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Once the room was completely filled with light, we both knew it was time to re-enter reality. Reluctantly, Oliver climbed over me and began picking up his clothes, throwing them on as he found them. No straightening charms passed through his mind as he gave me one last kiss and clutched his broomstick at the window.

"I'll see you at breakfast then," he lifted the window enough for him to climb out, but hesitated and looked at me. "You'll be alright?"

Nodding and giving him a smile, he reluctantly mounted his broom and I watched as he darted higher towards the Gryffindor tower. Now it was my turn to get up. Pulling the first thing I could find out of my wardrobe, I began undoing the charms presently mimicking fireworks against my wall.

Clutching my clothes in a ball against my chest as a shield, I slowly peeked out of my door. The hallway seemed clear, but I couldn't be sure if Percy was in the bathroom or not. The last thing I wanted was to chance walking in on him. With a last sweep of my eyes down the corridor, I made a dash for the far end. Throwing myself into the room, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it. The tiles were misted, but it was empty, which was a good sign that Percy was already up and out.

I quickly bathed and dressed, making my way back to my bedroom, assuming Percy had gone. The entire dormitory was quiet, and it was good to relax in my own living quarters. Usually my second home was more of a prison than a place to live.

I took my time leaving, enjoying not being rushed and pressured to be early. I felt refreshed and my thoughts were light, not really dwelling on any particular thing, just enjoying the familiar surroundings of Hogwarts.

Realizing that many students were staring at me as they passed, I frowned a bit, but then realized that it was at the sight of my dazed expression. I suppose they just don't know what it really feels like to be able to breathe after being restrained for so long. Laughing, I stopped at what I thought was a mirror. I wanted to turn and see my dazed reflection, but was taken aback to see that it wasn't a mirror at all.

I could have sworn as I walked I saw myself out of the corner of my eye, but instead of glass I was staring at a painting. The same painting of the crowded corridor I had seen before. I again saw the small figure in the corner with blonde hair that I could have sworn resembled me. It seemed to stand out more than the rest. There was one face that could have been Oliver's, but it was so dark that I couldn't tell. Squinting and leaning in closer I tried to define the face, remembering it to be so much more distinct the last time I had seen it.

Nothing seemed to stand out except for the blonde girl, and I even tapped the other figures, trying to get them to move. It didn't make sense for a muggle painting to be in Hogwarts. Finally standing back, my lips pursed, and I was about to move on. Before I could, another figure started to lighten. It was as if the sun from the high panes above began to grace the picture, but the rays only fell on one person. The spot was right behind the blonde, and the longer I stared, the more my eyes widened to see a mop of red hair become more defined.

When I could distinctly make out the wired frames around the eyes and the myriad of flecks upon the face, a huge wave of air filled my lungs as if I had been punched in the stomach. My gasp of pure shock sent me backwards, but I was stopped by a solid mass behind me.

Still reeling from the air choking my throat, I couldn't get out a scream before a hand clasped over my mouth and another wrapped around my body. I was dragged backwards, and the last thing I saw before being drenched in darkness was the portrait slowly dissolving away from me. A large drape fell before the tunnel opening and cut off all light. Still not being able to see my captor, I knew that this time, it wasn't Oliver.

He slammed me against the wall and pinned my upper body with the back of one arm, while grinding his legs below my waist to hold me in place. I couldn't see him, but could only feel as he roughly violated every inch of me. He didn't touch or feel, but pushed and bruised as his breath heated my neck.

I groaned in pain, only able to moan his named through gritted teeth.

"Percy..."

"Shut up!" He spat in my face, then attacked my mouth with his own. His tongue fiercely attacked mine and he remained locked until I felt as if I would pass out from lack of air. Finally he pulled back, but angrily bit my bottom lip. I winced and sucked on it, tasting blood.

As tears streamed down my face, he muttered a silencing and body binding charm. Mute and unable to move, he finally relented his crushing grip.

I could feel his breath as he whispered, "Lumos," and the flicker from his wand cast ominous shadows across his face, within an inch from my own.

"Now you'll listen. Now you're as helpless as you are worthless, you little whore."

I couldn't believe that this same place, the place where I had once before thought I would be violated, was again where I was pulled into a nightmare. This time, my eyes didn't open to the graceful sight of Oliver's lips. This time, I stared at the hideous snarl of menacing hatred.

"You think you're so clever, don't you? You think you're something special?" His voice growled and I watched his fist clench till his knuckles turned white. "Well, you're not! You are nothing!"

He backed away, mumbling under his breath, and all I could do was watch his shadow frantically pace. All I wanted was to be able to speak to him. To coax him back to sanity and console him to understanding. We weren't meant to be. We weren't in love, and we never would be. It wasn't either of our faults that this path didn't fit into the perfect life that he so desperately desired.

