Percinder

By Oblivion, the Macabress (Keromail), BabyIllusionBL6/DomesticTooTChild (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…

Onward, to Part Two!

Percinder: Chapter Two
By Oblivion, the Macabress (DTooTC)

George glanced at the door, his left eye twitching with irritation.

The knocking didn't cease.

Turning slightly red, George turned around in his chair, jerking his book forward, and promptly leaned towards it to continue reading.

The knocks became more incessant, growing louder… and louder… soon enough, the door was rattling on its hinges.

Growling, George threw the book across the room and stomped towards his source of annoyance.

Throwing the door back, he shouted, "WHAT DO YOU WANT!"

Two messengers, obviously from two different senders, stood facing the door, and it seems George had interrupted some sort of disagreement among the two. One was clad in a deep red tunic and dark gold pants, and the other was in a hunter green tunic with dark gray leggings.

Abruptly, they both straightened their backs, opening their mouths to present their messages:

"Sir, I would like to present to you-"

"My Lord, I hereby-"

They both stopped, exchanging glares.

Eyes widening as smoke started to emit itself between the two, George cleared his throat. They both shot him a look, raising an eyebrow.

Pissed off still, but now confused, George shifted his weight to one foot, "What are you two doing at my front door?"

Before they could say anything, he raised a hand, "No, wait. You," he pointed to the one is red and gold, "Speak first."

Smirking in victory, the messenger proudly presented a rolled up scroll, a neat red and gold ribbon was tied neatly to hold it in place, "This, my Lord, is a message sent to Lord Percy Weasley, from the Prince himself."

Taken aback, George nodded slowly, gently taking the offered item, "The Prince? Prince Oliver Wood?"

"Yes, my Lord."

Nodding again, he turned to put it on the pedestal next to the door, "Do you, by any chance, know what the message is about?"

"I'm afraid not, my Lord."

"All right, then. Thank you."

The messenger left.

Having forgotten the other messenger, George took a step back to close the door, a hand stopped it, "Sir. My message?"

Jumping a little, George shook his head to clear it, "Oh, yes… um… your message."

The servant bowed, "Sir, I have come from the Slytherin Kingdom. I bear a message from our Prince Marcus. This too, is to Lord Percy Weasley."

Not as startled, though still confused and a tad bit surprised, George took the scroll; it looked the same as the other, only this one was held by a thin strip of solid green velvet.

The messenger left.

Shaking his head again, George silently walked up the stairs, passing Ginny's door, past his own, and moved to knock on Fred's door.

No one answered.

Knocking harder, George shifted the scrolls into one hand, "Fred. Open the door."

A muffled "go away" answered him.

"Come on. Open up, I need you to look at this."

A few moments later, the door cracked open, a pair of blue eyes peeked out, groggy from sleep, "What is it, you git?"

Dazed, but not dazed enough to be nice, George plowed into the room, bouncing his twin back a few feet. He made himself comfortable on a soft armchair next to the bed as the door slid shut.

Fred ran a hand through his hair and walked over, "What is it?"

George held up the scrolls, "Two Princes, one from Gryffindor, the other from Slytherin, have taken the time to write our dear Percival messages. Now, tell me, does that not seem odd to you?"

Fred shrugged, "Odd, yes, but I don't see what it has to do with you waking me up."

George narrowed his eyes, "Percy is a bookworm, what would two Quidditch players, PRINCES, want with him?"

"I don't know, what do those say?"

George blinked, "What do you mean?"

Rolling his eyes, Fred took one, untied it, and let it unroll, glancing down, he read silently.

Without waiting, George did the same to the other.

After a few minutes, two scrolls hit the floor, and two redheads stormed out of Fred's room, stumbling down the stairs, and ran out the front door.

…sfs…

Percy smiled at the merchant as the man handed him back his change, "Thank you so much, Mr. Fruhak."

"So polite, young Lord, you are the only one I see around here that do their own shopping."

