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"Look at you two! You're absolutely drenched! What happened? Why were you out in the rain?" Percy asked us from the front entrance of Honeydukes, clearly amazed with his eyes wide behind his glasses.

"We were looking for you. We weren't sure if you left the store yet, and while we were outside it started to pour. You know how crowded it is in there, you can't tell who's in there or not." I said calmly, trying to hide my lies behind a smile.

"Well, just, stay back. I don't want to get wet. I guess we should get back to the castle then, before you too both catch your deaths." His lip went up in a small, yet disgusted sneer.

I decided to take advantage of the moment and mess with him a little.

"Oh Percy." I held out my arms and moved towards him for a hug, but he quickly held up his hands and backed away, cringing.

With a look of terror on his face, he nearly whimpered, "No, no Penelope. It's quite alright. Please, don't."

I turned to Oliver and gave him a smile, but had to press my lips together tightly to keep from laughing. I knew Percy would hate if he knew I was mocking him.

"Alright then," Percy cleared his throat and pulled down on his sweater as if he were about to proclaim some great statement, "let's get a move on." He stuck his right leg straight out and marched past us all as if he were leading us into battle. In a way, he was.

Oliver and I looked at each other, then each with a smirk, we followed behind Percy in an exaggerated impression of his march. People passing by thought it was quite amusing and snickered. In return, we would give them a curt wave or a salute, pretending we held great importance.

Finally, Percy began to notice the snickers and turned to look at us. Quickly, we let our hands clasp behind our backs and made our walk normal. He gazed suspiciously at us for a moment, but then continued his guidance to the castle.

There was a cool breeze, but through my soaked clothes, it felt like ice rubbing against my skin. I wrapped my arms around myself, but it didn't seem to help. Desperately, I looked around for something to drape over myself. Soon, I started to shiver.

I looked at Percy's back and examine what he was wearing. He had on one of the sweaters his mother made all the Weasley children, with the giant P on the front. Although I had worn one before, and it was actually quite comfortable, I decided I would try to take from Percy as little as possible under the circumstances. I didn't want to lead him on, and wanted to try to discourage him from loving me anymore, although I'm sure his feelings for me were far from love.

Shaking my head, I turned away from Percy and looked around. Perhaps we would pass by a stand selling clothing. Unfortunately, we were just leaving Hogsmeade, and there were no more venders or stores anywhere. I started to bite my lip again, shaking from the breeze wiping around me.

"I told you not to do that anymore." Oliver's lips were right near my ear and his warm breath was welcomed as he whispered. Stealing a quick glance at Percy, who's back was still turned, he bent down and quickly planted his lips on mine. They met for only an instant, but in that instant, I was immediately warmed throughout my entire body.

Still, when our lips parted, the coldness swept over me again and began to shiver.

Without a word, Oliver wrapped his arm around me and began to rub my side.

"Better?"

"Yes, thank you."

Although the wind still made my skin cold, his touch warmed my insides and made me take deep breaths to contain myself. I felt like jumping on him and kissing him madly all over his face, but with Percy there, I knew I couldn't.

"You're good at that." I whispered, still gazing straight ahead.

"At what?"

"At making me feel wonderful."

We smiled at each other, and I rested my head on his shoulder. The rest of the way, we walked in silence.

When we got to the front entrance, Percy finally stopped and turned to us, but the second he laid his eyes on us, his head jerked back as if something had just flown at him. His eyes went quickly from bewildered to accusing.

I stared back at him blankly, confused at his reaction. As soon as his hands went to his hips, I realized what he was angry at. Quickly, I jerked away from Oliver.

My hands fell to my front and clasped together. I let my head fall in shame, and began to examine the tips of my sneakers. As Percy's eyes bore into me, I couldn't help but feel horrible.

Luckily, Oliver quickly stepped forward and draped his arm over Percy's shoulder.

"Heh, stop looking so accusing mate. You're gonna burn a hole through her skull. She was cold from being so wet. I was just warming her up. Of course, she didn't want you to get wet, and since I was already soaked, I just figured I would be able to warm her up. It's getting mighty cold out, don't you think? That breeze sure is a killer through these wet clothes." Oliver chuckled and rubbed his arms, trying to enforce his lies. Well, actually, it wasn't so much of a lie.

Still, Percy's eyes looked suspicious.

"I guess you were right mate, we just might catch our deaths." Oliver made the perfect statement. Telling Percy he was right was the perfect way to get out of any situation.

Immediately, his pride swelled and he went into a rant about just how right he was.

"Why, of course I'm right. I'm never wrong about these things. I know you two better almost more than you do yourselves. Remember when you were in that terrible rainstorm your third year Oliver during that quidditch match? Well, I had to stay up all night and hear you sniffling and sneezing. Drove me nuts. And you Penelope, remember when we were in the woods that time..."the heat rose in my face and Percy let out an uncomfortable cough, "yes well, I think you understand. Let's go inside. Do you two have to go to Madame Pomfrey? Ugh, I would hate to spend the night in the hospital wing, but if it's necessary...well do you?"

"No." Oliver and I quickly answered.

