With all the feelings I'd like to share,

I love the tangle that's in you hair.

I see you but I can't have you

So I won't try to touch you,

I won't undress you with my eyes no more,

'Cause she won't want me to.

And I won't try to hold you,

Know my finger tips on perfect skin no more,

'Cause she won't want my to,

So where's the pleasure with you?

Oliver Wood had it bad. He was infatuated, smitten, head over heels and love struck with one Percy Ignatius Weasley. Percy was the third oldest of six brothers and third oldest of seven siblings. He was tall with a slender frame, sparkling blue eyes and coppery red hair, one of two family trade marks. The second Weasley trade mark was the full body spread of freckles. Oliver's own family were good friends with the Weasleys and through this he had found that his roommate at Hogwarts looks like his mother more then any of his siblings. He probably looked more like her then the rest put together in all honesty.

Molly was a kind woman, an amazing cook and seemed to have enough time to keep track of all her children, despite the twins, Fred and George being notorious pranksters. Her hair and eye colour had passed onto Percy whilst the other six children looked more like her muggle-loving husband, Arthur, taking brown eyes and often his red hair that was more of a gingery blonde then red. Bill's and Ron's hair were slightly darker then the other siblings but couldn't compare to Percy's curls.

Oliver often wondered what it would be like to sift his hands through Percy's hair, in some ways it reminded him of a lion's mane, dark and wild, but in the setting sun it often looked coppery or sometimes, at the right angle, blood red. It was beautiful. Towards the end of their sixth year, Oliver found out what it was like and ruffled Percy's hair in a friendly gesture that gained him a playful glare from his roommate whilst one of the seventh years they'd made friends with laughed, mimicking the gesture towards Oliver's own mousy brown hair. His eyes were a similar colour to his hair. He thought them to be terribly boring.

But in seventh year one Penelope Clearwater proved to be a problem. She was a raven claw, the same year as himself and Percy but by heck, she wasn't half a witch, not just magically either. She was a flirt, Oliver thought she looked rather cheap and obvious, the way she'd batter her eyelashes at Percy and giggle, flicking sandy blonde curls over her shoulder.

He was told that night that Percy was infact dating Miss Clearwater, effective that morning. Apparently she'd asked him for help with her potions essay and they'd gotten talking. Why did the cute ones always have to be straight?

Oliver was approached one morning before a trip to Hogsmeade, he and Penelope were waiting in the common room for Percy to finish taming his hair. Penelope as always was watching Oliver from the corner of her eye, she'd not yet managed to make an insult as of yet, she had a knack for that, getting in cruel comments and sniping at him. It was almost a hobby for her she did it that often.

"Leave him alone, Mr Wood. He's mine" Her voice held that uptight tone she always used but she didn't turn towards him, just kept staring at him.

"Pardon? I thought you just said you wanted me to leave my best friend alone" Oliver knew he'd heard her correctly.

"Then you thought right. I want you to leave my boyfriend alone, you disgusting pouf!" Oliver blinked, shock settling over his features for a few moments.

"He's my best friend, Miss Clearwater. I'm not going anywhere" He dragged out the syllables in the last word, biting each off as he turned to face her fully. She repeated the gesture, glaring at him.

"I don't care. I see the way you look at him, the way you're always trying to touch him whether it's ruffling his hair, patting his shoulder or grabbing his wrist to lead him around. He's mine and you're not getting your filthy gigantic hands on him even if it's the last thing I do" She gave him what was supposed to be a defiant look but made her look more like a pig or bulldog.

"He's not your possession, Miss Clearwater" Oliver refused to use the girl's name, it was a vile word that he tried to avoid like the plague.

"He bloody well is, Mr Wood. He's my boyfriend, he'll be my fiance, he'll be my husband and he'll be my lover. He'll never be yours. He'll always be mine, even if I stray. Mark my words" She sneered, face flushed and curls bouncing dangerously like Medusa's snakes.

"I..." Oliver caught sight of Percy on the stairs and plastered on a smile "We'll finish this off later, Miss Clearwater, but I'm not staying away from my friend" He made a noise in the back of his throat and brushed passed her to throw an arm around the redhead's shoulder as he reached the last step, Percy's own arm coming around his shoulder.

Penelope glared at him for a moment before fixing a delighted smile at Percy and holding out both her arms. Percy smiled, patting Oliver on the shoulder before sliding from under his arm and wrapping both his arms around Penny and kissing her on the forehead. Oliver noted that he never once saw Percy initiate a kiss to the lips. Oliver rolled his eyes as the she-devil planted a kiss on Percy's lips before giggling falsely and wrapping her arms around the young man's waist.

She spent the rest of the day at Percy's side, slipping in remarks every now and again whilst Percy was around, not getting down to the full contents of her insults till Percy slipped off to the men's room.

"Puff"

"Control Freak"

"Queer"

"Bitch"

"He's mine"

"He's his own"

"Don't you dare touch him"

"Or else what?"

"Or else I'll out you to the school"

"I'm sooo scared"

"You should be. No team will ever want a crappy Quidditch player like you, they'll want a crappy gay Quidditch player even less"

"Good job I'm not a crappy quidditch player and the world save you and some Slytherins have gotten over homosexuality"

She snorted, flicking her hair again. It looked like she dyed it.

"Your roots are showing, Miss Clearwater"

"Your hairy arse is showing, Mr Wood, oh wait! That's your face, my mistake"

"I see the plastic surgery went well, Miss Clearwater"

"I see they failed to strangle you at birth, Mr Wood"

" I see you're only using Percy, Miss Clearwater"

"I see you're correct there, Mr Wood" She smirked at him for a moment before noticing Percy and waving a hand to him, her head rested on her other palm.

Oliver growled from the back of his throat, not bothering to make himself look happy as the redhead sat down, between them. The day passed quickly after that, Fred and George dragged Oliver off at some point and he noticed the victorious smirk on Penelope's face as she pulled Percy into a kiss, hand sliding to grab his arse.

Damn...

After that Penelope "Evil spawn of Satan or Voldemort" Clearwater, was around Percy more and more, Oliver decided he'd be around her as little as possible and tried to keep his distance, meaning Quidditch took over more of his spare time before and after classes. His only chance to talk to Percy were the brief time in the great dining hall and when they were getting in or out of their respective beds. He stopped looking at the red head, began to barely talk to him, giving the routinely "G' Morning and G' Night" aswell as the occasional "Yea.." or "Nah..." when asked a question by the boy.

He hated one Penelope "Evil Spawn of Satan or Voldemort" Clearwater.

He hated her as much as he loved one Percy Ignatius Weasley.

He hated, despised, detested and loathed her.

As much as he was infatuated, smitten, head over heels and love struck with him.

Author's Notes: Soooo There it is. My new, somewhat dark story.

I'm currently writing the third chapter out, planned to finish after four. The song refered to as inspiration at the top is called "Where's the pleasure?" by Protocol. It's a new one out and very very catchy. As you can tell, it's going to be one of those PCXPWXOW fics where Penelope is Percy's (evil) girlfriend, Oliver is (head over heels)in love with Percy and Percy's just the (very cute) plank who has no clue what's going on, for a while.

Enjoy!