Percy smiled again, "What better way then to spend one's time?"

The merchant was cut off as two boys, Percy's brothers he remembered, grabbed their older brother roughly and dragged him back the way they came.

Shaking his head, the merchant began polishing the rest of his apples.

"What… where… stop!" Percy tried to twist his arm away from them but was unable to, with no leverage on the ground, he was stuck. The twins were taller, and they had lifted him high enough that his feet dangled.

Finally reaching their home, the two continued their journey up the stairs and back into Fred's room, throwing Percy onto the bed.

Not even out of breath, George picked up the scrolls, "Percy! What have you been doing?"

Percy just looked at them in confusion.

Fred showed Percy one of the scrolls, "Going about making friends, have we? Or should I say… boyfriends?"

Percy gaped, "I beg your pardon?"

George sat down roughly next to him, holding both ends of his scroll, bringing it up close to Percy, "Read this."

Percy skimmed down the message, they both watched as his eyes grew larger. Soon, both scrolls were snatched from their hands.

Fred crossed his arms, "Now, what is this all about?"

Percy looked at the two messages weakly, "I… I don't know…."

Both messages invited Percy, or rather "My Beautiful Percy" to their respective birthday balls (Note: Don't even THINK about laughing, it's a weird sentence, I know).

Both were held on the same date, at the same time. Both giving him weird pet names, and all in all, too-friendly.

George sighed, "Look, I know these look tempting, but you have no idea what it is that they want from you."

Fred nodded, "Prince Oliver is quite the handsome boy, if I do say so myself. I've heard he is a charmer too. Nice, friendly… but that Marcus Flint guy, no one from the Slytherin kingdom can be trusted…"

Percy gave them a look, "What makes you think I'm even considering these invitations?"

George smirked, "Come on, we saw that look on your face when the Prince got off his carriage. Marcus Flint isn't bad looking either, better yet, they are both physically fit and they both have high educations. As far as we are concerned, you are going to die at their feet."

Percy looked insulted, "I am not that easy, you know. I have my standards."

"And those are?"

Percy wrinkled his nose, "Why would I tell you two!"

"Just tell us."

"No."

Fred looked at George, his face saddening, "Oh George, Percy doesn't trust us. He probably gets turned on by abusive men, and large, long coc-"

"SHUT UP! My man will be sweet and loving, I care not of what he looks."

Fred smirked.

Percy closed his mouth, his face turning red, "That's not fair, you tricked me…"

"So you are into men, eh, Percy? Not that I'm surprised, really."

"Now, about theses Princes. Besides from the looks, they are extremely rich and powerful… their brains aren't bad at all either," Fred trailed off.

George continued, "You know, Fred, if these were sent to you, who would you pick?"

Fred shrugged, "Depends, whose sister's hotter?"

Percy sighed, "You guys are hopeless."

"Not as hopeless as you. You do not that you have to choose one, right?"

Percy shook his head, "Why would I?"

"First of all, these are from Princes, if that somehow slipped your mind, and if you, their Sweet, Beautiful Percy, is to refuse. What do you think will happen?"

Fred held out a finger, "One, they could send another messenger, and bother you until… Merlin knows when…"

George leaned forward, "Two, if you were to choose one and not the other, this may turn into something bloody…"

"Three, you would be STUPID if you didn't go to one."

"And lastly, Oliver and Marcus hate each other. This is definitely a problem. You, my dear brother, are screwed."

"More than screwed."

Percy held his head, trying to stop it from spinning as the twins took turns, "How… this is bad."

"Yes, it is."

Percy stood up, pacing, "What… what if… I can't go to both! I'm only one person!"

George calmly took his arm, leading him to the door, giving him the two scrolls. Once at the door, they both said simultaneously, "Well, it's your problem, so… you fix it!"

And he was shoved out the door.

Percy gasped, stopping himself from toppling over the railing that would end him for sure. Warily, he went to his room, locking the door.

A massive headache made his head visibly throb, and his eyes began to tear from the pain itself, and the realization of his situation.

