Hello again. This chapter is pretty easy going, since I've been getting some negatives on the cliff-hangers. Enjoy! And remember to review!

Disclaimer: The wonderful world of Harry Potter and all it's characters do not belong to me, but to J.K. Rowling.

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That night I sat on the edge of my bed, just praying that Oliver would come that night. Luckily, I was able to avoid Percy all day. I sat away from him and took different, yet still safe, routes to class. All day, the question of whether I should tell Oliver to come tonight played in my mind. I wanted to make sure he would, but I also wanted it to be a surprise.

I was almost sure he would show up. We weren't able to be alone all day, since people were constantly around us whenever Percy wasn't. Surely he would be craving my touch as much as I was craving his.

But what if he didn't show? What if he got tired, or someone kept him busy? Even worse, what if a dementor or a teacher saw him outside? No, there would be no teachers walking the grounds, and the dementors wouldn't come that close to the school. Dumbledore would never allow it. But what if...

"Oh shut up!" To focus my mind on something else, I walked over to the tall mirror in the corner of the bedroom. Examining my clothes to the smallest detail, I made sure I absolutely liked what I saw. I wanted to look perfect tonight. I wore a ruby red button down shirt, in honor of Gryffindor. I thought that Oliver would like that. It was originally a short sleeved shirt with a collar, but with a simple spell I got rid of the sleeves and collar, and made it low cut in front. Taking it in on the sides, it fit my body to look as if I were wearing a corset.

I straightened out my black jeans and leaned in closer to check my makeup. I instantly didn't like what I saw. In all my frowning, my eyeliner had smudged and my lipstick was almost worn off.

"Oh, bloody hell." I didn't look like myself. Oliver wouldn't like this. I didn't even like it.

Instead of reaching for a tissue, I took my wand and completely got rid of all the makeup. It would just get messy anyway. If he liked me when I didn't wear anything on my face, then he would still like me without anything.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to check the room one last time. Dimming the lights a little more with my wand, I nodded. Everything was perfect. I had locked my door again with every spell I knew, warning Percy that if he walked in I would jinx him. I even sound-proofed the room as well, just to be sure.

I had worked all morning, tweeking spells and testing things out. I knew he would love it. He just had to.

Opening the window as far as it went and peering out, I went back to my bed. I sat there, simply waiting for his arrival.

Finally, I heard a soft thud at the window as his hand grasped the sill. I rushed over and helped him climb inside. My insides were bubbling with excitement. I knew he wouldn't let me down.

Reaching for behind his head, I pulled him down to me and gave him a long kiss before he could say anything. Without letting our lips part, I led him to the center of the room. Breaking away and backing up, he looked at me questioningly, a small amused smile playing at his lips.

Backing away, I slid onto my bed till I was in the middle. Sitting cross-legged with my arms resting on my knees and holding my head up, I watched him and smiled.

"Penelope, what?" He laughed softly, not sure what to do.

"Shh..." I whispered softly. "Just wait."

My eyes stared into the darkness in awe, waiting. I couldn't wait to see his reaction. His head tilted to the side, watching me curiously.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a mist start to rise from the floor. Keeping my eyes on Oliver, his head snapped in the direction of the mist. His eyes narrowed but he didn't move.

The mist separated into two different colors. At about knee height, they wrapped around each other, blue and red. After they finished winding together, it was still for a moment, then burst into a small firework of deep purple. Oliver turned his body to face the mist, watching it silently.

As the mist began to take shape, my gaze on Oliver became more intense. I watched his every move, savoring his reactions. The mist started to take an oval form, with four legs sprouting from the bottom. Soon, a head emerged, taking the shape of a sunburst. A long tail unwound from the back, flipping itself through the air. Oliver's eyes grew in amazement as he stared into the face of a full grown lion.

They seemed to examine each other, Oliver remaining still, while the Lion paced back and forth at its side of the room. Finally, the Lion stopped, directly in Oliver's path. They stared into each other's eyes, and the Lion bowed down to Oliver. Then, without warning, the Lion threw his head up into the air and let out a mighty roar. Shaking it's mane, silver and gold sparks flew everywhere, surrounding it.