"Good."He hurried up the stairs in his usual rushed manner.

"Percy wait up. Why do you always have to go so fast? There's no rush today. The castle is practically empty and there's no class. Percy, wait!" At the landing of our dormitories, he finally stopped and turned to face us.

"Penelope, just because you don't have something waiting for you does not mean you should dilly-dally. A person who always knows where they want to go, and gives that impression to everyone else, is a person who succeeds. If you slouch and slack, people will see it, and they will think of everything you do that way. Always give a strong impression Penelope, at all times." His speech and his Head Boy tone of voice almost put me to sleep, since I had heard it many times before. Each time had always been as irritating as the last.

"Percy, as I told you before, and in a tone in which I know you heard me, there is nobody in the hallway with us. It is just you, Oliver and I. No one else. You do not need to set an impression for us!" Percy began to turn an angry red as I spoke to him in my most demanding Head Girl voice. After all, if he spoke to me that way, what should stop me from speaking to him that way? My anger rose with his, and I heard my voice rising. "We are not some first year students walking by you in the hall that have never seen you before. We are your closest friends and we have known far longer and better than anyone else in this school that does not have the Weasley name! Do not treat us as insolent and naive, because you know that we are far from it! You are such a pig headed, ego maniac, sorry excuse for a..." The steam was bursting from my head and I was about to say the nastiest things I had ever spoken to Percy before when I felt Oliver's fingertips gently press into the small of my back. Knowing that he wanted me to stop, I bit my tongue and took in a deep breath, the fire still burning in my eyes.

Percy was as red at the Gryffindor crest and his lips were pinched together so tightly that the entire area around his mouth turned white. His fists were pressed against his hips and balled so tightly that his knuckles were snow white and looked as if they would rip through his skin.

I knew that if there was any way to get to Percy, it was to insult him. I had gone too far, but the words were on the tip of my tongue trying to break free. For me, I had not gone far enough. For over a year I held back every bad thing I thought about Percy, and now, with Oliver behind me, I was ready to spit it all in his face, but the one person who gave me the courage to do it, was the one who urged me to stop.

I glared as Percy, glanced at Oliver out of the corner of me eye, then stormed past Percy, wanting to knock him over on his arse. I decided that I would push him as I passed, and to my delight he did stagger, but Oliver steadied him and they watched me stomp away.

Halfway to the portrait, something grabbed me and spun me around with such force, I had to let out a small scream. It was quickly muffled by lips pressed against mine so roughly and hungrily, I stood there shocked for a minute, my eyes pressed closed.

Regaining my senses, I pushed him off with as much force as I could muster, and ready myself to scream at Percy for even touching me while I was so angry. How dare he, I didn't even want to be within five feet of him, let alone have his lips on mine.

My mouth open angrily and ready to scream, my eyes focused and saw Oliver standing before me, panting and shocked.

My angry mouth soon dropped open and my head shook, trying to explain I didn't know it was him, but before I decided on any words, I dashed forward and grabbed the back of his head, my fingers running through his hair, and pulled his lips onto mine as roughly as he had. Our rough kiss soon turned softer, but still with a passionate force, and our bodies were pressing together.

I didn't care about Percy. I didn't care about anyone walking by. I didn't care what anyone would say. With Oliver's arms wrapped around me, nothing mattered.

We didn't stop until it was absolutely necessary that we take a breath. Panting, he rested his head on the top of mine again. We seemed to fit perfectly in each others arms.

"So I guess you're not mad at me then?"

"For what?"

"For stopping you from saying what I know you've wanted to say for a year."

"The only person to be mad at is Percy."

"I sent him to the Great Hall to get a snack."

"Good, I don't want to see him anyway." Just because Oliver made me feel amazing, didn't mean I wasn't still was angry at Percy.

"Come with me somewhere? Please?" He asked, letting go to look me in the eye.

"Of course. Where?"

"I know you're going to think this is stupid, but the owlery. It um...has the best view of the pitch from there."

I burst out laughing and he looked down at the floor blushing. I took his hands in mine and found his eyes.

"I'd love to go with you. You know, for someone so obsessed with quidditch, you sure are insecure about what you know." I let out another small laugh but he only smirked.

"How would like to be known as the quidditch freak?"

"How would you like to be known as the boring bookworm?"

"Touche."

"And besides...you are a quidditch freak!" I laughed again and smiled my most charming one to let him know I was joking.

"Well, you're a boring bookworm!"

"Oh, come now, do you really think I'm a boring bookworm?" I backed away slowly and let my hands slip out of his, giving him a look to follow.

"Where are you running to now?" He asked in a low, curious voice, slowly following as I started to back away faster.

"Well, follow and find out."

"Well now, that sounds like a challenge. And what happened to the owlery?"

"Follow and find out." I repeated in a seductive voice. I wasn't exactly sure where I was headed, but I knew I would think of something. I was good like that.

"If you put it that way, I guess I'm just gonna have to follow you."

I turned and started to run, hearing his feet behind me. We got about a foot past the dormitory when we heard a shrill scream from the end of the hallway.

"OLIVER WOOD! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO ME!"