It is a dark night; it looks as though it is painted by black ink. Most of the students are in a drowsy and an uncomfortable sleep, for all around them horror reigns. Muggle-borns are being petrified by a mysterious enemy, and ignorance fills everyone’s mind.

Despite all the stillness and silence, one girl is awake; she is roaming the corridors with an old black diary in her arms. Clueless, she passes an empty classroom and freezes in shock.

“Merlin’s beard!” Ginny whispers in horror at the scene before her.

In front of her, two beings are kissing. The male, her brother, seems reluctant, almost disgusted. The female, Penelope Clearwater, looks desperate and hard working; her hand pushes Percy’s head closer, desperate to deepen the kiss. As they pant, Ginny looks in awe at them. The young redhead girl starts to walk slowly backwards.

Thump!

She stumbles and falls back. Percy jumps and stares at Ginny with horror, “Ginny?”

Blushing, Ginny mumbles an apology and runs away. To Percy, things couldn’t get any worse. He gazes at his sister as she runs quickly, and suddenly he sees him. Things have just gotten worse. Oliver frowns, and pearly tears escape from his eyes. His lips tremble, and he walks away. Percy runs after him.

“Percy! Percy!” Penelope calls, but he can no longer hear her. He is deafened by his fear, concern and love for Oliver Wood.

Oliver mumbles the password to the Gryffindor common room, and walks in quickly. The redhead runs after him till they are safe in their room. “Oliver, please!” Percy whispers, “listen to me!”

Oliver sits on his bed and calms himself down. Percy sits next to him, and gently starts to caress Oliver’s back. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles. Oliver nods silently. Percy leans over to Oliver and kisses him softly, trying to get a rise out of him and attempt to gain his forgiveness.

The kisses soon get more demanding. Percy starts to unbutton Oliver’s shirt.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five buttons; he’s almost there. However, Oliver’s hand stops him. “No, Percy. We can’t go on like this! You have to make a choice. You have to choose either me or Penelope,” Oliver says. He pushes Percy away and closes the curtains around his bed.

Splash…

Splash…

Splash…

Splash

With jauntiness and grace, Percy Weasley walks toward the muddy Quidditch field. The sun is shinning brightly, and birds are soaring in the sky. Yes, today is the day he finally lives his life to its full potential. He is fully aware of the odd looks being shot by surrounding students, especially his brothers Fred and George. He hears them whispering, “Why is Percy Weasley walking towards the Quidditch field?”

In the past, he fussed a lot about what people thought of him; if today was any day in the past, Percy would probably in the library. But, today is different. “Hey, Percy, are you going to play some Quidditch?” Fred snorts. Or is this George?

Shrug.

It does not matter.

He glares at the younger redhead and resumes his walk. Of his family’s thoughts of him, he no longer thinks and ponders. Always, he is the perfect one. But, what would happen if they find out that he is not perfect? What if they find out that he is human; with flaws, fears, and insecurities? Today he will find out.

With determination, he walks towards the Quidditch pitch, where Oliver Wood stands. He walks towards his friend --his lover--. Oliver’s words still ring in his mind. Percy, we can’t go on like this! Choose either me or Penelope.

Percy steps towards Oliver and clears his throat. “Here, I thought you may want to get a copy of the preparatory notes for the NEWTS.” Percy hands Oliver a handful of parchments. Their fingers touch, and he bites his lip.

They are both roommates, he could have given him the parchments in their room. But, when one falls in love, one yearns for his lover. And, this, exactly, is what is happening to the third eldest Weasley.

A blush slowly sneaks across his face as he watches the gorgeous Quidditch captain smile flirtatiously. “Thank you, Percy. I really need them,” he grins.

They both smile at each other, and their love becomes more and more evident. Oliver’s soft lips curve up sweetly as Percy says goodbye. The Quidditch captain slowly begins to walk away from the redhead. “Wait…” Percy grabs Oliver by the elbow, causing the athletic boy to crash against his body.

He looks up at Percy and grins. Percy grins back, a scene that almost no one in Hogwarts has ever witnessed. The redhead suddenly steadies Oliver by the chin and looks at him intently. Then, they both lean in and allow their lips to meet. “I made my choice, Oliver,” Percy smiles.

The sky starts to darken as the young redhead sits on his bed. The French book which he reads is about a young French man, like him, who wrote three simple words of desire, “Je veux vivre” I want to live.

He smiles and whispers, “I am living now.” Suddenly, the book is shut by a pair of thin hands. He raises an eyebrow at Oliver inquiringly.

Oliver raises both eyebrows, “You don’t know that the Prefect’s bathroom is finally empty?” Percy grins and drags Oliver towards the Prefect’s bathroom.