Breaking into a run, it charged towards Oliver. Stunned, he had no time to move. Only feet away, the Lion leapt into the air, it's paws outstretched towards him. Oliver's mouth slightly gaped open, just as the Lion's form dissipated and turned into a Raven. It circled him once, showering him with the silver and gold sparks.

It hovered at Oliver's face, staring him in the eye, flapping its wings mightily. Then without warning, it flew straight at Oliver's chest, flying into him. He sucked in his breath and his eyes widened. His head was thrown back and his arms raised above his sides. He held his breath for a moment, then finally, he slowly let it out, the same purple mist exhaling in a small steady stream.

After a second of standing in shock, he turned to me, his eyes bewildered. A huge grin broke out on his face and he charged over to me, knocking me over on my back and laying on top of me.

"How was it?" I laughed and twirled his hair around my finger.

"Amazing! What was that? How did you do it?" His eyes were aglow, which made my heart swell.

"It's amazing, the things you can learn in a place like Hogwarts." He laughed and pressed his lips to mine. Rolling over, he layed next to me, one arm cradling me against him and the other on his chest. I turned on my side and rested my head against him, snuggling in close.

"Tell me about your life. I want to know everything. I realized that while I was flying over here, you know? I hardly know anything about you, except that you're amazing in every possible way."

Tell him about myself? What was there to know? Nothing. I probably couldn't even describe me to myself. I was nothing before I met Oliver. I would never have broken any rules, or taken any chances, or been as happy as I was at that minute.

"What do you want to know?" I asked slowly, pondering what I could possibly tell him.

"Everything! Who you grew up with, where you grew up, where you've been, where you want to go, anything and everything. Loves, complaints, anything you want to tell me. And don't hold back, you can tell me anything." He chuckled and looked towards my ceiling, waiting for me to start my autobiography.

"Well, to start off, the thing that bugs me the most in the world, even above Percy, are my parents. They hold me up like a trophy. They love Percy, not because how he treated me or how I felt about him, but because of his grades. He's the top in our year and that made him the best. It was always the best for their daughter. Best grades, best regards, best subjects. Prefect, Head Girl, and the only reason they won't be disappointed for my lack of valedictorian is because I was dating him. I'm still not quite sure how I'm going to break it to them." I wasn't really sure how Oliver would take that. I didn't want him to think my parents would hate him, but in their eyes he was definitely more than a step down from Percy.

To my surprise, all he said was, "Your parents love you."

"Yeah, sure, I know they love me. They have to. I'm their only daughter. But still, I don't think they would like me as much if I didn't get the grades I did."

"No, I don't mean it like that. I mean, they really do love you. For you. I've seen the way they look at you at school functions and at parties. They're just proud of you, that's all. So they talk about your achievements, so what? At least they take the time to notice and really care. Trust me, I know how a parent looks when they really love someone. My parents were on the rocks for a while. They finally got divorced this summer."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. They're better for it now. They were so wrapped up in their own problems, I thought that they didn't have time for me anymore. I thought that I wasn't important to them. It killed me. That's why I always pretended to be so wrapped in Quidditch all the time. I figured I need to put all of my focus somewhere else. But finally, on the day my Dad was leaving, they both broke down and told me how much they loved me and how proud they were and all that. I finally realized that no matter what, a parent still loves you. Even if you don't see it."

We were silent for a minute, both thinking about our families. I slid in closer next to him and held him tighter.

"Keep going though. I want to know more." He rubbed my arm as I continued.

"Well, my best friend has always been my aunt. She's married in on my Dad's side. She's always been really cool with the whole magic world, but she still firmly believes that all girls should experience certain things from her world. She's the one that bought me the Cons and where I learn all the muggle things from. I tell her about a bunch of magic too. She's always asking me to make her potions or put spells on her, but I always insist they won't work since she's a muggle. She takes me to movies, and concerts, and buys me all sorts of muggle things that I love." I decided not to tell him about how she begs me repeatedly to put a spell on her for the witch version of birth control.

"That sounds awesome, to have someone like that. I got interested in muggle things on my own. I walked by a shop window one day and saw the Converse, and instantly knew that I wanted them."

The rest of the night we talked about how we grew up, where and with who. Past crushes and favorite celebrities. We went from favorite food to our deepest secrets that we had never shared before.

As the stars glistened through my wide open window, I yet again fell asleep in his arms