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Oliver left with a nod and a good-bye, and it was just Percy and me again. I wouldn't say I was sad to see him leave, because it did make me pretty uncomfortable the way I was drawn to him, but there was a small pang in the corner of my heart when the portrait closed.

Percy strolled around the room, inspecting every corner, lifting up books or sheets of parchment, then finally made his way back to me.

"So did you and Oliver have a nice talk?"

Erm...just be cool Penelope. "Yes, he is very interesting once you get to know him."

"Indeed he is." He reached over to straighten out the book I had thrown onto side table. I couldn't help but roll my eyes and smile. Percy the Perfectionist.

Sitting down next to me, he reached over to place his arm around my shoulder. He grazed my breast, and in realizing so, rolled his hand into a fist as to not do it again. Leaning over in a way I assume he thought was sly, he began to kiss me. Sloppy and wet as always, and you could definitely tell he was trying to hard, but there was an innocence about his kisses and you could feel his love for me through his kisses, no matter how awkward they might be. I did love this boy. Because I knew how much he loved me. He really meant something to me with his devotion. How could you not love someone as devoted as he was? And when I had been petrified, I was told he was at my bedside every moment.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts and in his kisses, I was shocked when he jumped up suddenly. I sat there for a moment trying to comprehend what had just happened.

"You seem to be doing this to me a lot lately? Are you just trying to be a tease or so I disgust you in some way?" I mean, it was quite annoying. He can't just have me going like that then suddenly stop without any notice whatsoever. That's just not fair.

"Oh, come now, don't be silly love. We have to get down to the Great Hall for the feast. As Head Boy and Girl, we can't be late. We should actually be there already." He told me in his Head Boy tone, talking to me as if I was a student he was reprimanding. I looked up at the clock and saw we had at least 15 minutes before we should be there, and we would have still been there before the rest of the students. He was so infuriating sometimes.

I watched him as he straightened his clothes and hair with spells until he finally realized I didn't budge.

"What's the matter? You still have to change back into your robes."

"I have plenty of time." God, I was so stubborn sometimes.

"Oh come on Penelope. If you wanted to snog some more you should have told me before I straightened my robes." He thought that was why I was mad? Wait, then why was I mad? Oh yes, because he always has to be so uptight and perfect.

I still wouldn't budge. He let out a great sigh as if I was some uncooperative child. "Ok, fine, we can song a little bit longer, but you'll have to lean in and stand up, I don't want to have to go through the process of tidying my clothes up again." He leaned forward on his tippy toes and puckered his lips waiting.

He looked absolutely RIDICULOUS, and I was not about to stoop so far as to get a kiss.

"UGH! You are so INFURIATING sometimes!" I cried out and stomped up the stairs to get changed. I didn't even look back at him.

I reached me room and snatched up my uniform I had put out on the bed. Just as I was adjusting my tie, I heard a small voice call my name from the doorway.

"Penelope? Love?" I turned, still angry, to see a weak looking Percy in the doorway. He had rumpled his hair so it looked a mess, and his robes were wrinkled and thrown about around him sloppily. He had a shy smile on, and a face that absolutely said 'I'm sorry.'

I couldn't help but smile and run to his arms. For Percy Weasley to bring himself to make a mess of himself, he must love me. I ran my hand over his hair and held him close as I kissed him. I dominated the kiss this time, and I could tell he was shocked, as was I, that it was so good. It wasn't wet, not sloppy at all, just enough tongue, and I was sure the passionate love was radiating off of us.

When I pulled away, he looked shocked. I pulled his hand and led him down the stairs. I was about to push the portrait open when he pulled away. Of course he had to straighten himself out again before we left. I didn't expect him to reveal that he, Percy Weasley, was capable of looking sloppy.

We arrived at the Great Hall, and found that only one student was there before us. To my surprise, it was no other than Oliver Wood. He was seated towards the center of the Gryffindor table and was leaned over reading a book. He looked up to see us and quickly tucked the book away into his robes, smiling at us.

None of the teachers were even there yet, no I decided to walk over and say hello before finding my place at the Ravenclaw table.

"Hello Oliver, long time no see." I said as pleasantly as possible. I was determined to become friends with him.

"Hello to you Penelope, Percy. I was surprised to see you weren't here yet. I'm so used to being the first one to arrive with Percy, I just it was just force of habit to come down early." Ha! So Percy didn't want to get here early just because we were the Head's. He's ALWAYS come down here early! Percy the Perfectionist.

I looked at Percy who turned beet red, realizing I had figured him out, and he gripped my hand harder. I squeezed back, and he looked a little less embarrassed.

"So, enjoy your dinner you two. I'll see you after." I strolled away to two of my Ravenclaw friends who had just walked in. They squealed when they saw me and ran over. We took our seats, mine on the side where I could face Percy. We smiled at each other, then my friends started to talk my ear off. Mostly about their summers, asking how mine was, and how Percy was, until the sorting hat ceremony and Dumbledore's speech.

He went on about the Dementors and Sirius Black, which was all old news to me. I didn't listen especially, since I had been briefed in my letter informing me of my Head position. I just stared over at Percy, who had his eyes glued sharply on Dumbledore, and nodded slightly with everything he said. That was Percy, so serious, always the adult before it was necessary.

