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The rain was pouring by the time I left the changing room. It could have been the mud forcing me to take wider steps, but I felt a spring in my step. Practically the entire way I danced rather than walked. The rain lapping against the castle and grass was merely my symphony.

Even through the chill that filled the air, I felt warm from the inside out. Nothing could wipe the happiness from my thoughts. After all, my thoughts were mostly about Oliver. I even hummed as I raced up the front steps of the castle. Nothing could bring me down from the high I was experiencing.

I skipped into the common room for the first time in weeks without feeling dread or fear. Oliver was like a blanket of comfort floating around me, his promise to see him tonight keeping it snug about me. I lightly pushed my bedroom door behind me without my usual ritual of locking charms.

Still humming, I walked to my wardrobe to search for an outfit for tonight. Everything had to be perfect; as perfect as if it were the first time all over again. I knew that today would be imprinted in my mind forever, but I wanted the night to be just as permanent in my thoughts as well.

I still felt Oliver's arms wrapped around me, and when I closed my eyes I could still feel the shower tapping against us. It sent shivers down my back while inside I felt as warm as a mug of butterbeer. Surely this was what love was. What love really was. Feeling as though the person was still with you even when you're apart, and craving the moment when you really are together again. The mutual longing just to set eyes on each other; to have a warmth spread throughout you whether being pressed up against each other or to merely have their fingertips graze your arm. This had to be real love, the love that you search all your life for. What did I do to deserve that love to catch me in it's arms while my back was turned? Perhaps love truly was blind. But it didn't happen to find you by chance; you were the one to find it when you weren't even looking.

I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice the breeze flow through my room from the window to the softly creaking door. I probably wouldn't have noticed at all if the gust hadn't raised the hairs on the back of my neck. The shivers down my spine changed from tingles of excitement to pricks of dread. I didn't want to turn, but the instinctive reflex took over my mind and before I knew it I was staring into a dead face with burning eyes.

"Percy! What are you doing in my room?" I held a shirt against my chest as if he had caught me naked. The way his eyes pierced through me made me feel as if he did.

"I'm not in your room, darling." His icy voice made my blood run cold. He held the door so tightly his knuckles became white. Slowly, he stepped into the room and closed the door behind him with an ever so soft click. "Now, I'm in your room."

I cursed myself for not setting the locks. He was probably waiting weeks for a time when I would forget and he could get in without using magic.

"Get out. Now! You have no right to be in here." My mind quickly scanned all possible routes to escape. Within a second I came up with nothing.

"Right? Right? You want to bring up what's right? You want to talk about what's right?" His voice remained completely level and took a step closer, but I held my ground. I wasn't about to be bullied by him anymore. A steel rod grew in my back.

"I know exactly what is right, Percy Weasley. I want you out. Now go." My fury rose as he remained in my room without any signs of retreating.

"My dearest Penelope," he took a step closer, "Darling, Penelope." His eyes softened and his face relaxed. The way his eyes glazed over and his head cocked to the side, it was as if he was reliving some moment of the past.

"I'm not yours anymore, Percy. You have to leave." Still, he kept coming closer. Everything suddenly turned bright and shapes began to blur as if sirens were blinding my senses. I knew alarms were going off inside my body to do something quickly. I just didn't know what I could possibly do or what Percy had in mind.

"Penelope, you will always belong to me. There's no one else who can possibly match you as well as I. Everyone knows it. Everyone is shocked that we're not together at the moment. If everyone in this school feels that we should be together, don't you think it's meant to be?"

"Not everyone thinks we belong together, Percy. Not everyone."

Suddenly he stopped coming towards me. His eyes came back into focus and the burning rushed back into his eyes. "Of course not everyone. There's someone that doesn't want us to be together, isn't there? Or maybe more than just one. I know you've been a little tramp these past few weeks we haven't been together. I know, Penelope. I see it in your eyes. I know you better than anyone. Better than anyone, Penelope! You can't hide it from me."

At that he rushed forward and before I even realized he had moved he was gripping my arm roughly, practically pulling my body up and towards him. The shock at his rage and his fingers digging into my flesh kept me from even crying out. My mouth just hung open as my eyes widened with terror.

His face was right in front of mine as he spat his next words. I could feel his breath on my skin and it felt like fire. "Maybe I should just take you now. Is that what you would want, you little whore? Hm? Is that why you left me? So you could run around and get laid by anyone who would take you? Is that right, Penelope? How many dark halls have you lifted your skirt in? You're a worthless tramp, aren't you? I respected you. I left you alone. Now I should just take you like the rest did and get it over with. Is that what you would want? Would you come back to me then?"

"Shut your filthy mouth you bastard! You take back every lie you just spit!" His grip on my arm tightened but I didn't allow myself to wince. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"How do you let them have you? Do you tell them you want it hard like a whore? Because you are a whore. You're a filthy whore and you know it. It's burning you inside. Did you sleep around even when we were a couple? You did, didn't you? Every time you went off alone on one of your 'walks' you were probably meeting some asshole against a tree or behind a curtain. Yeah, that's right, that's what you were doing."

With each crazed sentence he became more furious, as if I were answering yes to everything he said. Deep down he probably even believed what he was saying. Every time he made a stabbing accusation my teeth would clench and my anger rose just as his. I tried to break free of his grip but it was ironclad, as if I wasn't struggling at all.

"You're crazy, Percy. Let me go. You've gone insane. You let me go right now and take back everything you've said. You know it isn't true you filthy liar! Stop! Let go now!" He ignored me and began to shake me roughly.

"You liked it didn't you? Running around, sleeping around, going behind my back! You enjoyed it knowing that you were hurting me! You wanted to hurt me! You did it on purpose!"

