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"Finally." Percy breathed as we reached the common room of our new home. We left Oliver outside and he had walked on to the Gryffindor dorms. As soon as the portrait door swung closed, Percy dropped his sack on the floor with a thud and pulled me in for a kiss.

His kiss was wet and sloppy, as usually, and he used way too much tongue, which I'm sure must hurt him at least a little bit. The first time he kissed me, I almost choked, and I'm sorry to say it hasn't gotten any better.

Finally he pulled away, and he gave me that impish Weasley grin. He was red, although I couldn't figure out what for, considering we were only kissing for about 20 seconds. Still, I smiled at him, because this was the Percy Weasley I knew and loved. He wasn't perfect, but then again, who was?

"So, shall we check out the bedrooms?" He asked with a sheepish grin.

"Why, Percy Weasley, you've never been this forward before. What's gotten into you?"

He looked away and turned as red as the Gryffindor crest on the wall. I almost laughed, but that would have made him feel worse.

"I'de love to." I breathed into his ear, which made him perk up and grab my hand.

He dashed up the staircase at the end of the room pulling me right behind him. I only had a brief second to inspect the room, and was shocked that he wouldn't want to do the same. It had the colors of Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, and they complemented each other beautifully. There was a couch and a love seat to face it, and in the center of the room a round table. The carpet was red, and the wallpaper had silver and gold stripes.

That was all I was able to see before he had me going up the stairs, which alternated blue and red, with twisted gold and silver handrails. He stopped momentarily between two doors at the top of the stairs that were across from each other. Looking at each door, he choose the one to the left and threw it open. Before I knew what was happening, he had me on the bed on my back.

His hands were exploring and I giggled as he touched some ticklish spots. His mouth was all around my neck tasting every inch. He was about to wander up the inside of my shirt, which I would have welcomed, but he hesitated and settled for caressing the outside.

I smiled imagining that he had waited years for this. Now that we had our own rooms, it was easier than sneaking around dark classrooms scared of being caught, and we wouldn't even dare do anything but share a quick kiss at his family's house, with all his siblings and his parents running about. Especially with Fred and George near.

Finally, he made his way to my mouth and I hungrily kissed back. My head arched upward trying to influence him to kiss better with my own kiss, which helped slightly, but he kept reverting back to his own "style." I could never bring myself to actually tell him he kissed badly, because I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but there were many times I was tempted.

Things were going pretty smoothly for my Percy kissing standards, when his head suddenly jerked up. I was bewildered, trying to get him to come back down to me, but he shook his head and stood up to charm his clothes into straightness.

"I forgot I wanted to talk to Professor McGonagall about this year. I'll be back later." He took the time to walk over to the mirror on the wall and fix his tie by hand.

"Well, I'll come with you then." I started to get up off the bed to join him, but he held up his hand and shook his head in his Head Boy manner.

"No, there's no need. I'll be back a little later. You just stay put. If I were you, I would get a head start on some studying. Well, good-bye love, see you in a bit." He quickly kissed me on the cheek and hurried out of the room. I heard the portrait downstairs swing open and closed.

Looking out the open door and raising an eyebrow I sighed. "Well then, it's a good thing I'm not you."

I stood up and patted my clothes out straight. I wasn't as much of a perfectionist as Percy, so I didn't care much how wrinkled they were, although I knew I would have to charm them before he got back so I wouldn't have to see his nose crinkle in distaste.

Looking around my room, I found my luggage was already neatly piled in a corner. The walls were a dark blue, and the bed was a canopy. It was some type of pure black wood, which was beautifully carved with ravens and intricate designs. The cloth draped over the top and sides was a see through metallic silver, and the bedspread was also a silver, with blue and silver pillows. The blue pillows were a velvet. The head and base board of the bed were raven wings that slightly curved around the sides, and the side of the bed that was against the wall was a giant carved head of a raven, that had one eye facing me. It looked like it was protecting the bed and watching over it.

The wardrobe was also made of the same black wood with the Ravenclaw crest that split down the middle to open the doors. The carpet was a dark blue, yet lighter than the walls. It was a much nicer room than the regular dormitory. If there was any point in being Head Girl other than to please my parents and the rest of the Clearwater bloodline, it was to have this room.

I quickly unpacked using my wand, which helped me finish in a matter of minutes. Grabbing a pair of jeans and a dark blue Weird Sisters t-shirt, I threw them on and walked downstairs with a book.

Flopping onto the sofa, a habit I knew Percy hated, I opened to my marked page and began to read. I was deeply concentrated on the story when I heard the portrait swing open. Looking up expecting Percy, my face dropped, as did my book.

Standing at the door of the common room, was no other than the new and improved Oliver Wood himself.