"I would have handled it very badly," Penelope said simply. "Namely, I would have hurt you, Oliver Wood, and whomever slipped you a love potion. Not necessarily in that order." His comment about being reliant on her did not go unnoticed. Slipping off her sandals, she swung her legs up on the bed so that they were sitting next to each other. "Let's stop ending up in the hospital. Deal?" she asked, leaning her head on his shoulder.