm had cheated on her.
He cheated on her MONTHS ago and she only found out today after finding a letter from this women inside one of his books.

How stupid she had felt. Everything they had shared. everything that he had said.
Every time they had snuck to a private location to kiss or to make desperate love.

She had been falling for this guy. This gorgeous guy.

He said that he had no feelings for this random girl. That it was just a kiss. A mistake that he bitterly regrets.

He said he didn't tell her because he apparently cared about Penelope and would do anything to stay with her.

"Bullshit" Thought Penelope, as she watched the stars flow gently overhead, "Once a cheater, always a cheater." But she felt sick with the thought that her relationship was over.

When Malcolm first asked her out, she didn't think it would lead anywhere because Malcolm wasn't really her type. He was popular, athletic and didn't care much for studies or the acquisition of knowledge. He wasn't smart or curious like Penelope. But even through their differences, somehow he had found a place in Penelope's heart.

She didn't think they had a future anymore.

The prefect who had witnessed the end of their breakup was Percy Weasley, Penelope knew who he was, thought she didn't think that he knew who she was.
She used to crush on boys like him. Intelligent, dignified, from good wizarding families. Boys who knew how to use their wit and logic.
She didn't think that he would cheat on his girlfriend if he had one.

She pulled the duvet over her head and groaned.

Tomorrow mornings first class was Defence against the dark arts with Slytherin. She didn't want to see Malcolm's lousy face.
She knew he wouldn't give up on their relationship without a fight.

She looked forward to rejecting his attempts at every turn.

She curled up in a ball in her silky sheets and fell into an uneasy sleep. She had a dream about a boy with messy orange hair.
The dream comforted her until sunrise.

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