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"Penelope?"

Immediately my hands balled into fists and started pounding against his chest. Of course he was unfazed by it and merely held my wrists so they couldn't move.

"Jeeze, what's with you? Why are you always so hot and cold? One minute everything is wonderful and the next, you hate me again. What happened? Why are you crying?" His face bent down to mine but I closed my eyes and turned away.

"I hate you Oliver. I absolutely hate you. How could you do that to me, AGAIN? Why do you just keep lying?" I looked at his reaction, and quite honestly, it even caught me off guard.

He was completely bewildered. His face contorted and his eyes were more hurt and confused than I had ever seen them. Still, I pursued. He wasn't going to lie to me again.

"I saw you! In your room! With SUZE! Did you think I wasn't going to find out? How could you do that to me!" His jaw dropped and struggled to find words. Finally, instead of saying anything, a smile crept across his face and he let out a small laugh.

"Penelope, how could you have seen me if I'm standing right here in front of you?"

"I...well, why don't you explain that to me. No matter what you say Oliver Wood, I SAW you in that room!" He let go of my wrists and I stared up into his clear blue eyes.

"You didn't see me in that room." His hand went to stroke my face but I pulled away roughly and glared at him. He looked hurt for a moment but continued. "I'm the only one who uses that room, so sometimes I let some of the guys use it when they need...privacy. That was Tyler in that room. Pretty soon after we left you and Percy, Suze got bored with me and ended our date. Her and Tyler go back some time. He's a sixth year now. I've been in the lavatory with Dean this entire time. It seems somebody in Hogsmeade slipped him some ale, and now he's completely sick. Heh, it's actually quite funny." He looked me in the eye. "I promise you, Penelope."

"Why should I believe you?" I folded my arms and turned away. I wasn't ready to give in yet. What if he was still lying? "It's probably just another act."

"I have never acted towards you before! Where is this relationship going to go if there's no trust?"

"WHAT relationship? You slept with Suze, remember? You still expect me to be with you?"

"I NEVER slept with Suze! Why can't you believe me? Do I look like someone who just got out of bed? Do I?"

No...

"And there's no apparating in Hogwarts, so how could I have gotten here in front of you, when the portrait is over there? You know that there's only one entrance and exit to the dormitories."

He had a point. Maybe it was someone else in his room. But I saw his hair. I didn't know anyone else with hair that looked like his.

"Everything alright out here Wood?" I turned abruptly to see a boy peeking his head out of the Gryffindor portrait. He was holding a sheet around his waist and his hair was dripping with sweat. The sweat made some of his strands straight, but the parts that were dry were really quite curly. My jaw dropped and I looked back at Oliver.

He stared down straight into my eyes, a cold look of indifference on his face. "Yes, Tyler. Everything is fine."

Tyler nodded and retreated back into the room. Oliver's eyes never left mine.

I struggled for words but wasn't able to find any. What could I say? I had just accused him of cheating with my best friend and I wouldn't listen to a single word he said.

"Why am I defending myself to you? Why do I even bother trying to make you believe me? Why do I bother trying to make you love me?" He shook his head then quickly turned on his heel and started away. Before I could say anything, he turned the corner and disappeared.

I slumped against the wall and slid down, pulling my knees to my chest and burying my face in my hands. I was a horrible girlfriend. That's probably why Percy was so cold. It wasn't him, it was me. Why didn't I believe Oliver? With love came trust right?

I did love him. I know I did. My heart was just too broken to listen. I wanted to be mad at him. I wanted to be furious. I had every right to be. No, I had no right at all. I should have let him explain himself. I should have listened. Why was I always so cynical and pig-headed? Maybe I was like Percy. Maybe Oliver and I were never meant to be.

No, we were meant to be together. We were MADE to be together. The way I fit perfectly into his arms, the way his smile makes me happy, the way we're complete opposites and exactly alike. There was no better match in the world than between Oliver and I. We had to be together.

I always jump to conclusions and I always pay for them. Oliver was right. He shouldn't have to bother making me believe him. I should always believe him no matter what, because I know that he would never hurt me. I was just too afraid to be hurt. Seeing the two of them in that room, I felt like my heart had been ripped out. The feeling of heartbreak and betrayal is the worst anyone could ever experience.

He figured out before I did that I would be too stubborn to listen to him. No matter what he told me and how right he was, I wouldn't let myself be wrong. It wasn't fair to him.

Well, now it was my turn to run after him. It was my turn to be hurt for not having him. I deserved the pain.

This time, I wasn't going to let anyone step in. This time, I wasn't going to let anything keep us apart. This time, I was actually going to keep this promise to myself.

I got up and looked in the direction Oliver had gone to. I closed my eyes and in an instant known where he had gone. Quickly, I made my way in the direction he had fled to.

Slowly, I made my way up the cobblestone stairs. I could see through one of the open windows. The moon was shining full through it. There was no glass so the owls could freely fly in and out, and a cool breeze blew the hair out of my face.

I stood in the stone doorway and stared at Oliver's back. The wind blew through his hair, and the moonlight outlined his figure. His breathing was slow and he didn't move as he stared out of the window. I looked past him and saw the quidditch pitch. As usual, he was right and the view was amazing. The lake glistened in the moonlight and the stars shone brightly.

