A/n: I finally decided to write a Percy/Oliver fic.go me. *Waves invisible Percy and Oliver Together Forever flags* I also got Percy is dead sexy flags, cuz he is.

Warnings: Ron is evil. This has slash of the Percy/Oliver variety and the Harry/Draco type. I may be adding more slash pairings in later chapters

Disclaimer: I don't own them, no matter how many times I try to kidnap them.

Percy stared down at his clasped hands. HE didn't know why he was where he was, but he had a good idea. It had something to do with his traitor of a brother. Why else would the death eaters not kill him as they had killed every one else in the building at the time? 'They were under Ron's orders not to harm me', Percy thought to himself. HE looked up as the door to his room, no cell, if you wanted to be truthful creaked open.

It was someone he knew and cared about. Someone who they had never thought would turn dark, especially considering whom he had been friends with. Actually, everyone had thought that it would have been Percy turning dark because of his ambitions to be the youngest Minister of Magic ever.

Finally, Percy spoke, " Hello, Ron, how are you doing today." Percy could feel the hysteria bubbling p in his chest. 'I can't believe I'm talking to that traitor, and that I sound so calm.'

"I see you decided to be sensible about this Percy." Ron replied. Percy still couldn't believe himself. HE was talking calmly to the man who had just killed his best friend, Penelope, and several of his employs.

"I have a proposition for you," Ron said. "You can either join me and my squad, or you can die. You will be giving a day to think this over." "Oh, I wouldn't try escaping either. There are anti-apparition charms all around this building, and even if you do get out of the building, you'll have to get past some cockatrices and other creatures.

With that last remark, Ron left the room, but not before taking Percy's wand.

Percy looked around the cell for the first time. There was a small bed, and a fireplace, the table, and the chair he was sitting on. He stood-up and than searched the room for any means of escape. He walked over to the small window, but he would never be able to fit through it.

Percy sighed, than spoke aloud, "The only way I'm going to get out of here is if I can get my wand back from that bloody prat, or someone from the order rescues me soon."