Percinder
By Oblivion, the Macabress (BILBL6, DoTooTCd)
Disclaimer: Sadly, I own nothing but the writing itself… hmm… the imagination sure does wonders…
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Percinder: Chapter Three
Percy sat stonily in the soft, velvet chair in the middle of the Malfoy Chamber of Accessories. He silently fumed as he heard more ruffling and groans from the room to his right.
"Oh! Draco! Not here!" Ron was loud…
Percy's eye twitched.
A moment later, a soft giggle apparently ended their arrangement, and Ron exited the room. Not a hair out of place.
Percy shifted his glare from the floor to the other redhead.
Ron laughed nervously, "Um… so… have you made your decision?"
Percy huffed, closing his eyes to regain his composure.
When he opened his eyes again, Draco was sitting next to him. He stopped himself from jumping, "Prince Draco, do tell how you manage to always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Creep in here all silent and… stuff…"
Draco snorted in disgust, "This is my Castle, I do not creep. I glide."
Percy raised an eyebrow, "And I suppose that's better?"
Draco narrowed his eyes, "Quiet you. I'm trying to help you."
Percy shifted in his seat, "Um… that's… ah… why are you helping me?"
Ron grinned, "He'd better!"
Draco scowled to himself, standing up, "I'm going to run some errands. Stay in here within this area. I'd hate for you two to be… caught."
Ron pouted, "Oh, but that was fun!"
Draco rolled his eyes, "Just stay. I'll be back soon. And while I'm out, please, do something to his clothes. It's soiling my furniture."
Percy twitched again.
Draco gave him one last nauseated look before leaving.
Percy shook his head, "No offense, Ron, but your sugardaddy really is…"
"An arse, I know."
"You know? And you're still with him?"
Ron smiled, "Of course. He may not look it, but he's very gentle. And kind. I'm happy to be with him…"
Percy couldn't help but smile at the contented look on the other's face, "Why is he helping me? Of all people? It's well known that the Malfoys aren't very fond of… Lords that married Nobles… half-bloods."
Ron leaned in and whispered, "All I had to say was Harry would have done it for me, at least he loved me enough to help me!"
"That's it?"
Ron shook his head, "Of course not, I have to add the If you won't help me, I'll ask him to!" Ron laughed, "Draco really is nuts about Harry. All because of that one incident at the marketplace."
"Do tell," Percy said, leaning forward. Draco Malfoy really is a personality case.
Ron shrugged, "Well, Harry sort of followed me around after we broke up. Still does actually. Only, he stays further away now that Draco is always with me. Anyway, Draco couldn't escort me one day, he was invited to play Quidditch with Marcus, and Harry nabbed the chance and cornered me. He didn't do anything bad, he only tried to convince me that he was much, much better than Draco. Out of nowhere, Draco appeared. And the only bigger annoyance to a Malfoy aside from impure noble-blood would be to be insulted behind their backs right in front of them. To their lover, no less. Draco attacked. Haven't seen Harry since. Poor guy."
Percy gaped, Draco's spite-filled voice suddenly filled his mind, he remembered and blurted, "Potter! You mean, Harry Potter? The son of the King's Advisor?"
Ron nodded, not understanding the importance.
Percy shook his head, "You sure aim high, don't you?"
Ron looked confused.
"Nevermind, that. I think I'll go to the Gryffindor Ball, since I am from this kingdom."
Ron looked lost at the sudden change of subject and nodded slowly, "Okay…" He quickly sobered up and grinned, "Yes! Nice choice, though Marcus isn't that bad, but great choice indeed. Handsome guy! I'd probably-"
"I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you." A sharp voice interrupted.
Percy hid his chuckle with a cough, and waved a little at Draco as the prince walked in. The blonde was a little preoccupied with reading something in his hands.
Ron blushed, "Oh… I was just going to say that I'd probably NOT choose him over you!"
Draco just gave him a look before finding an armchair next to the window, continuing to read.
Curious, but not about to show it, Percy ignored him and stood up, "So, I've made my decision. So now what?"
Ron stood up as well, grabbing Percy's arm, "First, we have to find you a suitable outfit."
It took a lot of cursing and accidental injuries, but after an hour, they finally completed the task.
