short blurb about Percy being demisexual and my headcanons that he has mental health struggles

Percy POV

The first time I begin to fall for Penelope, it's spring of 1992. 

Penny has almost exhausted herself sending me hints, but I barely reciprocated. I find myself thinking about her often, and then seeing her in my dreams. 

The moment comes fast, much too fast. A slow trickle, a slow stream, and then suddenly I'm plunging over a waterfall. Penelope is in my dreams, in all my waking thoughts, and I'm helpless to the current. 

Words fill my diary, some nonsensical, most full of love-infected whimsy. Strange feelings I never entertained before crowd my head. I hide them, lest the twins and Ron and Ginny find out. 

Timidly, I approach Bill and Charlie one day when they are visiting. "Is it supposed to take you a long time to fall in love?"

Charlie shrugs. "I've never been in love, I wouldn't know."

Bill answers, smiling kindly as I sit down beside him. "It can sometimes. For some, it takes a while. There's nothing wrong with you, Percy."

I breathe a sigh of relief. From then on, it's easy sailing. Penny and I meet up in secret, even going to a picnic on my birthday. I get trashed on wine, laughing my arse off, flat on my back. Penny think it's adorable. 

The day Penny becomes Penelope again is the day I'm sent a letter. A break-up letter. I'm sorry, Percy, I'm cheating on you. 

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The first time I begin to see Oliver Wood differently, it's in the dormitory. Oliver has his shirt off, whistling as he folds his socks. I can't help but look, admiring his arms. Damn, Quidditch does a body well. I can't keep my eyes off him, much to my embarrassment and his amusement. "Admiring me, Weasley?"

I watch him during practices when he doesn't think I'm looking, pretending I'm there for the twins. Really, I have every excuse. Why, Mum told me to watch them!

Oliver and I grew close over the last year, even forming a friendship with Penny. I'm still holding her hand and kissing her in broom closets and in secret in my bed, even as I begin dreaming of Oliver and can't stop staring at him. Why is he suddenly so fascinating? Why is he so...bright?

Penny and I's relationship begins to fall apart. I try my best to ignore the crippling anxiety, the way I can barely sleep, the way my thoughts spin relentlessly. My temper is shorter than ever, even worse than the beginning of seventh year.