I am SOOOOO sorry that this chapter took so long. My computer's been broken. Luckily, it's running again and the chapters will be coming more often again. I hope you enjoy it. Be sure to REVIEW when you're finished reading it. Thanks to everyone!

Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter does not belong to me, I'm sorry to say. It's all the creation of J. K. Rowling.

I stepped back into an aisle just across from the back exit and waited. Sure enough, Oliver came to the spot I wanted him to stand at and looked down the back aisle, not seeing me at his side. Quickly, before he could move, I pushed him roughly. Caught off guard, he stumbled and fell into the door, pushing it open and stumbling into the back ally behind the store.

Perfect.

I followed him quickly and closed the door shut tight after me. Regaining his senses, Oliver quickly straightened and started to advance towards me, his arms outstretched in question, but I spun on him abruptly and he stopped, almost taking a step back..

"Penelope, what..."

"How could you! How could you lie to me like that? How? Has everything been a lie? Everything! I thought you were sincere! But you're not! You're just horrible boy, driven by hormones and lust! Just like every other boy in this school! You're no better than any of them!" I spat out at him at the top of my lungs, the anger being met again with pain. Hot tears stung my eyes, and after a moment I let them fall, not caring anymore. I wasn't sure if they were tears of anger or heartbreak, and neither was he.

His eyes were wide and his mouth agape. He still had his arms outstretched and he didn't seem to know what to say. The wind picked up around us, making his shirt cling to his body and our hair fly. He ran his hand through his to keep it in place, but I left mine to flap madly around my face.

"Penelope, what are you talking about?" Was all he managed to say. I shook my head and bit my lip. With each second that he was confused, my anger and pain only grew.

"I'm talking about what you told me! It was all just some game you played wasn't it? You wanted to see if you could ruin your best friend's relationship and get me? What if you did, hm? Would you have taken me to bed, then just dump me? Is that all you wanted? You know, screw the bloody music career, you could go into acting, you bloody bastard! You really almost had me fooled. Good thing I saw you two. You couldn't get me, so you went after my best friend? You're just some sick demented little child aren't you? Aren't you!" I pounded my fists against his chest, but it didn't seem to hurt him at all. He firmly grasped my wrists and pulled me up against him, looking into my furious eyes. With all my might, I pulled out of his grip and backed away.

He let his arms fall and his mouth closed slightly. His eyes narrowed and he tilted his head to the side. Then slowly, he started to move towards me. I quickly turned my back to him and moved away.

"Don't touch me you bastard. You have no right." I looked over my shoulder at him again and he stopped abruptly. His lips pursed and he looked sad for a moment, then his sadness grew into anger and he started to flail his hands about and began to pace. When he talked, he stopped and screamed at my back.

"Fine! Fine then! Be that way! You have no bloody right to though, I'll tell you that. You're the one that broke my heart, remember! You were the one who left me in that room alone to run back to you precious Head Boy, who by the way, I KNOW you don't love. You gave ME up! What, was I supposed to be heartbroken forever? Was I? Tell me now, because, you know, I just hate to go against the Head Girl's wishes! Well you know what, I guess I didn't anyway, because my heart is still bloody broken! Happy now? Do you want to go back inside now? Now that you know I'm still crushed and I'm still crying inside? Does that please you, Ms. Clearwater? Yes, you hurt me, and my heart is fucking bleeding. Happy?"

HE was crushed? HIM? How dare he lie again! I saw them in the bookstore! Why was he still trying to play this disgusting game? I turned back at him and we were both leaned towards each other, fuming.

"Oh no you don't! You don't start trying to yell at me telling me how crushed you are! I saw you and Suze in the bookstore. I saw you kiss her. I saw you corner her just that same way you cornered me! Do you play that little game with all your girls? You're a bloody LIAR! You just keep on LYING!"

"How am I the liar!"

"You told me you loved me! You made me believe you loved me! YOU MADE ME LOVE YOU BACK!"

The steam still rose from me, but he suddenly stopped and stood back, his face softening. Rain started to pour on us, but neither of us moved.

"You love me?" He spoke softly.

"Don't! Don't you dare. Don't try to make me believe you still want me as badly as I thought you did, because just so you know, I haven't touched Percy since that night in any way that you've touched Suze. This whole week, I've been dying inside trying to tell you, and you go and just get with my best friend. You're a bloody coward and you're weak. You disgust me." My voice lowered but my anger didn't. The rain drenched us both, but we still didn't move.

"I never touched Suze in any way that you're thinking. In the bookstore, she stole my wallet from my pocket, and I was trying to get it back from her. She tried to kiss me, and I moved my face so she only got my cheek. When I cornered her, all I did was struggle to get my wallet back. That's all you saw. I do love you Penelope. More than you could ever know, and more than I could ever show you in this lifetime. Suze asked me to Hogsmeade. When I said yes, you and Percy were walking out of class together, and I was still so broken, I agreed. There's nothing between Suze and I, Penelope. You know that deep down." He spoke softly and slowly. I tried to remain furious at him, but his eyes told me he wasn't lying. His eyes always said it all.

