Disclaimer: What a Difference a Day made is not mine, and I neither wrote nor performed it. It was composed by Maria Mendez Grever, the English lyrics are by Stanley Adams, and it is most famously performed by Dinah Washington.
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As headboy, it was Percy's responsibility to make rounds of the corridors for some time each night. On such an emotional and exhausting day as this one, Percy was glad to hear the clocks chime midnight, when it was the turn of the magic wards placed in Hogwarts to watch for miscreant students, and not the prefects. With grateful feet, he slowly walked back to his room. As Headboy, he had his own private chamber, which, though a blessing in terms of privacy, also deprived him of the camaraderie that came with sharing the dormitories with his housemates.
He finally reached the tall thin portrait of Circe, who, upon receiving his password of "Ex Libris" swung open to reveal his room. It was simple, extremely neat, and filled with books and work paraphernalia. As he began to prepare for bed, Percy thought about the day's events.
What a difference a day made
Twenty-four little hours
Brought the sun and the flowers
Where there used to be rain
If he was honest with himself, he felt better than he had felt in months. A weight had been lifted, and he felt happy. Somewhere inside of him, a door had been opened that previously had been bolted shut. Light flooded where previously there was only darkness. The sun had come from behind the clouds etc., etc., etc.
But Percy was, as always, uncertain. In one day, his previously ordered and neat world had been thrown into chaos. What would come out of this chaos, none could say. But would he like the results? All he knew was that this was radically different than anything before.
My yesterday was blue, dear
Today I'm part of you, dear
My lonely nights are through, dear
Since you said you were mine
The biggest thing was the boyfriends part. Before, he and Oliver's relationship was more physical than anything, especially from Percy's end. But now, it was a relationship. He had a boyfriend. He was someone's boyfriend. Instead of two, there was one. He had Oliver. Oliver had him. This would be quite a change.
No more would he have no alternative but sitting holed up in the library or his room. No more would his nights consist entirely of studying, writing, reading He had a boyfriend. He could go out, go to dinner, go dancing. Now there was a strange thought! He didn't have to sit alone at the Great Hall table, listening to everyone else enjoying themselves.
What a difference a day makes
There's a rainbow before me
Skies above can't be stormy
Since that moment of bliss
That thrilling kiss
Percy smiled to himself as he set his books in order and prepared for the next day. He felt light, happy, like nothing could go wrong. He lay down on his bed, and thought of Oliver. How funny he had looked, coming in out of the storm, to storm (no pun intended) up to the library, and demand his love. And that kiss… Percy knew he'd remember that kiss for the rest of his life. It was actually rather chaste for a kiss, no tongue, no hands reaching into places, but there was something. A spark, a thrill, that had never happened when the kissed before. With a contented sigh, she sank into the covers and closed his eyes.
It's heaven when you find romance on your menu
What a difference a day made
And the difference is you