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Arriving at our room, I started to feel the exhaustion of my first day back. It was certainly the most eventful first day I ever had. Actually, it was the most eventful day I had ever had. I followed behind Percy as we trudged up the stairs to our bedrooms, my head down and arms limp. I wasn't looking and stumbled backwards as I walked right into a rigid standing Percy.

Confused, I stared up at his concerned face. My eyes searched his expressions for a clue as to what was troubling him, and I started to feel a little nervous myself.

What could possibly be wrong now?

I stood with a questioning and slightly annoyed expression and waited for him to voice his concerns. Instead of speaking, his eyes shifted to both bedroom doors, then back to me.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes and let my body slouch. If it had been a few hours earlier, I would have dragged him into my bedroom myself, but now, I wasn't exactly in the mood to spend the night in the same bed.

I know it's horrible, since I just gave him what was probably his best kiss ever, but I would rather have just climbed into bed and went to sleep.

Instead of giving into him, I forced a half smile, leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, and pushed him slightly towards his own door.

"It's late Percy. I'm so tired." He was never good at hiding his feelings. I could see in his face the moment I let out my first three words that he was extremely disappointed. I didn't want him going to sleep feeling that way. "Besides, first day tomorrow, we don't want to be completely exhausted. We have to be ready to...learn." He perked up at that and nodded in complete agreement.

"You're right. We definitely need to be fresh and ready tomorrow. We especially need to be early, since we were late doing everything today. Can't be staying up all night now. If you're not up tomorrow, well don't worry, I'll just wake you when I get up." He nodded at everything he said as if he were the one trying to convince me we should just go to sleep. Instead of arguing, I decided to just agree and let him go to his room.

I was about to say goodnight when a frightening thought struck me. "Percy, no! You don't have to wake me up when you wake up. I'll be able to wake on my own. Not to worry, I always wake up on time. We won't be late I promise, I'll wake up." I definitely didn't want him to wake me up. There was certainly no need to wake up at 5:00 with him when breakfast didn't even start till 7:00.

"Well, alright then, if you're sure. But if you're not at least up by 6:00, I'm waking you up. Well, good-night love. Have a nice rest." He leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek, but almost fell on top of me when he leaned in too far. However, he stood up after giving me my kiss, and still looked triumphant. I couldn't help but smile and shake my head at him as he retreated to his room.

I stood watching his with my arms folded until his door was shut behind him. Then, going into my own room, I let out a long held in sigh. My back against the door, I relived the past night in my mind, and smiled every time Oliver's face came into view. Surely, there would be no way to be just friends. When it came to Oliver Wood, that would be near impossible.

I heard Percy come back out of his room, humming the school hymn. His footsteps faded off in the direction of the bathroom.

I have to forget Oliver. No matter how hard it was, I knew that Percy and me were right for each other. We had to be. Everybody said so, and up until today, I had thought so too. We were alike in almost every way. Like...well...well there's...academics?

Ugh! That is NOT a good enough trait. But there had to be something didn't there? How did we get this far if there was nothing?

Maybe I was too busy listening to everyone else's stereotypes to really listen to myself. No, that couldn't be it. There was definitely something between Percy and I. There just had to be.

I must just be too tired tonight to think of anything. Or maybe it's just because my mind is going a mile a minute in every direction. Between Percy, Oliver, Head Girl, school, the first day back, May, Suze, and a million other things, I just couldn't focus on what I needed to. Yes, that had to be the answer. It just had to be.

I was tearing my mind in half trying to think of something. Pacing back in forth and running my hands through my hair, a nervous habit I've had since childhood, I didn't even notice my door was slightly ajar.

"Penelope?" A voice whispered from the doorway. My head snapped around so fast that it made me dizzy for a moment. Percy, the last and most important person I wanted to see at the moment, peeked his head through my door. "Are you alright?" NO! OF COURSE NOT!

I took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Letting my shoulders relax, I put on a soft smile, "Yes,

Percy, I'm fine. Good-night...dear." His eyes shifted about the room quickly, then he nodded and left, the door snapping shut quietly behind him.

I threw my head back and looked desperately at the ceiling for a solution. Groaning, I flopped onto the bed and lay with my hands behind my head. Still searching for an answer, my eyelids grew heavy. My head tilted to the side, and the last thing I saw was the sapphire eye of the raven headboard looking down on me...probably with pity.

The room was dark, but I felt a soft breeze on my face, and smiled into the darkness, my eyes closed. What time is it? I wondered, but didn't really care. It was probably somewhere around 2 or 3 in the morning. I had to get some sleep before Percy came to wake me up for good.

Someone had lifted the blanket over me during the night. I felt the smooth fabric and rubbed my hands over my stomach to feel the texture against my skin. My hands rested on my stomach just under my breasts. They weren't there long though, because someone took them by the wrists and pinned them up over my head.

I didn't panic, just smiled and took a deep breath as I felt someone's weight slide over me and rest on top of me. My body wriggled a little, but it was comfortable underneath him. Kisses were planted from my chin down to my shirt line. He let a hot breath out on my neck and began his kisses again around my collarbone.

I bit my lower lip and let out a small moan. He pressed against me a little harder and continued his kisses. "P..." I began to whisper, but was cut off by a full frontal kiss on the lips. His lips were warm and smooth. He dominated the kiss, sliding his tongue in and out, nibbling slightly on my lower lip. The kiss shocked me and pleased me all at once. Could this possibly be Percy? Where did he learn to kiss like that in the past few hours? There was definitely not a spell for this.

Then I got the best and worst shock, which made me draw in a sharp breath in-between the moments our lips met. This wasn't Percy. Not even close.

My eyes were still closed, but I knew instantly who it was when I felt the soft hair brush over my eyes as he kissed me more earnestly. Oliver.

Even more excited, I pushed up against him and leaned into the kiss. Our kiss became more passionate, almost with an edge of desperation. One of his hands let go of my wrist and went to stroke my hair. His fingers ran through my strands with ease and sent tingles down my spine. No one had ever touched my hair that way.

Hungry to fulfill the desire to stroke his hair from the minute I saw him on the staircase, my hand rose to the back of his head and I anticipated the feeling of my fingers running through his locks. The second my hand was about to grace his head, the feeling of his body pressing against mine was gone.

Had he gotten up? My chin lifted looking for his lips, but I couldn't find them. I kept my eyes closed, scared to look around to find him gone. I still tasted him on my lips, but the tingle was gone, and so was he. The breeze faded, the sense of someone else in the room was gone, and a black fuzziness yet again swept over the inside of my eyes, clouding my mind...and he was gone.