Percinder

By Oblivion, the Macabress (Keromail) or Baby Illusion (Yahoo!)

Summary: A Cinderella Tale with a Twist, starring… hahahaha… Percy and Oliver… Sorry, madness has no stopping point.

Cast:

Cinderella: Percy

Stepsister er… brother #1:Fred

Stepbrother #2:George

Evil little sister:Ginny

Fairy God-Something:Ron

Fairy's Sugar Daddy:Draco

Jealous Ex of Fairy:Harry

Jealous Ex of Fairy's Ex:Hermione

The Prince:Oliver, but of course!

Evil Prince who wants Percy:Marcus

Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing but the writing itself… hmm… the imagination sure does wonders….

Percinder

Once upon a time a rich assassin married a poor widow. Bored of his life style and, though unable to admit it, his bitter loneliness, he opted to settle down with the pretty woman near the marketplace. Blinded by the man's riches, the woman immediately agreed to follow him to his large estate in the country.

Both having children of their own, they made an arrangement to have their boys attend a male boarding school nearer to town.

The assassin had two children, a little girl named Ginny and an older boy named Percy.

They were lovely, beautiful children of course, since the assassin himself was gorgeous with dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. However, the only qualities they picked up from their father were his cerulean orbs and lean body. Their deceased mother was the former stunning princess of the neighboring kingdom; her striking red hair fell in silky waves around her shoulders and waist, her gentle and passionate personality were both visible in her offspring, along with the soft, wavy red hair.

The widow has twin boys, Fred and George. Because of her hair, as bright as it was, had deep red tones; both of her boys had fierce red hair. Sons of the prettiest woman in town, they were tall, lean, and handsome. Their wit, strength, masculinity, and charming smiles had women all over swooning and fainting.

However, the initial plan was a disaster. Upon meeting Percy, who was a year or so older than her boys, the widow was immediately disgusted by how frail and innocent he was. Trying hard not to show her distaste, the woman used the summer before school to completely severe Percy's relationship with his father.

Ginny, who was motherless since she was only two, grew to adore her stepmother, easily earning the woman's trust and love. Feeling her stepmother's dislike with Percy, she too started to terrorize her brother.

And so, that brings us to the story…

"PERCY!"

Startled by the sudden shout, Percy immediately put down his mop to run upstairs.

"PERCY!"

Arriving at his little sister's door, he knocked, "What is it, Ginny?"

The door burst open, a pretty, but extremely snobbish looking girl glared at him, pointing to her dress, "How could you!"

Looking at the dress, Percy raised an eyebrow, "How could I what?"

"You ruined it! Look!" Pointing again at her dress, she wrinkled her nose, "Wrinkles! Everywhere!"

Disturbed by the noise, the door next to her room opened, a red head stuck his head out, "What is all the noise?"

Ginny faced her stepbrother, and pouted, "Look, George! Percy ruined my dress!"

George looked down at the dress, with the same expression as Percy, he looked up again, "What is it?"

"It's WRINKLED!"

Cringing at her screech, he walked out of his room, "Calm down, Ginny," he stood next to Percy, "Now look what you did, now she'll have mother behead us all…"

Still pouting, Ginny grabbed George's pants, "Do something!"

"What is all the noise?" Percy rolled his eyes at the same question.

They all looked at Fred downstairs, George smirked, "Old Percy here apparently killed Ginny's dress…"

Eager for the attention, Ginny gleefully chanted, "He did! He did!"

Not really giving a flying toot, Fred turned to go back into the living room, "You guys simply have too much time on your hands…"

George gave Percy a look, "Hey, it's your problem. So you fix it," with that comment, he walked back to his room.

Having woken up the whole household, Ginny grinned up at her brother, "Yeah, fix it!"

Glaring at Ginny, Percy knocked her back into her room and slammed the door shut, "Wear a different dress. I have other things to do."

