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A light graced my eyes, and they blinked open. Looking around the room, I remembered last night. How did he get away so fast? I looked at my bed. The blanket was twisted and wasn't over me anymore. Had it even been over me at all? I licked my lips, trying to find his taste, but they were dry and I didn't taste anything at all. My robes were still on, but they were all askew, tightly wrapped around me.
I hated falling asleep in my clothes. Still, I searched for some clue I wasn't alone last night. Remembering the breeze, I sat up in bed and turned to look at the window. It was open about and inch, definitely not enough for someone to get through. He could have close it behind him, but he wouldn't dare go out again at night with the Dementors lurking around the ground. Besides, he would have to get his broom to be able to reach my tower window. Surely he wouldn't go all the way to the quidditch shed at the pitch to get it. Not after what happened already there. He wouldn't take the chance.
Of course he had the password, but...no, he couldn't have been here.
I don't know what would have made me feel more guilty. Admitting to myself I had actually dreamed of him sneaking to my room, or the if he had actually been here.
Of course though, it was a dream. There was no way he was here. Letting out a sigh and falling back to my bed, I threw my arms over my face.
How could I do that to Percy? I couldn't control my dreams, but if he was in my dreams, then obviously I was thinking of him more than Percy. He was even on my subconscious. I don't think that Percy had ever made his way into my dreams throughout these past years, but after one night, Oliver snuck into mine.
I decided not to let Percy get the satisfaction of waking me, so I got up myself, gathered things for the bathroom, and opened my door. I wasn't shocked to see him already standing at my doorway, his hand lifted ready to knock. His mouth was even open in what I assumed was his preparation to yell my name.
I didn't say anything, but nodded and moved past him. Trudging down the hall to the bathroom, I didn't look back. The bathroom was large. Not quite as big as the Prefect bathroom, but then again, this was only for two people. There was a shower all the way at the end, and a bathtub in the wall on the side. There were little bottles lined up along the edge in all colors. I couldn't wait to take my first soak. I needed it, but right now all I had time for was a shower. I walked past the sink, hung up my towel and turned the nobs.
Taking my wand out, I mumbled my own special spell that scented the water. My signature scent, I suppose. After almost two years, and a lot of failures and mishaps, I finally got the right combination that concocted a scent of wildflowers, a spring breeze, and a hint of sweetness, probably from fresh honey or a back corner of Honeydukes.
When I was done, I left the bathroom in only a towel. I forgot to grab my robes, but I didn't like to dress while I was still damp anyway. Percy was about to leave his room, but seeing me in my towel widened his eyes and he jumped back into his room slamming the door shut. Even in his fast escape, I could already see him turn bright red.
"If we're going to live together, you're going to have to get used to seeing things occasionally Percy!" I yelled through his door. I knew that would get him even more embarrassed and smiled to myself.
Returning to my room, I threw on my clothes and straightened them out in the mirror. By hand, I might add. I don't need spells to look neat. I'm not that much of a perfectionist. Running my hands through my hair, I shrugged into the mirror, and left the room.
I knocked on Percy's door and it opened instantly.
"Where you just waiting for me with you hand on the doorknob?" I asked half jokingly.
"Something like that." He took my hand and started down the stairs.
"What's your rush? We're not late."
"I don't want Oliver to get there before us again. I'll never hear the end of it." Rushing out the portrait, I didn't even have time to tie my shoe.
Of course, one way or another, I knew that I would be hearing about Oliver again. There was just no escaping it.
Just my luck.
Of course, we were there before Oliver, and anyone else for that matter. In fact, it was another 5 minutes before Oliver even arrived, and another 3 minutes before the first few teachers appeared. We met Oliver by the doors, and I expected it to be a little uncomfortable, but at least Percy would keep up the conversation.
"Oh look, Professor McGonagall. I want to talk to her before classes start today. I'll see you after breakfast." Percy gave me a quick peck on the cheek as my eyes widened and he left.
Before I could protest, it was just Oliver and I. We looked at each other, looked away, then back at each other. I glanced at my watch, which told me we still had another 5 minutes before students started to arrive.
"Penelope, about last night..." He started but I really didn't feel like going into it again. I had enough heartbreak to last me at the very least till winter break.
"It's alright Oliver. Really. I understand, we can just be friends. I wouldn't want anything to come between you, Percy, or me. I want us all to be friends." I basically repeated what I had been trying to convince myself all night.
He looked shocked, but I just let my eyes lower to the ground. I couldn't look at him or I might have started to cry.
"Well, ok then. I'm going to go sit down. I'll see you later." I allowed our eyes to meet, and I gave him a weak smile that immediately turned to biting my lower lip to keep from letting out a sob. He looked back three times on his way to a seat towards the center of his table. Each time, I nodded at him with that same weak smile with me biting my lip, almost encouraging him to go on. I wanted so bad for him to turn back and sweep me up into his arms, but I knew that wasn't what was meant for us.
He was going to find some gorgeous girl that would wait on his hand and foot, and I would be with Percy. With Percy, where everyone knew I should be.
May, Suze and I all sat at our table, and sadly we were right in the view of Oliver, again with us facing each other. I decided not to look at him. I ate in silence, and just nibbled on some toast.
Of course, May and Suze just had to keep on talking about Oliver. Just my luck. There was just no escaping him. I decided not to listen to that either. I didn't want to think about him, and I especially didn't want the memory of that dream again.
"Oh no! He's leaving!" Suze squealed in disappointment. I glanced up to see Oliver walking out of the hall, hands in pockets and leaned back, as if there were no bad thoughts running through his mind. He looked completely carefree.
Looking back at my plate, I tuned out may and Suze again. The entire meal was spent in the isolation of my own mind.
The last few students left from breakfast, and finally Percy permitted us to leave. I knew that it wasn't our duty to stay for breakfast or lunch, only for dinner, but of course Percy insisted.
"It's our responsibility. Responsibility is key to being a good Head, and of course, successful in life." He told me matter-of-factly. I didn't argue. It wouldn't get me anywhere. I was just thankful to get back to our rooms.
Our schedules were on the table in our common room. Almost all classes were with Gryffindor. Percy was quite pleased that we would be together for most of the day. I gave him a weak smile, something I was growing accustomed to, and excused myself. Groaning, I headed up to my room to get ready.
There was absolutely no escaping Oliver Wood.