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Suddenly aware of my appearance, I stood up and straightened out my clothes slightly. I combed through my blonde hair with my fingers, and clasped my hands behind my back.

I started out looking at the floor, then slowly lifted my eyes to Oliver, who was still standing at the entrance. He looked at my in a puzzled way, and seemed slightly embarrassed, but overall, he looked unfazed. Little did he know how hard my heart my thumping.

"Erm, sorry for just walking in like that. I didn't know you would be on the couch or anything. Uh, Percy said I could stop by and grab a book I wanted to borrow. He gave me the password. I, uh, I'll leave if you want. I could just come back later..." he started to turn to leave, but I jump forward quickly and held my hand out.

"NO! I mean, um, you don't have to leave. You can go get the book. Up the stairs the first door on the right. That's Percy's room. He hasn't unpacked yet though. Go ahead."

"Ok, thanks." He started up the stairs without so much as glancing at me again, but I had my eyes glued on him the entire time until he was out of view.

Once he was gone, I felt like smacking myself.

You have a boyfriend.

I bent down to pick up my book and found the page I was on. I placed the bookmark back in and tossed it onto the side table. I sat back on the couch waiting for Oliver to come back down.

After several minutes, I finally heard his footsteps on the stairway. He emerged from the stairs and his eyes went directly to me. His hands were still in his pocket.

"I couldn't find it. I'll just have to wait till he unpacks. I didn't want to go through his things." That was considerate. "So, I guess I'll just come back around later. Thanks, Penelope."

He started towards the door, but he was much too intriguing to let him leave when I had him all alone. I wanted to know exactly what had happened to him over the summer.

"Well you know, you could just wait here until Percy comes back. I'm sure he won't be much longer."

He looked around the room then back at me. "I don't want to be in your way or anything. You probably want to get back to your reading." However, he didn't move towards the door, but stood there staring intently at me.

"No, no really. I'd much rather have someone to talk to. Books are great, but not when you have the opportunity to have actual human interaction." I giggled a little and he laughed. He had a nice laugh. It was smooth and easy. Percy's laughs were always short and almost strained.

"I know exactly what you mean." He flopped on the couch in a similar manner to how I usually do, and I sat across from him on the love seat. "I see you cut you hair. It looks really nice like that." My hands went straight to my hair. Over the summer I had but it chin length with layers and swept bangs. I saw a muggle picture of it, and although the girl had brown hair, it still looked good on my blonde hair. "So, how was your summer?"

"So-so, nothing really exciting. I'm sure yours would be more interesting. I spent a lot of time with Percy, but mostly he just wanted to get head starts on this years classes. Not much fun really. But at least I was able to spend time with him."

"What? You, no fun getting head starts on classes? I'm astonished Ms. Clearwater." He laughed again and I had to smile.

"Actually, I don't really like studying when I can get out of it. It's really my parents that I do it for. The absolutely love Percy. They wish more of him would rub off on me. Actually, that's exactly what I'm afraid of, him rubbing off on me. I don't want to be a study freak like him. I mean, I love him and all, it's just, sometimes he doesn't know how to just lay back and relax."

"Yeah I know what you mean." He stretched and put his hands behind his head. "Percy is my best mate and all, but sometimes I wish he would relax. He's not a very good quidditch partner. Always trying to hard and not letting it come naturally. But that's him, and that's what I accept him for. Wouldn't trade him for anything." I really liked talking to him. Finally, someone I could talk about Percy with who actually understands him. And at the same time, even if it wasn't about Percy, I was sure I could talk to him about anything at all. He just had that type of personality. With Percy, all it's ever about is studying and school. With Oliver, I could already tell he was different. I had never taken the time before to talk to him. There was never any real time to, although he was with me and Percy occasionally, he was quiet and tried to give us as much privacy as he could.

"So how exactly did you and Percy become friends? You seem so different." I had to ask him. He didn't seem like someone to become best friends with someone like Percy, although I'm sure he could be friends with anyone if he really wanted to.

"Well, to tell you the truth, I didn't like Percy all that much to start off with. He was just some book worm, and I was Oliver, Gryffindor quidditch player, popular guy in Hogwarts, everybody's best friend. But Percy and I were the only two Gryffindor boys in our year, so of course we spent plenty of time together, and after a while, we just sort of connected. I don't know, I guess you know how it just happens. You start to realize that the other guy isn't so bad after all. Just sort of get along."

"I see. I guess I can understand. It's just, I don't know, I would never in a million years think of you two as friends if I didn't know you both personally."

He laughed his smooth laugh again. I almost melted, but remembered Percy and stayed solid. I've known Oliver Wood for most of my life, and a new hair cut and great body will not change my feelings, even if I am finding out he's in fact a great guy.

"So you said you were everybody's best friend, and even though you always say 'hi' to a lot of people, I never actually see you with anyone other than Percy. Why is that now?" Oh Merlin, now I'm making this sound like an interrogation.

Even though I wish I could take back the way I had asked the last question, he didn't seem to notice and answered without hesitation. He stared up at the ceiling with his hands still behind his head and stretched over the couch. "Well, after a year or so, I just got tired of the whole 'popular' scene. You know, being with everyone, knowing everyone, hanging out with everyone. I mean, it's great having a lot of friends, and I am still friends with them all, but I really couldn't find anyone who I could connect with. No one I really cared to share an in-depth conversation with. So, I kinda drifted away and kept to myself. I got tired of talking about gibberish and decided I would just occupy myself with my own thoughts. People just assumed I was always concentrating on my next move for quidditch. You're actually the first person I've had a real conversation with in a while that I've actually enjoyed." He looked over at me and stared intently into my eyes. "I like it."

We stayed like that for what seemed forever, just gazing into each others eyes. I felt my face soften and smooth the stressed wrinkles in my forehead, and a smile played on both our lips. I felt compelled to him, drawn to him even, with the thought of Percy way in the back of my mind. I could have stayed like that forever.

I didn't even notice the portrait open until I felt a pair of cold hands on my shoulders and a sloppy kiss placed on my neck. I shivered and looked up to see Percy smiling, then back to Oliver to see he had already stood up and had his hands pockets.

"Oy mate, I couldn't find that book. Think you can help me?"

"Sure thing." Percy kissed me again and headed up the stairs to help Oliver. My gaze stayed with them, and this time Oliver turned back right before going up the stairs and gave me a smile that could have made my heart dance.

Oh Oliver Wood, you are going to make some girl very happy one day.