Title : A Wish
Rating : M
Pairing(s) : Percy/Tom & Percy/Oliver (one-sided)
Warning(s) : Mature Language, Sexual Situations, & Smut
Summary : Percy made a wish, Tom became a nightmare. Tom is brought to the future by a wish, he can't help but want to make Percy's wish come true. Here he was, abandoning Dark Magic and power to love Percy. How can he prove his love if Percy won't even open up to him. Driving the brunette mad with rejection, Tom wonders if all this is worth the prat while Percy wonders if he should have ever made that wish.
Disclaimer : I own none of the Harry Potter characters, they respectfully belong to JKR. I own the plot, at least give me credit for that.
Author's Notes : Be nice & review, please. :) I'm not following the original plot whatsoever. This is AU (because I give Tom a heart) and because there is no Voldemort. Well there is a Tom Riddle and he's changing the future so yeah, no Voldie.
Percival or Percy Weasley, fifth year Gryffindor prefect walked the dark corridors around the castle. He was making his usual rounds which were usually very boring or tiring. Most days the halls were empty except for the occasional shadow of trees and such. Some days he'll catch seventh years out of their dorms snogging on the third floor. Tonight in particular seemed like most days, where the halls were empty. The red head made his way past the library when he saw the shadow of a person, not the branches of trees. Curious and ready to catch a student out of his dorm, he made his way into the library.
Pulling out his wand he held it near his face and whispered, "Lumos."
The tip of his wand lit up like a light, casting shadows of the books and shelves nearby. He looked around the whole library and was making his way to the exit when a piece of parchment on the table near the door caught his eye. He lifted the parchment and read it :
Percy Weasley, I have my eyes on you.
He could feel the loose curls on the nape of his neck almost stand on end. He didn't like how cold the library suddenly became. Fighting a shiver he exited the library and resigned to his dormitory. Crawling into bed, he could feel eyes on him. He looked around the room, no one else in the room but him and his sleeping roommate Oliver Wood. He allowed himself to shiver this time and laid back, pulling the covers up to his chin. He swore that before he fell asleep he heard a low voice say his name. He jumped and ran over to Oliver's bed, slipping in next to the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain. Boy would he have some explaining to do in the morning.
Oliver woke up the next morning to a red headed Percy Weasley in his bed. He smiled, hoping that Percy had finally accepted his feelings after all this time and decided to show it by sleeping next to him. He shook the red head and whispered they boy's name. Percy's eyes fluttered open, piercing blue eyes meeting with hazel.
"Perce, is this your way of saying you want to marry me soon?" asked Oliver hopefully. Percy blinked at the question and sat quietly. When the question had registered through his groggy mind he smiled apologetically to Oliver and got out of the bed.
"Sorry Ollie." said Percy, stretching his stiff muscles. "I swear someone was stalking me. I heard someone say my name and you were asleep."
Oliver raised an eyebrow at this. "Someone is stalking you?"
Percy merely nodded.
"Bloke or bird?"
"Bloke."
"Did ya see 'is face?" asked the Quidditch Captain, his accent rolling off his tongue. "I'll beat the bloke if 'e be stalking ya Perce."
The red head smiled gratefully. "Thanks Ollie but I know if I find out who he is and tell you, said person won't be able to walk for a couple of days. And that on my behalf-"
"If someone is stalking ya, ya need 'er tell someone. Ya need 'er be protected."
"If I find out who it is, you definitely wouldn't be the one I'll tell to protect me." said the red head, a smile on his face. He left the room to clean up when the brunette opened his mouth to reply.
Later that night he was making his rounds with Oliver Wood, who had insisted on following the red head. Percy had almost gotten into a wrestling match with Oliver had he said no and used the body binding curse on his best friend/roommate. The two made the rounds, bickering all the while. The two walked closely together to keep warm.
"Percy." said that low voice from last night. The red head spun around abruptly, shocking the Quidditch Captain who stood next to him. Hazel eyes carefully observed the red head's face. Blue eyes looked around the empty corridor, hearing his name being called out over and over.
"Do you hear that Ollie?" asked Percy quietly, head whipping around to find the source of the voice. The red head just couldn't pinpoint where the voice was coming from. It echoed around him and filled his ears, coming from different directions.
"Hear what?" asked Oliver as he put his hands on Percy's shoulders, turning the boy to look at him. Percy didn't make any eye contact, just looked around the corridor for the voice. The voice was starting to get louder and louder. He pushed Oliver away and ran from the corridor, hoping to get as far away from the voice. It only got louder and louder, like the person was right by his ears. He spun wildly to see a shadow stepping out from one of the pillars that supported the roof. He caught a glimpse of the person : tall, pale, dark eyes, high cheek bones, short brunette hair that curled at the front. He looked young but older than Percy. The boy smiled, making the handsome features look sort of awkward.
"Percival, Percy, Perce." said the boy, voice identical to the one who had started to haunt him. The red head sucked in a breath and looked over the brunette. He wore robes with the Slytherin emblem but the robes looked a little old fashioned to be any of this years uniform.
"Who are you?" asked Percy, trying to hide the panic in his voice. "How do you know me?"
"I am addressed as Tom." said the brunette. "You made a wish. A wish to be understood and most of all, loved. Not the family love that your parents and siblings supply you with. Love that is more intimate. Isn't that what you wished for last night when you saw a shooting star?"
"Don't call me that!" growled Percy. He was never this confused and the fact that this man knew of the wishes he made had the red head wanting to pull his hair out. The brunette smirked, awkward look leaving and being replaced by a mischievous one. "I want you to stay out of my room and leave me alone. I don't know what the fuck your playing at and I want it to stop."
"Why should I Percy?" asked Tom, walking toward the red head. Percy froze at how close this stranger was. Tom lifted his hand and ran it through soft red curls. He grabbed a piece and softly curled it around his finger and tugging. Percy pushed away and gasped for breath. He hadn't known he'd been holding his breath. The brunette continued to smile.
"Perce where are ya?" came Oliver's voice, sounding worried and desperate to find his best friend. The brunette frowned upon hearing the voice while Percy visibly relaxed.
"You made a wish and I'm making it come true." said Tom. "This isn't the last time you'll see me."
With that the brunette disappeared with the shadows. Percy jumped as a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to see Oliver looking at him, hazel eyes filled with worry.
"You're looking so pale Perce." said the brunette softly. "What happened?"
"Nothing..." answered Percy.
"Well, let's get you to bed then."
"I could use some sleep. Do you mind if I sleep next to you again?" asked Percy sheepishly. Oliver smiled a goofy smile.
"I don't mind, you can sleep next to me all you want."
"Thanks Ollie, you're a good friend."
"No problem."
"Hands to yourself. No groping."
"No promises." said the brunette, eyebrows moving in a suggestive manner. "OW!"
The brunette stared in disbelief as Percy punched his arm. The red head only smiled. "Hands to yourself."
"Yeah, yeah. Keep your knickers on."
"Oh shut up."
"Prat." mumbled the brunette under his breath, getting another punch from the red head.