We stood looking at each other, both breathing deeply from the shouting match we both had. "I meant every word I told you that night Penelope. I love you." The tears started to flow again, and before I knew it, my face was in his hands and he was kissing them away. Since the rain was still coming down, he couldn't tell what were tears and what was rain, but he just kept kissing my face.

I leaned up towards him and let him. My arms wrapped around his neck and he pushed me up against the brick wall of the store. Finally, my face still cupped in his hands, his lips lowered to mine, and for the first time, we kissed in that back ally in the soaking rain.

His lips were soft and sweet, and as his tongue danced around my mouth gracefully, my eyes snapped open and widened. As he put more pressure between us, pushing against me, the realization sunk in. With all my might, I pushed his face back, but his body still pressed against mine.

I looked at his soaked face, strands of his hair plastered to it and his eyes wide with question and alert.

"What's wrong?" He asked through panting.

"You," I said through panting as well, "you, were in my room that night. You were really there." Our eyes were both wide, but his quickly softened and a sly grin crossed his face. Without another word, he pressed his lips against mine again and his hands began to move up and down my body again.

Our clothes clung to our bodies and I could feel every curve of his back. One of my legs was between his, so I began to rub my right knee against his left leg, then wrapped my other leg around him. He moaned and lifted me so both legs wrapped around his waist and my head had to lean down to continue to kiss him.

Our kissing was passionate and hungry. We were starved for each other and we let each other know it. Our tongues danced and he nibbled slightly on my lower lip. He was firm with his kisses, but still soft in a way to make them loving and tender. We both moaned into each other, and his hands explored my body. I let him do whatever he wanted, and lifted my face away so that he eagerly attacked my neck, sucking and kissing all over. His lips went down to my collar and he nudged it slightly, but didn't go any lower as not to violate me in any way. Instead, his lips traced my skin back to my neck and kissed me in so many ways, I moaned and had to lower my head back down to feel his lips against mine again.

My fingers traced his neck, then ran through his soaked hair, something I had wanted to do for so long and was never able to with Percy.

PERCY!

My head lifted suddenly and he went back to tasting my neck, but I stuttered trying to get him to stop.

"Wait Oliver, no." He kept nibbling. "No wait. Oliver stop. Just stop for a minute. Please Oliver, come on stop." I lifted my hand from his neck and gently lifted his chin away from me. He stared into my eyes and I smiled at him, motioning for him to put me down.

Slowly, he placed my feet back on the floor, but wrapped his hands around my waist and kept me pinned against the wall.

"What is it?" He asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Percy." One word, and he lowered his eyes and let his head fall. His wet strands of hair fell limply onto my chest, and I pushed them back over his head, lifting his face to mine again.

Our eyes were both sad and troubled, but his even more so.

"What are we going to do, Oliver? He's your best friend. How could we tell him? And his studies, we can't compromise that for him. Not now. It would be too devastating for him now."

"You're right. Percy lives on a tight plan for his life, and this is definitely not part of it right now." He lowered his head so our foreheads met. "So how are we going to handle this?"

"I don't know." I bit my lip.

"Don't do that. I hate when you do that. You're lips are so pretty, it's a shame when you bite them. Instead of that, when you're nervous for now on, just put them here." He placed his lips on mine. Nothing else, just our lips touching, but it still sent tingles down my spine.

"Alright. I promise. But we still need to decide about Percy."

He let out a heavy sigh and put his forehead back on mine, as if it enabled him to think better. "Alright, this is what we'll do. We just won't tell him, for a little while. We'll keep it a secret. Besides, it's not like it's hurting him. It's actually helping him. If we tell him now, who knows what he'll do. He can't afford to let his grades slip now, not in his last year. I know it seems wrong, but it's the only way. At least for now. We'll tell him soon, when it's the right time. For now, we'll go on in public as if nothing is different. As for when we're in private..." His lips met mine again and this time his tongue moved into my mouth. He alternated between the amount of pressure he put, and before he backed away, he nibbled slightly on my lower lip.

Ohh, he was such a good kisser. Much better than Percy ever was.

I though for a moment, then decided he was right. It was the only way to deal with Percy. Just let him think that nothing was different. It would only help him in the long run. And besides, it wouldn't be forever. Just until the right time came when it would be so much of a blow to him.

"You're right. It'll just be a secret for a while."

His lips met mine again, but only for a few seconds, then he embraced me and his cheek rested on the top of my head. My arms slid around him and held him close. Rocking from side to side slightly, the rain slowed till it was just little drops tapping on our heads and shoulders, till finally it stopped and the sun came out to warm us.

Finally, this was where I truly did belong. In Oliver's arms.

To hell with 'supposed to,' and to expectations.

Finally, for once, I was following the responsibility to my heart.