Suddenly, he stopped his pacing and slammed his palms to the wall on either side of my head. I trembled at the thought that he had missed my face, until I felt his fingers entwine in my hair. Clenching my teeth at the thought of him ripping locks from my flesh, to an even greater horror, I realized that he was caressing the strands.

"We could have been great, Penelope," he whispered, pressing his lips to my forehead and inhaling deeply at my roots. "We were prefect. Only, you had to stray. You couldn't just be responsible and sensible. All you cared about was getting fucked." Again, he smashed his body against mine and his hands fell from my hair to my chest, cupping my breasts. "This is what you wanted, wasn't it? Isn't it? Hm? Yeah, this is what you like now, right? I couldn't give it to you when you wanted it, so you left me? How about I give it to you now, huh?"

He grinded against me pulling my robe apart, lifting my shirt underneath till it bunched above my chest. For the first time, his hands met my bare flesh under my bra as his mouth cruised my neck, biting roughly.

"I want you to hurt," he moaned, "I want you to hurt like I hurt." His hands fell and glided over my sides. They were rough and cold against my skin, but he dug his nails into me, again moaning, "hurt!"

Tears slid down my face and I felt the droplets spread across by bare chest. I couldn't move or speak, only feel and watch as Percy burned deeper into me than any ripping of my flesh could ever accomplish.

The tips of his fingers slid below the waits of my pants, but stopped and pressed themselves in place. His relentless grinding stopped, but he collapsed against me, and I felt a new sensation of wetness on my shoulder. His body shuddered as he spoke into me, muffling his words.

"I was supposed to have you. It wasn't supposed to end up like this. I wasn't supposed to end up like this. You were mine! The only thing I ever had. You were the only thing I ever loved. Everything is always taken from me! I was never meant to be happy. I thought that you were the only thing that I had done right. I had you." His sobs broke his voice and the high pitched distraught expression I was used to from him returned. "I loved you! I love you! How could you do this to me? How could not care about me at all? I gave my heart to you and you didn't even care. I didn't matter to you! We were perfect! Perfect! You threw that away! You threw my love away and didn't care that it killed me. This...This is not what I want to be. You don't know what a broken heart truly feels like..." He trailed off and his hands slipped to the collar of my robes, gripping them and pulling me closer to him.

"You...you're...you're a...a...a bitch! You goddamned bloody bitch! I hate you now! I'll never forgive you! Never! You'll pay. I swear that you will pay, and you will know the pain that you gave me. You'll suffer for as long as I love you. And bloody hell, the pain you'll feel won't even be half as much as my love for you kills me."

His hand clenched the back of my neck and pushed my head towards him to slam my mouth against his. It wasn't so much of a kiss as a burst of fury that turned my lips red and sore. Pulling my head back to glare into it one last time, he threw me to the side, my body collapsing against the floor as he disappeared into the darkness. From down the tunnel, two sparks of faint light erupted and my body fell limp, a shrill gasp escaping from my lips.

My fingers trembled as I pushed my clothes back into place and fumbled inside my robes for my wand. It clattered to the floor and I felt around the cold tiles until my palm fell over it.

"L...l...lumos..." The tunnel slightly lit around me and I left the wand lying on the ground beside me. My hands felt over all the places Percy had touched, almost trying to erase them with my fingertips.

I felt cold, thinking over what Percy had declared. His threats didn't worry me as much as the cause for them. Could he have really loved me as much as he said? He never showed it or expressed it. His feelings never seemed to slightly even mimic what Oliver and I shared.

Or could it have been that I just didn't recognize it, because I simply just didn't love him back? I never saw the signs because I didn't care to? Was I really as cold as he thought? Could it really be that the reason behind his hatred was not jealousy or anger, but heartbreak?

I tried to imagine how I would feel if Oliver had left me, how my heart would shatter and go cold. I tried to imagine Percy's life, shadowed by his siblings and their charisma. He had his grades but they had their lives. I was probably the closest thing Percy had ever gotten to their feverous lives.

But I left him. And I had ruined the perfection that Percy strived for. And even worse, I broke his heart. Knowing now what love was, I would never want to hurt anyone, especially Percy, in such a painful way. I did care for him, even if it wasn't the same way he cared for me.

Oliver was my true love, but I didn't mean that I wasn't Percy's; At least in some way.

I let my hand fall over the light from my wand, putting it out. Sitting in the darkness, trembling from terror and sorrow, I measured the weight of a broken heart, and what those shards would bring in Percy's wrath.