DISCLAIMER: Laertes belongs to me, and Vesta belongs to Lainey.
Not as much as one day after the flying, Oliver asked me out.
"You two go really well together" Commented Percy as we were supposed to be going over our History of Magic homework in the library. I could tell that there was a hint of resentment in his voice, but as he was my best friend, what else could he say? Of course my thoughts were not on Percy at the time - - nor on my twin brother, Laertes, who had muttered "Bullshit" under his breath upon hearing Percy's comment. That caused my friend Vesta to punch my brother's arm.
"I think it's great that Penny's got a date with the God." Said Ves. She didn't like Oliver; I think that "Egotistical Dunder-Headed Jock" was how she would describe him when she was feeling nice. I chose to ignore her comment - - she meant well.
"Pen, don't you think that he's a tad...well...dickheaded?" That was Lae.
I chewed on the end of my quill before glaring at my brother, "Lae, no one I go out with is ever good enough according to you."
"Percy was..." He muttered.
"Percy's your best friend." I retorted.
"Percy's well aware that he's being talked about." Percy pointed out.
Laertes rolled his eyes, "Either way, I don't think that I'll be bale to sleep at night knowing that Wood is in the bed next to me, masturbating to thoughts of my sister."
"Oh get off it." Said Percy, " You know that people only masturbate after they're sure that their roomates are fast asleep."
"Nuh-uh...they do it while pretending that they are asleep!"
Ves and I looked at eachother, trying hard not to laugh....men where such idiots!
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Anyway, that was not important; to me Oliver and I were soulmates. Of course I felt just a tad intimidated by who he was and how so many girls fancied him. That was why I was lucky; lucky that he was totally feeling me up on the couch in the vacant seventh year lounge. True, I should have been telling him to get off of me like a good little Prefect would, but it felt rather good, and as long as nobody found out, then I was fine. Slowly, articles of clothing started to be removed. This was a sin - - and I was a good girl, a very good girl.Only one thing would justify this; I swallowed hard and looked up at him saying, "Oliver...I love you, do you love me?"
He was quiet for a moment, but then as he fumbled with un-hooking my bra he said, "Yes Penelope, of course I love you."
At first it hurt.....then something popped....there was some blood....it started to feel good...an exploding sensation.....a total loss of control from him....and then it was over.
That was an act of love?? It seemed more like something out of a porno, especially since ,(although I hate to be descriptive), part of my inner thigh was covered in his cum and I hurt like a bitch. But then he wrapped his arms around me, and I was assured that he loved me.