"What am I going to do… oh… what… this is horrible… no one's going to help me… no one can help me!" He was now kneeling next to his bed, his arms folded on top, his head buried between them as he sobbed. (Note: Abrupt. I know…)

A few pops sounded behind him, but he didn't move until a gentle hand tapped him on the shoulder.

Sniffing, he slowly looked up…

His eyes widened, his mouth opening before he even processed the red-haired boy floating behind him, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Cringing, the boy held his ears, "STOP!"

Percy's screaming suddenly muted. Scared now, Percy tried to scream even louder, no sound came.

The floating boy drifted down until he was standing on the floor, he smirked, "Now, if you would, please stop screaming, since it isn't doing any good anyway, and I'll lift the silencing spell."

Percy stopped, gasping, still no sound.

The boy pointed at him and suddenly the sound of harsh breathing could be heard, Percy stared at him, "What… are you?"

The boy grinned, smoothing his red hair, "I, am Ron," he held out his hand, "Nice to finally meet you, Percy!"

Percy didn't take his hand, "What are you?"

Ron raised an eyebrow, "What?"

Percy's eyes took a wild turn, his voice almost squeaked, "What are you?"

Ron withdrew his hand, "I am your Fairy God-Something."

"My… Fairy God… Something?"

"Yes."

Percy breathed deeply, "Wait… why do I have a Fairy God-Something?" Suddenly noticing a blonde boy sitting on his armchair, he screeched, jumping onto his bed and rolling onto the other side. He peeked over.

Ron laughed, pointing to the blonde, "That's Draco. He's my Sugardaddy."

"Your… your what?"

"His lover." The blonde said clearly, his voice sharp and vaguely monotone.

Percy felt chills run up his spine.

Ron blushed, "Yeah… that…"

The blonde stood up, he was handsome, a little taller than Ron, he looked at Percy, his silver eyes narrowing, "Stop cowering. It's disgusting."

Percy stood up slowly, he noticed proudly that he was taller than both of the boys… by… about half a head… not much, but he was.

Ron smiled, "Now! I'm here to help you with your problems! As far as I heard, you have received two invitations from two princes from two different kingdoms, both events taking place at the same time. Am I correct?"

Percy nodded, "You can help me?"

Ron nodded, "Of course!"

Draco looked him up and down, "He can, and he will probably have to give you new clothes too… For a rich boy, you sure dress… funny." Ron slapped his arm, "What? I'm only speaking the truth."

Percy gave Draco another look before gasping, "You're… you're Draco Malfoy!"

Draco gave him a look, "And?"

"What… you're a Prince!"

"And?"

"You're a fairy?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, not sure what Percy meant.

Percy shook his head, "No, not a fairy, but a FAIRY? You know, magick!"

Draco's eyes went back to normal, "No."

Percy looked confused.

Ron giggled.

Percy gave him a weird look.

Ron cleared his throat awkwardly, "Um… no, Draco isn't a fairy. I am. He just follows me around."

"Why?"

Draco's eyes grew dangerous, "Potter."

"Potter?" Percy asked.

Ron sighed, "My ex. Harry's still a little hung on."

"A little?" Draco asked coldly, "He's bloody mad! He follows you around and he even cornered you in a dark alley! If I hadn't found you-"

Ron smiled softly, "Draco… I know you're concerned, but Harry's not that bad you know."

Draco, jealous and not able to hide it, snorted and returned to sitting down.

Percy blinked.

Ron turned to him again, "So, about helping you…."

Percy listened.

"I have a way for you to go to both Balls…" Ron stopped, trying not to laugh.

Percy's eyes widened.

"However…" Ron blushed, "There are…" he paused, thinking, "um… side effects…"

"Side effects?" Percy asked.

"Yes. Side effects," Draco said with a smirk.

To be continued…

Oblivion: Yay! Second Chapter done! It's super short, I know, but please review! I hope the story isn't getting worse!