"I never meant to hurt you, Percy!" I screamed at him as my arm began to go numb. Suddenly, I realized what I had said. My fear rose as my anger diminished, anticipating his reaction.

He stopped shaking me then, but his grip remained. He stared straight into my eyes, his jaw clenched, his chin flinching.

He began slow and softly, "You did cheat on me. You admit it," then suddenly his rage burst again and he howled into my face so fiercely my eyes closed and my head snapped backwards. "You WHORE! You admit it! You did cheat on me! You TRAMP! TRAMP!"

In between I tried helplessly to take back what I had said; To somehow reason with him.

"No, Percy. No. I never cheated on you. I didn't sleep with anyone. I swear it! Percy, please! You're hurting me!" My cries were feeble against his fury, although I shouted at the top of my lungs. It terrified me to think that all dormitory walls were soundproof. If he killed me now, no one would have heard my screams.

"How many? How many you whore? Ten! Twenty probably! Even more! You slut! SLUT! I bet you haven't even done it in a bed yet. You filthy slut. You've had to do it on the sly, sneaking around. You probably spread your legs against a wall every time, or you pressed your back on some cold floor. Whore! I'll just take my share. I'll have my turn now! Right now!"

He shoved me towards the bed and I fell back roughly, bouncing back up slightly. Before I had time to think, he was already on top of me, his legs on either side, pinning me down. His hands held my arms down to the bed as he glared into my face.

"I was with you for nearly two years! Two years! For WHAT? Nothing! I never slept with you once! And meanwhile you were gallivanting with every boy in Hogwarts! I want what's rightfully mine! Mine! I've earned it!" His yells made the bed shake.

I was completely horrified. Was he really going to rape me? He couldn't. This was Percy. The boy who barely kissed me on the cheek in private without blushing. Percy Weasley. The red haired child who nearly had a heart attack when he asked me out. But now he was crazed. He had changed. Now his was cursing me out and pushing me onto a bed. Now he was terrifying.

"Please, Percy, no. Don't do this! Stop! Please! Stop!" Tears ran down my face and my throat went hoarse. Still, I couldn't match his shouting.

"I'll fuck you now like the whore you are! You deserve it! I deserve it! I deserve to fuck you after putting up with you! How do you tell all your other boys to do it? Hm? Do they kiss you first?" His mouth began to cover my face. His tongue shot down my throat and I gagged, but he wouldn't relent. Then he made his way down my neck, biting at my shoulder.

My cries were futile, no one could hear me. I stopped yelling and just sobbed. I'd plead with him when I could find the breath but he kept working his mouth around my neck and face, biting at the collar of my shirt. Buttons snapped and the top of my shirt came undone, exposing my breasts to him.

"Is that the way they do it? It is, you whore? Do you like it like this? Do you tell them you want it this way?"

Suddenly, every moment of our relationship shot before my eyes. The moment he awkwardly asked me to Hogsmeade. The first time he held my hand. The first time I met his family and he proudly introduced me. The first time he reviewed my homework and told me it was rubbish. The first time he put me down in front of teachers to make himself look better. The first time he scolded me for trying to be playful with him. The first time he made me feel inadequate next to him. From our first kiss to our last. And suddenly, I realized how much of my life and happiness I had wasted on him. I realized that he disgusted me in every way possible, and that from the second I had said yes to him to this very second upon this very bed he had made my life miserable. And finally, I realized that I was no longer going to stand for him ruling over my life and my happiness. My life was named my own for a reason. And he had no right to ruin it. Not then, not now, and not ever. He was never going to scar me again.

With all my strength that I had subdued within the past two years I let out a cry of rage and shoved against his weight. He stopped his screaming and he began to topple to the side. When I was free enough to scramble out from under him, I leaped to the floor and made my way ferociously to my night table. Grabbing my wand, I pointed at his chest as he lay stunned on the bed.

"Never again, Percy Weasley." I whispered in a raspy voice, tears stinging my eyes.

"You bitch." He growled and began to lift himself towards me. I quickly jabbed my wand towards him and he stopped.

"I will curse you now and smile as they drag me into Azkaban if you so much as twitch a finger my way," I began slowly, "If you ever again dare to try and harm me, I will ruin you. I will find away to see that you fail in life and never become the acclaimed wizard you so damned desire to be. You will never see the light of fame or glory that you swear has been fucking awaiting you since birth if you again interfere in my life. Don't touch me. Don't stalk me. Don't dare scream at me. You no longer have any power over me and I will not be frightened of you, because I no longer give a damn about you or what happens to me if I were to kill you now." My voice was so eerily flat and monotonous that it even alarmed me. My body quivered and my jaw was tight, but I kept my wand pointed at his chest as he breathed heavily and glared at me.

I took a step back with my wand still ready and made a path for him to the door. He slowly rose, his eyes still locked on mine and filled with fire. Slowly he turned and backed to the door as to keep our eyes met. As he gripped the handle, he stopped and took a sharp breath, barring his teeth.

"You may think you've gained strength, Penelope, but this isn't over." With that he slammed the door shut behind him and was gone.

I stood strong and stared after him, but after moments of a blank mind, I collapsed to the floor with uncontrollable sobs. I rocked myself and cried until my eyes hurt and my throat was too sore to let out another sound.

There was no stopping him. He was out of anyone's control. Something had really broken within him. Now he was a monster. Now we were truly in trouble. He would take down the one thing I wanted more than anything.

At that thought, my window slid open and through it came Oliver. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at me crumpled and clutching myself. As he rushed towards me, everything started to fade and my mind went black. The last thing I remembered was him catching me before I fell against the floor.