Percy walked out of the room Ron and Draco were in before, wearing a form-fitting pearl-ish white tunic. The neck was high and a small sapphire stone, matching quite well with his eyes, held the collar in place. The sleeves were long, only his fingertips were visible. The sleeve also flared so that it was wider at the end. The hems were trimmed with a color that was similar to his hair, in other words, an amber color. The tunic ended at mid-thigh.
His lower half was clad in pearly white harem pants (Note: You know, the Arabic-kind. The one Jasmine wears, I know, don't look at me like that…). To complete the look, one his feet were a pair of amber colored boots to match the sleeves' hem, and at the very top of the boots were a pair of small sapphire stones, obviously to help the one at his collar. The boots themselves ended a little under his knees.
Ron smoothed his hair a little, taming it. He gently took a step back to examine his creation and smiled, "You look terrific! Draco, what do you think?"
Percy turned to let the prince look at him.
Draco's eyes were completely blank, but he stood up, walking closer, he drawled, "The outfit is quite fitting. But…" He narrowed his eyes for a second.
Draco shrugged, "That works." He turned and resumed his… whatever it was that he's doing.
Percy walked around, surprised at how comfortable it was. Ron smirked proudly, "I'm a very good tailor, by the way."
Percy smiled, "Thanks." He paused, "But… what… what's your plan anyway?"
Ron sat down, gesturing Percy to do the same, "Here. Unfortunately, just because you chose to go to Prince Oliver's Ball, you still must attend Prince Marcus', as I'm sure you are aware of."
Percy nodded.
"But I have a spell… that will… split you into two people."
"What?"
Draco looked up front his scrolls, "Side effects," he reminded.
Ron nodded, "Yes. But, that's not the part I was worried about. You will be split into your two personalities. Your good side and your bad side."
"Wait. That can't be very healthy…" Percy looked faint.
Ron shook his head, "Its fine. As long as you are back together by Midnight. Since the two kingdoms are very far apart, I will teach you how to apparate."
"Apparate?"
Draco sighed from the other side of the room, "Means you can teleport from the two places to a single destination, like" he snapped his finger, "that."
Percy nodded.
Ron continued, "The side effect from doing so is that you may not be able to speak for a while afterwards. But the effect you will get from NOT coming together on time will be… quite disastrous."
Percy tensed, "What will happen?"
"You will be pulled together forcefully, and from the collision, you will slip into a coma."
Percy gaped, "I'm not sure I want to do this…"
Draco spoke again, "You don't have a choice."
Ron shot the prince a glare. It was ignored.
Ron wasn't finished, "There are more side effects however that will alter your inhibit-" He cut himself off as he watched Percy black out, Ron leaned forward and poked him, "Percy? Hello?" Not getting an answer, Ron walked over to Draco.
…sfs…
The Quidditch stands were packed with screaming fans, cheering on their teams. It was the annual Quidditch Day held by the school on the second Saturday after school starts. The school's Quidditch team is split into two teams, and they were to face off. The winning team leads the first game of the season against other schools. In other words, it's an honorable win.
Oliver watched the Quaffle with swift eyes as the ball is tossed and caught, his body was rigid but ready to act in front of his team's hoops. At the corner of his eye he sees Marcus Flint from the other team; the other grabs a hold of the fore-mentioned ball, and with lightning speed, the boy was in front of him. Marcus grinned menacingly, "Wood. I'll win that bet."
Oliver snorted, "Whatever. He will come to me, no doubt. You're far too vile for him. No sane mind would ever come near you willingly."
Marcus growled, aiming the ball towards one of the hoops, his threw the ball hard and fast.
Oliver reared and jumped to stop it, wincing slightly as the speed and strength of the toss almost ripped his arms out of their sockets, but he held on. Managing to halt the ball, he smirked. He hurled it back into the middle of the field passed Marcus' head to one of his own players. The game moved on.
Marcus gave him a venomous look and returned to the game.
Oliver smiled. Forgetting the pain. Yes. The bet is as good as his.
To be continued…
Oblivion: A bit rushed I'm afraid, but the storyline hasn't trailed off into a different direction. I'm actually surprised that I've written so many chapters in such short time! Unfortunately, as a result of that, the chapters are very short. But, anyhoo, please review!
Thank you to those who have done so already! Reviews are very much appreciated! (Even some flames, but… not all of those, flames do more damage that one thinks.)