A loud screech echoed nastily, "PERCY! FIX MY DRESS! I WANT TO WEAR THIS ONE!"

This time, an older, more sophisticated woman appeared downstairs in the lobby, "What is Merlin's name is all this noise?"

Before Percy could reply, the door slammed open, "MUM! PERCY RUINED MY DRESS!"

"Now, now, dear. Show me what's wrong."

Ginny ran downstairs and showed her stepmother her dress.

The woman tsked slightly, looking up to Percy, "How could you? This dress is worth more than your life. Go on, go buy her a new one."

Percy's eyes widened, "What?"

"Do you have a hearing problem. Get down here this instant!"

Rolling his eyes, Percy descended the stairs.

When he finally stood in front of her, she smirked, "Don't act all snobbish to me, you selfish brat," Percy resisted the urge to comment, she continued, "Now, go buy your sister a new dress."

Ginny grinned, "Really mum?"

The woman smiled, "Of course dear, anything for the princess," she glanced up at Percy wickedly, "Yes… anything, since you're the princess, Percy's going to buy the dress with his own money."

Percy gaped, "What!" He didn't have a job, and the only money he had was what his father had left him before he left to finish off some nosy adviser two kingdom's away. A dress that Ginny would want would completely engulf everything, including his own savings!

Ginny cheered, "Oh thank you mum!"

For a moment, Percy looked at his sister, pausing to wonder where his gentle sister was.

Ginny stopped her cheering to give her brother a nasty look, "Let's go. I want to have my dress now!"

Fred walked back into the room, a book in his hand, he gave Ginny a disapproving look, "You really are a spoiled little thing aren't you?"

Ginny, unfazed by the insult, held up her chin high, unaware of the fact that her stepbrother was not impressed, "Of course!"

Disgusted, Fred patted Percy on the back, "I feel for you. Having such a little tyrant of a sister, blood related too!"

Percy looked up slightly, the twins were steadily growing taller, and now, Percy was barely even tall enough to reach their chin. Fred noticed, he smiled teasingly, "Oh older brother, you really must stop drinking those coffees! Or you'll never go past 6 foot!"

Not amused, Percy grabbed Ginny by the neck non-too-gently, "I'm quite fine with my height, thanks." He was a reasonable height, Percy mused, 5'8" isn't short! Secure now, Percy dragged his sister out the door.

Fred shook his head and went up stairs. George greeted him as he passed his door, "So, what's happened?"

"Percy has to buy her a new dress."

"But nothing was wrong with it."

"I know. She's such a brat. Don't know what mother sees in her."

"It's probably because she is a her."

Fred smirked at the comment, "Quite right there George."

"You know, do you reckon Percy will kill her?"

Fred chuckled, "Are you kidding? He couldn't harm a fly! I saw him feeding the mice the other day; did you know he saved them from the mouse traps?"

George shook his head, "He is one weird man."

Unfortunately, Fred and George don't understand the fact that they are quite woo-hoo themselves.

Broke and unhappy, Percy walked into the house after Ginny. She was still complaining about her new dress. She had wanted a grand white gown, with pearls embroidered on the waist, but Percy couldn't afford it. So she had to pick a more simple, white gown. She made a face, "This dress is sooo ugly!"

Percy, now angry, "You're the one who picked it!"

"Well, I don't like it!"

"Then give me my money back!"

Ginny ignored him, running up to her room and slamming the door.

Percy marched up to his forgotten mop and picked it up, his face pulled up in a furious scowl, "What a bitch!"

"Excuse me?"

Startled, Percy faced the speaker, "Father! When did you get back?"

The assassin raised an eyebrow, "Just a few hours ago, where were you two?"

Percy sighed, "Nowhere important. How was your trip?"

"It went well; I didn't even break a sweat. He saw my sword and had heart failure. Fell right over."

Percy gasped, "Is he all right?"

The man looked at his son oddly, "No. He's dead."

Percy's eyes widened, "Did you try to save him?"