Quietly, I crept up behind him as his words echoed in my mind.

"Why do I bother trying to make you love me?"

My hands slid under his arms and across his front, holding him against me as I pressed my cheek against his back.

"Because you love me."

He didn't move. His breathing stayed steady, and he didn't give any kind of acknowledgment towards me. We stood like that for moment, our breathing becoming one.

Finally, he took one deep breath and put his hands over mine.

"Because I love you."

I felt like crying again. I buried my face into his back. Surely he could feel me smiling. He turned and held me in his arms, placing his cheek on my head. I held him close to me and breathed in his scent. I would never let him go again.

"Come and look. I wanted to show you this earlier. Do you see the pitch? Well, look just under the Gryffindor crest. See the silver glint? That's my name. I engraved it there with my wand in my second year. Nearly broke my neck trying to do it too." He described the engraving with pride. "Now, I'll always be part of the pitch."

"You're a captain that they'll remember forever. Even if your name wasn't branded on the wall." He beamed at the compliment.

Finally, I couldn't help it anymore. I pulled him down and held his face until his lips reached mine. We kissed like two lovers that had been separated all of theirs lives. In a way, we were. I held the back of his neck to be sure he wouldn't pull away. I was running out of breath but I wouldn't let myself stop.

Suddenly, my leg buckled and I began to drop away from him. Luckily, he caught me just as I was about to hit the floor.

"Heh, I guess you make me weak in the knees." I kidded, but held onto him as my leg throbbed with pain. I looked down at the blood soaked knee and winced.

"What happened to you Penelope?" Oliver asked in concern, gazing at my knee.

"Well..." I clung against him to keep from falling and he held me tight. Just as I was about to explain, someone else came into the owlery.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Ms. Head Girl and Mr. Quidditch Freak. How lovely." A smug looking boy with platinum hair and gray eyes smirked at us from the doorway. He leaned against the doorframe and folded his arms. I recognized the boy. In the last few years, I'd deducted at least 200 points from him and his friends. I looked worriedly at Oliver, but only saw him glaring intently at the boy.

"I guess you were bored with the Weasel then, huh, Ms. Head Girl? Does he know about this, or is it completely behind his back? Oh, this is great. I wish that I could be there when he finds out. If possible, make sure I'm in sight when you break it to him. I love to see Weasels cry. Trust me babe, you could have found a lot more fun in Slytherins though. Gryffindors are such pretty boys. If you're looking for some excitement, just come down to the dungeons sometime. We'll show you a good time." His smirk was beginning to disgust me.

"Shut it, Malfoy!" Oliver spit his name out as if it tasted bad in his mouth. It probably did. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't have to explain myself to you, Wood." He shot back fiercely.

That's when I stepped in. I tried to sound authoritative, ignoring the throbbing of my leg.

"No, but you do have to answer to me." I waited for his answer but he only stood staring at me. "Well?"

"You never asked a question." He replied mockingly innocent.

"Malfoy you little..."

"It's fine Oliver. He's right. Now, what are you doing here? You should be in your common room." I retained my composure. I didn't need a scene between everyone right now.

"I'm owling my father a letter." He pulled a rolled up scroll out of his folded arms. "Very urgent. He doesn't like things to be late." His eyes stayed locked on mine, his eyebrow slightly raised in smugness and annoyance.

"Fine then, send your letter and be on your way."

"Why, thank you, Mrs. Wood." Oliver almost lunged at him, but I held on to him tightly as Malfoy made his way over to a black owl. I watched him silently as he tied the letter to the bird's leg and sent it on its way. He turned back to us and brushed his hands together. "All finished."

"Ok then, back to your dormitory now. If any teachers catch you, it's your own responsibility." He made his way towards the door, taking his time, enjoying Oliver's inability to do anything while I held him back.

"Don't worry about it. Slytherins are known for their slyness." As he was nearly at the door, he took one last look at us and snorted. "Don't worry your little heads now. I'm not going to tell anyone about it. It's not scandalizing enough for anyone to really care. Why waste my time, right? Have a nice night." He strolled down the steps with his hands in his pockets. I instantly despised him. Oliver was still glaring after him once he was out of sight. I let my domineering image go and clung onto him, trying to hold myself up. He snapped back into attention and grabbed onto me again.

"What happened to you? Why are you bleeding?" He guided me over to a stool and sat me down. Carefully rolling up the leg of my pants, he examined my wound. I winced as I stared at the deep gash.

"I fell."

"Well obviously." He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and began to dab to blood around the cut. Once that was cleaned, he pressed the cloth over the gash while he reached for his wand. Murmuring a spell, he waved the wand over the cut until a silvery mist came out of the tip. The mist filled the cut, instantly cooling it. I sighed in relief. Oliver looked up at me and smiled. Soon, the gash started to grow smaller until it was completely gone. Oliver bent his head down and kissed the place where the cut had been. "All better now." He rolled down my pants again and helped me up. The pain was completely gone.

"Where did you learn to do that? We never took any classes on medical spells." He never ceased to amaze me.

"My father is a doctor." He shrugged as if it was nothing. "It's one of the things Percy is jealous of me for. It's a spell that he can't do, and I can." We both smiled, but mine soon faded as I remembered Percy.

"Oliver, I have to tell you something." He definitely wasn't going to like this.