Author note: Story ideas kept swimming in my head all night long for 2 days, so I had to write them. Hope you don't mind a Penny-filled chapter with a random roommate-girl. Forgive me ahead of time, for I suck with tenses.
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She's sitting on her bed, clutching her pillow to her chest, still bawling her eyes out. She can't help it. She was going to sleep with him. She almost had. He didn't even love her and she almost slept with him.
Her roommate was calmly combing her hair into many different styles. She was going to meet her boyfriend and wanted to look nice. She still listens to Penny ramble on about Percy and their break-up, but she was only half listening. She couldn't get this shell to go in her hair the right way. It was almost impossible. She knew she should have bought that book of spells for hair.
"And then he," Penny started sniffling, "asked me to go up to his room. Everyone knows thats like the Hogwarts equivalent of getting engaged. I thought all our problems would go away." She sniffled some more. Satrine was starring into the mirror paying next to no attention, and Penny was a little glad. She wanted to tell someone, but Satrine was far from her best friend and this wasn't the ideal way to tell it. "Well, then, so I was stripping for him and he says 'We have to stop' and he kicks me out and tells me he doesn't love me like I love him. What does that mean? How else could be love me? Like he loves his mother or his sister? He is a total git for doing this to me. Especially since I lost one of my favorite socks, and I bet he and that stupid roommate of his are - "
"Shut up for a second, alright? I'm concentrating." Satrine said, folding a piece of hair in her hands. "Anyways, you must be like completely blind."
"Excuse me?" Penny said, taken aback. She tugged the pillow closer to herself and looked at her done-up roommate.
"He is so in love with Oliver Wood." She said simply, then grabbed her straightener and started over on the section she'd just messed up on.
"Oliver?" She replied quietly. "But Oliver's a boy. He doesn't love him, why would he?" Penny asked out loud, more to herself, but Satrine smirked at her.
"For being his girlfriend you don't pay any attention. He only stares at Oliver all the time and follows him around like a puppy dog." She told her giving herself one last look in the mirror. "How do I look?"
"Beautiful." Penny replied, barely lifting her head to look. Satrine was satisfied however, and left for her big date.
Percy and Oliver? That just couldn't be. She knew Percy. He was a sucker for the rules. Had to have everything perfect, and falling for Oliver was far from perfect. They could never be the perfect family Penny had imagined they could be together. Penny would have 3 children, two boys and a girl, and she'd be a housewife. Percy would go to work and they'd go out on the town once a week and one of his brothers would watch the children. They'd adore their uncles and Penny and Percy would love them, too, for taking the kids so often. They'd have sweet sex every week and everything would be perfect. Their house would be spotless. Percy could live like that. Percy already did live like that.
Oliver could never give him any of those things. Stability? Oliver was a quidditch player and always would be. He'd travel all the time. Their house would be a pigsty, they'd never have children, and no one would look at them the same again. Young girls in love with Oliver would want to kill him and the Ministry would tease him mercilly. Penny knew he'd never let himself fall in love with someone so wrong for him.
Would he?
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A few nights later, she couldn't get it out of her head. She'd been avoiding Percy and now she was seeking him out. She'd made sure she looked perfect. She didn't want Percy to think she'd spent any time crying over him, which she had, but she didn't want him to know it.
Percy was just where she thought he would be, sitting in the library reading a book and taking neat notes. She knew she could tell his handwriting anywhere. He had the best handwriting of anyone she knew. It wasn't too large nor too small, not too curvy nor too straight, and it never slanted. The T's were crossed right in the middle and the I's had perfect dots on top. She didn't know anyone who could write so perfectly so effortlessly. Then again, she didn't know many people like Percy. It made her feel like crying all over again.
But she was on a mission. She is there for a reason, to get a confession, or even a denial. Anything that will get the picture of him and Oliver out of her head.
"Is it true?" She asks, making complete sense in her brain. She realizes it is a tad ambiguous and she should elaborate, but she isn't sure she can get anything else out.
Percy looks up, confused, and see's his ex-girlfriend standing there looking at him. She has an angry look on her face and he thinks she's gone crazy for a moment. "Is what true?" He finally replies.
She sits down and looks straight into his eyes, "Did you leave me for Oliver?"
His eyes widen and his mouth about drops. His brain is thinking a mile a minute and he doesn't know how to respond. She waits, almost patiently. Percy nervously plays with his quill and looks everywhere but Penny.
"Penny, I'd never - where did you get an idea like that?" He asks, looking at her nose. She ignores this, and grabs one of his hands and looks him in the eyes. They're deep blue and she feels herself tearing up again.
"You only look at him every moment of every day. In class, you take notes while staring at him out of the corner of your eye. At breakfast you sit across from him and stare. You go to every quidditch match he plays in, but never want to go to any he doesn't. You have to be home right after practice. What, is that when he fucks you, Percy? Tell me. I deserve to know." She says, getting angrier by the minute and keeping eye contact with him.
"I didn't leave you for Oliver." He says softly, and she feels relieved. "I left you because I love Oliver. It's different." He adds and her heart about drops open.
"But, what? how?" She asks. "You said you didn't leave me for him, but you did."
"Penny, why are you doing this to yourself?" He asks quietly, not wanting to talk about Oliver any longer. She can tell and knows her answer.
Penny drops Percy's hand and stands up. "I'm doing this because I love you and I had to know if you loved him, and now I know." She says and swiftly turns around and leaves the library, waiting until she is down the hallway before the tears streamed down her cheeks.
"I love you, Percy Weasley." She whispers, and pulled her knees up and cried into them for what seemed like hours. Then a voice broke in, a voice she didn't want to hear, especially not then.
"Are you okay?" Oliver Wood asked bending down over Penny.
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A/N: Review or no more, and I KNOW you want a good kiss, so review. I'm not too sure I like it, so if it suddenly disappears, you'll know why.