"No, Percy. I wanted him dead."

"Father, can't you find a better job?"

The assassin shook his head in mirth, "You remind me so much of your mother."

Percy scowled again, "What's so funny?"

Suddenly his stepmother came in, her eyes narrowed, "What is it that I hear about his mother?"

The assassin gave the woman a look, "I said he reminded me of her."

She looked disgusted, "Him? He's lucky if he reminds me of the neighbor's hellhound."

The man looked at her sharply, "Mind yourself, woman."

She stopped abruptly, smiling nervously, she didn't realize she had said it aloud, "Oh, I mean, I love him sure, but he really should find better things to wear."

Percy glared at her, his clothes were plain and brown, "Well, I would, mother, if someone would stop using up all my money."

The man looked at his wife, "What?"

She looked nervous still, "I… ah…" she suddenly brightened, draping herself onto the man, "Oh, it was dreadful, dear! Percy had ruined Ginny dress, and she was all tearful about it! So it was only right if he bought her a new one!"

The assassin massaged his forehead, "Now, Percy…"
Knowing she had won, the woman smirked at Percy, unseen by his father.

Percy gaped.

"You really should stop that, Ginny is your little sister after all."

"But father!"

"Don't talk back to me. Now go up to your room."

Percy dropped the mop and ran up the stairs, going into his room, he closed the door.

Percy leaned against the frame, sliding down until he was sitting, "Father. I didn't ruin it… She told me to clean it, so I did. It was her fault for crumbling it up and sticking it into a corner! It was a little bit wrinkled…"

Percy would never have the nerve to say those things to his father's face, but he still had to say it to someone. Glancing at the cage next to the door, Percy smiled softly at the mice inside, "How are you guys doing?"

The mice just squeaked.

Sitting in the carriage with the twins, Percy sighed. Today was the first day of school…

Fred relaxed against the seat as he spoke, "Did you know that the Prince goes to this school?"

"Really?"

"Sure, he's an upperclassman. He's the Quidditch team Captain."

Percy looked at his stepbrother, "Quidditch?"

George waved him off, "It's a sport, you wouldn't care for it."

Offended, Percy glared at him, "And who said I wouldn't?"

Fred looked him, "Percy, admit it, you'd rather read a bunch of books than have to get all sweaty over a game."

Percy sighed, "Whatever."

It was a private school near town, called Hogwarts. Sounds rather disgusting, but it was supposedly the best school. Only the rich could be enrolled.

Arriving at the entrance, the boys got off the carriage. Looking up at the castle like structure, their eyes followed the students walking in and out, all clad in the same uniform they were wearing.

Percy fidgeted, "I don't feel right here."

Fred slapped him hard on the back, "You'll be fine."

Percy rubbed his shoulder warily, feeling a bruise coming, "Sure…"

They watched as a large, magnificent carriage moved to take the vacant spot behind them. Two white stallions paused to let the occupant off.

They took a few steps back when they saw a handsome boy jump out. He was tall, broad-shouldered and… Percy blushed, extremely good looking.

Fred nudged Percy's rib, "I wouldn't let them see that."
Percy covered his face, George cackled.

The newcomer looked at them, his deep light brown eyes slowly settling on Percy. The stranger smiled, and gave him a nod in greeting.

Percy shyly nodded in return as the stranger moved passed them to the entrance.

George nudged him, "Like I said, you wouldn't be very into Quidditch."

Fred slapped his twin hard onto the head, "Shut up, let's go."

Prince Oliver smiled charmingly at the other students, the females squealing in delight, the males returning it with friendly smiles.

The first day of school was always like this. He shook his head, smiling, what a world.

His smile widened when he thought back to the red head he had seen on his way into the school.

Beautiful…

Oliver entered his first class, taking a seat in the front.

His eyes glazed over in thought.

After a few moments of blankness, a confused boy stumbled in.

He looked up, it was the redhead.

