Do you know,

My story from the start?

And do you know me,

Like you've always told me?

Do you see,

The whispers in my heart against your kindness?

My eternal blindness.

Do you see?

Do you see a brighter day for me?

Another day?

A day?

Do you wonder what's in store for me?

A cure for me?

The way?

Percy's eyes lingered on Penelope Clearwater whom was sat at the Ravenclaw table, talking to her Ravenclaw friends and laughing in that false, horsy way that she always did. She tossed her curls, batted her eyelids and flicked a wrist as one of the sixth years told a joke, his hand resting on one of Penelope's own. It had been there for the last few weeks.

Oliver had been avoiding him for the past few months.

And it hurt.

He wasn't sure why his best friend at Hogwarts had suddenly backed off, he'd noticed him doing so when they arrived at Hogsmeade, the first time that year. He'd been cheery and... and... Oliver all morning. But Percy had gone to toilet and returned to find Penny grinning falsely whilst Oliver seems put down. He'd had every intention to ask what was wrong but every time he opened his mouth the blonde bimbo would speak up and interrupt him. She finally shut up when Fred and George dragged Oliver off, something to do with quidditch.

He wondered if it was something he'd done, or maybe Penny had made one of those comments she always made, pointing out imperfections. She did it to Oliver. She did it to Percy, Himself. She'd even done it to a teacher or two over the years.

His eyes strayed from the girl and moved to the mournful boy before him, head lowered showing a glorious head of brown hair. Percy preferred brown hair to blonde. He preferred brown eyes to green aswell. Another thing he preferred was boys. He preferred boys with the anatomy to girls. Boys with flat chests, broad shoulders, muscular arms and toned legs. Boys with strong jaws, soft brown eyes and thin lips that smiled broadly, flashing teeth that weren't perfect but still dazzling.

He preferred all that to girls with large chests, dyed hair that fell into forced curls and fake smiles. Preferred it to grass coloured eyes, a nose that was too pert to look real, a slender body that looked like it could break and lips that looked like they belonged to a fish.

He preferred Oliver Wood to Penelope Clearwater.

He'd only known it for the last few months when Penny had become irritating and almost possessive and Oliver had become distant and quiet. He began to think more about it, not caring about the nudges his brother's exchanged when he was watched, watching Oliver's down turned head. It started to fit when he paid attention to it. Penny had come onto the scene, Oliver had left. He'd been pushed away and/or was feeling left out. Penelope was hogging him to herself.

And yet she was right over there, two tables down, flirting with a boy a year younger then themselves.

"Cheer up, Ol. It might never happen" Percy tried to smile comfortingly as the brunette looked up at him with blank eyes before looking back down. Biting his lip, Percy reached a hand over to place on the quidditch player's shoulder but the boy flinched back, a noise similar to a snort leaving him.

Percy's brows quirked and he realised he'd need to take drastic action.

The fork Oliver had been using to poke at his eggs with clattered to his plate moments later when he felt a foot rubbing at his groin.

Author's Notes: Chapter two for the lovely people who updated. Poor Ol, eh?

Would have updated last night but had this HUUGE powercut that went on from about 4:30pm to about 9:45pm. It went from being us, to the people down the street, us, them, us, them, everyone, us.. it was stressful.

I'm hopefully going to see brokeback mountain tonight with my mum, YAY! although Jake Gyllenhaal and Heather Leadger.. not sure how my mum will react to that.

I have a bruised knuckle (don't know how), I broke my head phones, lost one of my favourite badges and forgot my History work and taht's in three days. Not my week at all