Percy's Prefect // Percy Weasley

Chapter Forty : Overthinking It All

A/n: I've gotta say, even though this chapter took me a bit longer to write than expected, I'm so happy with the way it turned out!

Hope you guys enjoy xx

Percy's POV:

I groaned, head falling back onto the pillow while mentally cursing myself out. Idiot, idiot, idiot! Why the hell would you do that?! Kiss her hand, are you mad?? No wonder she looked so uncomfortable, she couldn't even look you in the bloody eye! Stupid, stupid, stupid!

"My Merlin, I can practically feel you hating yourself right now." Oliver said, leaning on his elbows to sit up, still half asleep. I must have woken him up with my not-so-silent pillow screaming.

"I'm not, I'm fine." I mumbled, hoping he'd take the hint and go back to sleep. Maybe that way I could figure out a way to apologize to Y/n tomorrow.

"No, you're not. You have the same weird look on your face from when you where at the Winter Ball. It's weird man, cut it out." He countered.

Callum groaned. "This is about Y/n again, isn't it?"

"What? No!"

"Dude, just ask her out! God you are so oblivious."

"I am. not. She doesn't see me like that."

"Dear spirits." Oliver whined, throwing his face back into his pillow at my apparent stupidity.

"You're right, Oliver, he really is an idiot."

"Will the both of you cut it out? I'm not being stupid or oblivious, Y/n doesn't see me that way. It couldn't be more obvious!"

"Look man," Callum began, "do you want to know why she forgave you so easily - and after everything?"

I opened my mouth to answer, but he just continued. "Because she likes you, you idiot! I've been friends with Y/n for long enough to know she's not quick to forgive. One time, she wouldn't talk to me for a week because I said one of her favourite books was 'just fine'."

"Or when I gave her pumpkin juice thinking it was normal orange juice - you best bet I was her mortal enemy for the next month." Oliver added.

"A month? Man, you got off easy."

"Okay, guys this isn't really helping things!" I said, slowly beginning to panic again.

"Why are you freaking out? It's not like you kissed her."

"How would you know?" I quickly became defensive.

"Well, for starters, if you had you'd be smiling alot more than normal and you'd be acting all weird and friendly."

Ouch.

"I can be friendly!" I argued.

"To who? The only person, other than Y/n, that I've seen you be genuinely nice to is Ginny and she's your sister."

I groaned again. "You guys are so unhelpful."

"You betcha!" Oliver grinned, his head falling back onto his pillow. He was quick to fall asleep, and began snoring within minutes.

Callum grumbled something under his breath, which I assumed where Muggle curse words thrown at me and Oliver, before eventually falling asleep himself.

Now left with nothing but my own thoughts, I slowly began to slowly drift away.

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Y/n's POV:

I groaned unhappily, slumping out of bed and quickly placed my slippers on my cold feet before I got frost bite. My mornings where normally spent half asleep, waiting for my head to catch up with me once I'd taken a shower. So when I did, it hit me.