Pleased, and not believing his luck, Oliver waved to him, "Hey! Over here."

The redhead looked at him carefully, Oliver smiled again.

Moving slowly towards the seat next to Oliver the redhead smiled softly.

As if on cue (Author: hmm…:cough, cough:) someone knocked into him, and ran to sit right next to the handsome brunette.

The girl smiled dreamily at Oliver, before looking at Percy, her fake smile made him flinch, "Oh, sorry, did I take your seat?"

Percy shook his head.

She smirked, her nose wrinkling, "Good." She abruptly ignored him and started flirting, Oliver just forced a smile.

Percy shook his head, and moved to sit near the back.

Oliver looked after him.

Percy squinted his eyes, trying to see the teacher's visual presentation. His hand rapidly taking down notes on a worn scroll.

Many of the other students yawned sleepily, including the boy next to him.

Percy snuck an annoyed glance to his right as a snore interrupted the lecture. The teacher looked at the sleeping beauty.

Percy sat back and tapped the boy on the shoulder.

Dark green eyes snapped open and glared at him from under black bangs.

(NOTE: Don't bother, I know he doesn't look like this. Bite me! AHH! Okay, okay, don't bite me!)

Percy's eyes widened, immediately turning away.

The boy chuckled, looking at the teacher, "I apologize, I'm a little tired."

The teacher shook her head and continued.

He looked at Percy, who had returned to taking notes, he continued to stare until Percy's back stiffened.

The boy leaned over and tapped Percy on the shoulder.

Percy paused, and looked at him.

The boy smiled.

Percy, guarded, nodded suspiciously in return.

The boy leaned over, his smile charming, "I'm Marcus."

"Percy."

Marcus nodded, his smile not faltering, "You new?"

Percy nodded, trying to concentrate on the lecture.

Marcus nodded, leaning back against the wall. No longer tired.

Oliver looked over his shoulder, trying to see the redhead.

When he finally found him, Oliver scowled.
Marcus Flint?

Oliver's eyes narrowed. The boy was leaning against the wall, his eyes glued to the redhead…

"And that concludes my lecture for today… pay extra close attention to the people out in the marketplaces. They are the best to observe. Dismissed."

The class thinned quickly. Leaving only Oliver, Marcus, and Percy.

Percy stood up, gathering his things, quickly shoving them into his bag.

Marcus stood up leaning against his desk, "So, Percy… where did you come from?"

Oliver stood up as well, his eyebrows raising, Percy? Was that his name?

"I'm from the country…"

Marcus smiled, leaning in close, "I'm Prince Marcus Flint of the Slytherin kingdom… so I'm quite adjusted…"
Percy looked at him in awe.

"If you need any help getting around, it would be my pleasure…"

Percy shivered involuntarily by the remark, but whether it was in disgust or appreciation, only he knows.

Someone walked up to him, Marcus shot the newcomer a deadly look.

"Hello, I'm Oliver Wood."

Percy turned quickly to regard the boy, his eyes widening, Oliver Wood? The handsome boy was the Prince of his Kingdom? Percy blushed, "Your… your highness…."

Oliver smiled, "Oliver's just fine… you're name is…"

"P-Percy…"

Marcus snorted, Oliver smirked at him, happy that the redhead was completely stumped by his presence.

Percy quickly excused himself, running as quickly as he could out the door.

Oliver's eyebrow twitched, "What were you doing talking to him, Flint?"

Marcus chuckled, "Picking him up, of course. He's just my type you know."

Oliver glared at him, "Stay away."

"Why? I met him first. Besides… if he truly wanted me to stay away, he would have told me."

Marcus looked at Oliver up and down, "Hey… what do you say… we have a bet?"

Oliver's glare softened, his smirk returning, "What are you suggesting?"

Marcus smiled.

TBC….

BAM! And I end the chapter hahahahaha, I'm a little nuts, so you have to excuse me . I hope you liked it! Please review! Pleeeeease!