Heart of Glass
Author: reina_biggerstaff
Pairing: In the beginning, Percy x Penelope, but eventually, Percy x Oliver
Summary: Oliver grows more and more jealous each time he sees Penelope with Percy, but will he succumb to the darkness that is consuming his heart? Or will he be able to suppress it?
Disclaimer: I no own these characters; only the plot. J.K. Rowling, the true genius, is behind these awesome characters. No sue me ^.^ ! You wouldn't get that much anyway.
Chapter 1: Loathing (continued)
The Next Day:
Oliver talked with Percy last night. Surprisingly, things aren't going too well between him and Penelope. He doesn't like how clingy she's getting, and when he tells her his feelings, she gets defensive. She stormed out last night after he mentioned how she was on him like a mosquito on an open wound (not in those words, though). Oliver tries to hide my satisfaction, reading a magazine and covering his evil smile. It seems like they're drifting farther away everyday. Percy and Penelope were separated all day today. She was angry with him, and bet that she could stay away from him for a whole week, since he said she was too clingy. On his way back to his dorm, Percy bumped into her. "What are you doing here? Are you trying to sabotage the bet? Hmmph, that's JUST like you, Percival Weasley," Penelope bitched. "Now listen here! YOU bumped into ME! You know what? I don't have time to argue with you. I have better things to do with my time!" he yelled. She followed him back to his dorm to crab some more, and he slammed the door in her face. That was the final straw. He turned around, and, mortified, noticed Oliver skimming a magazine on his bed. He calmed down a bit, and stumbled over to his bed, falling over onto it.
"I think a breakup is inevitable," Percy said glumly, face in his hands, "Why didn't I just leave well enough alone? I guess it would've been dishonest, thought." Oliver looked up from his Quidditch magazine, and pondered what he would say. Percy just lay there on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He did not cry; his feelings were too bottled up. Did I really love her? Or was it just infatuation? We weren't going out for too long, and I didn't feel that much of an emotional connection. But, Percy thought. He set his glasses over on the side table; it separated his and Oliver's beds. Oliver put down his magazine, sat up, and moved closer to Percy. "Perce, I've known you for a long time, and I know that you would never want to be dishonest. If something's bothering you, you should always speak up, but in a reasonably polite tone. Do you think it was really love? Or something else? You might want to ask yourself these questions first before you depress yourself," Oliver said, looking deeply into Percy's eyes. "I have, and I'm not sure. I mean, I'm beginning to think that I wasn't really in love with her, but I don't know," Percy admitted, avoiding Oliver's gaze. "You don't have to look away. Not everyone expects you to be perfect," Oliver said warmly, placing a hand on Percy's shivering shoulder. Percy looked up at his roommate, who had then moved beside him onto his bed. "You feel cold, Percy," Oliver said. "A little," Percy answered. "Would you like a blanket or a sweater? I've got an extra one in my trunk," the Quidditch captain offered, a caring look on his face. "Um, okay," Percy replied. Oliver grabbed a comfy, fleece blanket from his trunk, wrapping it around himself and his chilly roommate. "I think I'm going to break up with her. She's just too needy. I feel like she's on life support, and I'm the life support!" Percy complained. "I hear 'ya, Perce. I've had situations like that, too. I've had girls cling to me so much that I've almost suffocated. When those things happened, I just got up and left. I can't take that kind of pressure," Oliver told him. Maybe he'll feel better, now, Oliver thought. "Thanks, Ol, but maybe I should give her a chance for a couple of days," Percy said gratefully. Hmm...that didn't quite work out as I had planned. But there's still hope," the Keeper thought. They both rolled over and fell asleep.
Author: reina_biggerstaff
Pairing: In the beginning, Percy x Penelope, but eventually, Percy x Oliver
Summary: Oliver grows more and more jealous each time he sees Penelope with Percy, but will he succumb to the darkness that is consuming his heart? Or will he be able to suppress it?
Disclaimer: I no own these characters; only the plot. J.K. Rowling, the true genius, is behind these awesome characters. No sue me ^.^ ! You wouldn't get that much anyway.
Chapter 1: Loathing (continued)
The Next Day:
Oliver talked with Percy last night. Surprisingly, things aren't going too well between him and Penelope. He doesn't like how clingy she's getting, and when he tells her his feelings, she gets defensive. She stormed out last night after he mentioned how she was on him like a mosquito on an open wound (not in those words, though). Oliver tries to hide my satisfaction, reading a magazine and covering his evil smile. It seems like they're drifting farther away everyday. Percy and Penelope were separated all day today. She was angry with him, and bet that she could stay away from him for a whole week, since he said she was too clingy. On his way back to his dorm, Percy bumped into her. "What are you doing here? Are you trying to sabotage the bet? Hmmph, that's JUST like you, Percival Weasley," Penelope bitched. "Now listen here! YOU bumped into ME! You know what? I don't have time to argue with you. I have better things to do with my time!" he yelled. She followed him back to his dorm to crab some more, and he slammed the door in her face. That was the final straw. He turned around, and, mortified, noticed Oliver skimming a magazine on his bed. He calmed down a bit, and stumbled over to his bed, falling over onto it.
"I think a breakup is inevitable," Percy said glumly, face in his hands, "Why didn't I just leave well enough alone? I guess it would've been dishonest, thought." Oliver looked up from his Quidditch magazine, and pondered what he would say. Percy just lay there on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. He did not cry; his feelings were too bottled up. Did I really love her? Or was it just infatuation? We weren't going out for too long, and I didn't feel that much of an emotional connection. But, Percy thought. He set his glasses over on the side table; it separated his and Oliver's beds. Oliver put down his magazine, sat up, and moved closer to Percy. "Perce, I've known you for a long time, and I know that you would never want to be dishonest. If something's bothering you, you should always speak up, but in a reasonably polite tone. Do you think it was really love? Or something else? You might want to ask yourself these questions first before you depress yourself," Oliver said, looking deeply into Percy's eyes. "I have, and I'm not sure. I mean, I'm beginning to think that I wasn't really in love with her, but I don't know," Percy admitted, avoiding Oliver's gaze. "You don't have to look away. Not everyone expects you to be perfect," Oliver said warmly, placing a hand on Percy's shivering shoulder. Percy looked up at his roommate, who had then moved beside him onto his bed. "You feel cold, Percy," Oliver said. "A little," Percy answered. "Would you like a blanket or a sweater? I've got an extra one in my trunk," the Quidditch captain offered, a caring look on his face. "Um, okay," Percy replied. Oliver grabbed a comfy, fleece blanket from his trunk, wrapping it around himself and his chilly roommate. "I think I'm going to break up with her. She's just too needy. I feel like she's on life support, and I'm the life support!" Percy complained. "I hear 'ya, Perce. I've had situations like that, too. I've had girls cling to me so much that I've almost suffocated. When those things happened, I just got up and left. I can't take that kind of pressure," Oliver told him. Maybe he'll feel better, now, Oliver thought. "Thanks, Ol, but maybe I should give her a chance for a couple of days," Percy said gratefully. Hmm...that didn't quite work out as I had planned. But there's still hope," the Keeper thought. They both rolled over and fell asleep.