Okay...first things first. Here's a teaser for a fic I'm working on. And yes, that's right. It's Harry Potter fanfiction. Behold ye, my geekiness.

Title: Untitled (WIP)
Series: Harry Potter
Characters: Percy Weasley, Penelope Clearwater (vaguely)
Rating: G(K) or PG(K+)...? For now...I don't think it'll get over a PG-13
Warnings: umm...?
Disclaimer: If I owned it, I wouldn't be writing FANFIC, now would I?

There was a reason he hadn't told anyone about Penny when they were dating. It just didn't fit into his character. He wasn't supposed to be the type to fall in love with another person so easily--not that he had loved Penny. No, far from it. In fact, she had been the one to ask him out. At the time he hadn't thought anything of her and turned her down. Really, he had better things to do. Study, attempt to reign in his brothers, watch his sister...

Really, he had just been making excuses then, just as he was now. Their break-up had been much like their relationship--quiet, unannounced. He was never one to make a fuss. And, of course, he was right to break up with her. He was always right. They just weren't meant for each other.
Of course, always being right did have its own downsides. Such as now, when he was wrong. It wasn't the first time, of course. It's impossible for any one person to go through life never being wrong until they reach the not quite still tender age of twenty-one. No, he had been wrong several other times before in his life--it was just something that he made sure not to make habit. But now, now made up for all of those times that he was right. Right now, at this very moment, the way he was feeling and the fact that what he had just done was very, very wrong, made up for all the times when he should have been wrong but wasn't.

It had started just under a year ago. He had been twenty for only a few weeks and he had the day off--for once. He had been in a muggle bookstore, somewhere where he could go to escape the beginnings of what was promising to be a terrible war. It was somewhere he could go to escape who he was. He had been sitting there, reading a book. It was Peter Pan, if he remembered correctly (which he did). He was completely immersed within its pages, when a small voice dragged him away from Neverland.

"Umm...excuse me?"

It was whispered, as if afraid to break the fragile paradise he had discovered within those pages. He looked up.

"Yes?"

His response had come out quite a bit sharper than he had intended. He always did lack interpersonal skills.

"Well, I didn't want to interrupt you," the speaker was a short girl in an odd, old-fashioned blouse and a full, knee-length skirt, "but I need a book for a report for school, and you're sitting right in front of it." She had blonde hair with a slight reddish hue to it. And a bonnet. Honestly, who wore a bonnet in this day and age? "So, if you could...move?" She looked to be about in her last year in school.

"Oh, yes...right."

Percy stood. She was short. Really short. Well, not so short. She really only came up to his mid-chest--but that wasn't uncommon seeing how tall he was.

"Well...you can get back to your novel now."

Wait--had she already gotten the book? She must have, there it was in her arms. But that meant that he had--

"Hello? Are you still with me?"

"Oh. Sorry. I--"

"Went off to Neverland for a bit there, did you?"

Wait--what?

"I'm sorry, what do you mean?"

"Neverland. You are reading Peter Pan aren't you?"

Her cellular phone rang before he could answer. Really, muggles had some of the most interesting inventions. Now he was sounding like his--

"Bye then, Peter," she called as she walked off, answering her phone after the sixth or so ring. "Hello? This is Liz. Who--oh! Hey!"

It only struck him after she had walked off that his name wasn't Peter.

~♥♥♥~

Okay. Do I look like I am effing twenty-four years old? Seriously. DO I LOOK 24?!?!?! Oh. My. God. Some kids are just HUGE brats and should be killed right on the spot. Geez.

/rant