After a while I couldn't stand to look at his stern face anymore, and decided to let my eyes wander to everyone. They didn't get very far however, because the second the shifted, they landed on Oliver.

He sat there, not really listening either, and staring at the air towards Dumbledore's direction. He moved his lips from side to side, obviously bored. I was entranced by his every movement, till he slowly turned his head and found me staring at him. The second our eyes met, I gasped and my eyes grew wider. I wasn't sure what to do, now that he had seen me staring. He looked puzzled, but then smiled at me. His confident smile that I'm sure would have made my knees go weak if I had been standing.

I smiled back, and we made faces at each other for a while. We let out small giggles but covered our mouths. When Dumbledore finished, we both quickly snapped our heads back to the front to clap politely with the rest of the school.

The feast appeared in front of us, and we all began to eat.

"So Penelope, how's Percy been? I see you two are both the Heads this year." My friend Suze asked across from me.

"Oh, he's fine. Yes, it's great finally having our own place." I smiled slightly but both she and my other friend to my right, May, smile broadly.

"I bet." May began. "So, I see that you're taken, but what about us? We still need to find a guy. Hey, how about that Harry Potter hmm? Have either of you seen him yet? He gets better looking ever year." She and Suze both nodded and laughed loudly.

"Ew, May, that's disgusting. He's a third year." I swear, sometimes my friends were just ridiculous.

"Yeah sure, but he's accomplished more than anyone else has in this school. And in the whole wizarding world that matter." She stated matter of factly, in her high pitched voice.

"Well, my eye isn't exactly on Potter, but there is another Gryffindor who's looking pretty sweet this year." Suze started. Oh no, please don't. "That Oliver Wood sure has grown up a lot of the summer, don't you think?" Ugh, she just had to.

"Ooo, yes he has. GREAT body. I mean it always, but now its even better. And that HAIR! OO! I wish I could run my hands through it!" May and Suze both roared with laughter, but I only looked over at Oliver and Percy.

Oliver was cutting a steak, with his head bent slightly forward, nodding at whatever Percy was gibbering on about now. His nodding didn't stop, so I got the impression he wasn't really listening, but more of just making Percy feel like he could talk about anything he wanted. Oh, why Oliver Wood, do you have to be so quiet and beautiful? Why can't you be someone like...like...Marcus Flint? Rude and Hideous. Not warm, kind, gorgeous, and everything that any girl would want?

"Penelope? PENELOPE? Are you listening to us?"

"Hm? What did you say?" My attention snapped back to their conversation.

"We were just talking about Oliver Wood. Good looking huh?" Not exactly that words I would use to describe him. "I was thinking of maybe going after him. What do you think?"

What! Go after him? NO!Wait, what did I care? I have Percy after all don't I?

"Um, yeah sure, go after him. I believe he's available."

"Hm, maybe I should. HEY! Do you think you could help me out? I mean, Percy is his best friend and all. It would be so great! You can tell me everything he likes, and I can say I like it too! I'll have him by the end of the week!" Wow, sometimes Suze could be really shallow.

"Um, no Suze, I don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, Percy would probably tell Oliver, and then he would know what you were up to. You don't want that do you?" Hm, yes, this seemed logical. She would have to believe it and then I wouldn't have to help her. Ugh, I'm a horrible friend.

"Hmph. Yeah, you're right. Percy is such a prat. He would tell. Oh well, no matter, I'll just get Oliver on my own charm." She squealed again in laughter, but I was outraged.

"Don't talk about Percy that way! How dare you! That's my boyfriend!"

"Hey, don't take it so personally Penelope. It's not like I called you a prat or anything. I mean, Percy is a prat. Admit it, you probably wouldn't have gone out with him if I wasn't going out with George Weasley at the time and told you how great the Weasley's kiss." She laughed again and this time May joined.

"And we all know how wrong you were about that! I guess kissing isn't in the blood!" May mused and they both started roaring again.

That just wasn't true though! She had told me that the Weasley's kissed well, but that certainly WASN'T why I agreed to see Percy. It was because of him. He was so smart and we were perfect for each other. It just made sense for us to go out.

I was so outraged by them, I was at a loss of words. Instead I gave them both harsh glares and stood up from the table. I hadn't finished eating, but I had lost my appetite. Storming out of the Great Hall, I glanced at Percy and Oliver to see them both giving me quizzical looks. I kept on though, and slammed the tall doors behind me.

Leaning on the wall outside the doors, I buried my face in my hands and took deep breaths. Sometimes I truly did hate my friends.

I stood like that for a minute or so until I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I looked up happily expecting to see Percy. It was so sweet of him to come out of dinner to comfort me. I knew how much he enjoyed the feasts on special occasions. However, instead of seeing a pale freckled face in front of me, I saw something that took my breath away.

An mere 5 inches from my face, was a very concerned looking Oliver Wood. His blue eyes filled with fear for my well-being, he searched my face for an answer.

"Hey, are you ok? What's wrong?"

Oh boy, was he gorgeous when he was worried.