Percy woke up the next day, feeling better than he'd felt in years. He was in his bed, the smell of Audrey's perfume still on his clothes. The monster inside him was satisfied, sleeping away peacefully.

The Gryffindor common room was full, but once Percy entered everyone seemed to exit nervously. The morning was perfect, but something didn't feel right.

"Have fun last night?" Percy spun around. He hadn't noticed the thin boy sitting in the chair behind him.

"Blimey, Oliver. You scared me!" Percy smiled, but his smile disappeared once he saw Oliver's face. Percy'd seen Oliver on his worst possible days, but that was nothing compared to what he was seeing now.

"Sit down."

"Oliver, are you—"

"Sit. Down."

Percy sat, weary of what was happening. Oliver's eyes had faint rings underneath them, and his hair was undone. His lips were pursed tightly, and his skin was pale. He looked as if he'd been out on the Quidditch pitch all night (Oliver was known to do that, sometimes).

"So, what were you doing last night?" Oliver questioned, his eyes staring straight ahead.

"I… Was on a date with P-"

"I asked you a question."

"Yes, and I was attempting to ans-"

"Don't." Oliver looked at him, pure rage in his voice. "Don't lie to me. I saw you."

"Saw me what?"

"Saw you and Audrey going at it."

"WHAT?"

"You really should make sure no one's in a room before you start shit like that." Oliver's voice was shaking. Percy looked over to see Oliver's entire body shaking.

"Does Penelope know?" Percy gulped.

"You better hope she doesn't." Oliver rose so quickly that the chair toppled over. He grabbed Percy by his robes and lifted him to his feet. "She was wondering where you were, however. Said you and her had a date."

The monster inside Percy was wide awake now, clawing to get out.

"Mind your own business." Percy spoke calmly.

"She's my friend, Percy. She's YOUR GIRLFRIEND!"

"I don't love her."

The next thing Percy knew, he was knocked off his feet and thrown against the wall. Oliver was above him, looking much like he did when he looked at his enemy- Marcus Flint. But much worse.

"You betrayed her."

"Why do you care?"

"Why don't you?" Oliver snarled, punching Percy in the eye. "Have fun explaining that. But, it seems you're rather good at story-telling."

With that, Oliver stormed out. Percy was left in a heap on the ground. He touched his eye, wincing as he saw blood on his hand. His vision was blurred, and he couldn't see at all out of the eye Oliver attacked. After several attempts, Percy managed to get to his feet. He dragged himself up the stairs to clean himself up.

"Merlin's beard, Percy!" Penny shrieked when he approached her. "What on Earth happened?"

"Er… Had a run-in with Pucey. I'm fine, really." Percy shrugged her off.

"Lord, Adrian…" Penny muttered under her breath, grabbing Percy once more to examine his wounds. "You really should get that eye checked. Your nose looks broken as well…"

"I'm fine."

"But Percy-"

"I'm fine, Penny. I already have a mum, thanks." Percy snapped at her.

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. Get out of my way." Percy moved her to the side, before stopping. "I'll see you at lunch." With that, he walked off. He didn't look back, not even once.