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We took seats in the back row in the corner. Oliver sat in the corner seat and I sat next to him. This class was only select students, so it was mixed with all four houses. Still, the seats didn't fill up completely.

"So Penelope, we're just friends right?" He asked me, staring straight ahead in an unemotional voice. He asked me it as if he were talking about the weather.

"Um...well, yes. Yes, we're just friends. Why?" I searched his face, wondering if I had said the right thing. I suppose I did, because he turned and looked at me with a broad smile.

"Good. Just making sure." He turned again to face straight, waiting for Professor Flitwick to arrive. After 5 seconds, his broad smile faded to a deep frown.

"So, this class should be interesting, don't you think? I still can't believe Percy already took the course. I had no idea. I would have thought Percy would brag about it non-stop." I chuckled a little. I couldn't stand a moments silence between us, knowing that if I let it happen, bad thoughts would come to mind.

"Yeah well, he probably did brag non-stop about it, it was probably just another one of the things we tuned out. Well, I'm just assuming that you tune him out sometimes as well. I mean, I've seen you sometimes when he talks. I do the same. It's really the only thing we can do about him." We both laughed.

I guess he has looked at me then.

Percy was always a safe topic. It reminded me that Percy was my boyfriend, and I didn't think about Oliver as anything other than a friend. Of course, that meant that my stupid mind had to go in another direction and get off the topic of Percy.

"I guess it'll be hard for you this year since you can't go out to the pitch every night, huh?" Ugh, I just had to bring up the pitch didn't I?

It didn't seem to faze him. He just shrugged and leaned back in his chair. "Eh, I'll live. I'm sure I'll find other things to occupy my time with. Also, I have the nightly visits from you and Percy to look forward to."

"Actually, it's only going to be one of us at a time. We decided to split the duties and alternate dormitories each night because he doesn't think we finish fast enough. So we'll see each other every other night." Oliver nodded and contemplated the situation in his mind.

"Well, that's good then. If you only have two houses to visit, we can spend more time together and become better friends. Who knows, someday when you and Percy are married, I can visit your house and we can all be just like the old friends you read about in books. Maybe even your kids will know me as 'Uncle Oliver'." He smiled but soon realized what he said and the smile faded. He turned away, but his face lit up brilliantly and he turned back to me excited. "Hey I almost for something."

He quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out that same piece of parchment from Transfiguration. I had forgotten all about it but my interest was instantly sparked again and I tried to see what it was. He wouldn't let me though and turned his back to block my view. Deciding not to look like a nosy witch, I sat back in my chair and waited.

Taking out his wand, he whispered a spell I couldn't quite hear and tapped the paper. He turned to me again with a luminous smile. "Here, I drew this during Transfiguration. I want you to have it. A gift from a friend to a friend." He handed my the parchment proudly, then leaned back in his seat to watch my reaction.

I smiled back at him in gratitude and examined the paper. The second I set my eyes on it, it took my breath away.

He had drawn the quidditch pitch. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought he was sitting right on the pitch sketching a portrait. Of course, he probably had the view of the pitch implanted in his mind more vivid than any other memory.

The picture was drawn with the view of the seats we sat in the night before. It had the castle and lake in the background. It wasn't any ordinary drawing, but was charmed to move as if a scene was taking place. A quidditch match was occurring at the moment. I could see tiny figures of people moving in the stands. The quidditch teams soared through the sky and whizzed by in the picture. I could tell that the teams were Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. At one point, a player I could immediately identify as Oliver came into the center of the page and threw the quaffle. Once it was out of his hands, he turned, smiled broadly, waved, and left the picture. After he left, a score at the bottom of the page appeared: Gryffindor 50, Ravenclaw 50. Then the sequence would repeat itself. It was definitely the most amazing gift anyone had ever given me.

I turned back to Oliver, and my reaction must have pleased him because his face shined with happiness.

"Oliver, you're incredibly talented. I'm jealous." I told him through my smile, but he just shrugged and shook his head.

"It's something I do on the side. I've never given one to anyone before. I'm just glad you like it. The look on your face is something I will cherish forever." He laughed again and I couldn't stop thanking him. I set the picture on top of my books and just stared at it until Professor Flitwick arrived. Still, I couldn't bring myself to put it away, so I just kept it next to my books during class.

I found Oliver very refreshing to sit next to. Whenever the class got too boring, he would make sly remarks that would make me smile and giggle. It was much better than sitting next to Percy who would quietly reprimand you if you so much as looked bored.

After class, I tucked the drawing into the front cover of my book so it wouldn't get torn. Meeting up with Percy by the dungeons, we all entered the Great Hall together. This time, parting with Oliver wasn't a heart-wrenching experience. We waved good-bye just the way friends would.

Of course the topic of conversation was on Oliver again with my friends. This time I joined in and encourage Suze, instead of pretending she was talking about some other guy.

"Well, there's a Hogsmeade trip this weekend. Just ask him if he wants to spend time with you." I suggested, biting into my roll. For some reason, the Great Hall seemed brighter than it did during breakfast.

"Hm, maybe I should. I don't want to look desperate though. He didn't really seem like he was too interested today after Transfiguration. He kept looking past me. It was actually kind of annoying." Suze pouted and let out a sigh.

"Don't worry about it Suze. I'm sure he'll become interested. No one has ever said no to you before." May was hurry to try to cheer her up.

"Yeah well, Oliver is much more mature than the other guys I've gone after. He might not see me the same way. I wish I was more mature like him. Maybe if I acted more like you, Penelope, he would like me more!" I choked on my roll and coughed it down, hitting my chest with my fist.

"Are you alright?" May asked, patting me on the back. I ignored her and stared at Suze, still slightly coughing.

"Excuse me? What makes you think he likes me?"

"Haha, not like that silly. I mean, he respects you. You're smart and mature. Maybe I should act like you." She nodded to herself, then looked up at me for assurance.

"No Suze. You should be yourself. He would respect that even more. You shouldn't have to change for him. Besides, you can't be someone else forever. It wouldn't be fair to yourself." It was completely ridiculous to change yourself to be with someone.

"Well, no offense Penelope, but you kinda changed a little for Percy. I mean, you're more serious now. Anyway, maybe I should do what you did. Just change a little bit to fit in with him more. That wouldn't be totally horrible would it?"

I looked over at Oliver who sensed my eyes on him. His head snapped up and looked right at me. We smiled, then turned back to our friends. I looked at Suze, who looked so troubled. She really did like Oliver. I guess it wouldn't be so bad for her to change a little. I mean, I had changed a little for Percy.

"I guess that's fine Suze. Go for it. You can even hang out with us at Hogsmeade and get to know him more." That made her perk up, and she spent the rest of the time chatting away about how great Hogsmeade was going to be with Oliver.

While she talked, I snuck another peek at the picture Oliver had drawn. It would be great to have us all be friends. Maybe Suze would even become friends with Percy. Although I wanted that more than anything at the moment, I couldn't help but wondering, was I really ready to give Oliver up? But then again, he wasn't mine to give away. Perhaps if the world was different, he would be. But right now, the words 'Penelope and Oliver' would remain under the 'Friends' column.