Percinder: Chapter Four

By Oblivion, the Macabress

Disclaimer: I don't own this stuff. Just the writing.

Wow, I was just flamed. I'm sorry, but whoever you are, if you didn't read the summary, than so be it. This is an OliverPercy fic, okay? You can't be CANON about that. The writer of Harry Potter did not canon DracoRon, HarryRon, or ANY of the slash pairings in general. If you want Canon, than go read some HarryCho's, it would suit your taste a lot better. At least have the guts to leave your name.

I'm afraid I have disabled Anonymous reviews. Flame me, if you want. But at least then, I'd have someone to contact and not have to rant at innocent people. Criticize my writing, not my brain.

Okay… sorry guys, I was just getting back from work all excited to write the next chapter, and a get a "flame", or should I say, a flame in disguise. I'm cool with you helping me with my writing skills, but come on, OOC (out of character) happens, and it happens a lot. This is my Cinderella Twist, with the Harry Potter cast. If you don't like that, then promptly go screw yourselves, OR an even better way, how about NOT reading my fic at all and save yourself the grief. Oh wait, how about you just go and write your own little ficcies to please yourself with. Thanks, that would help me very much. Okay?

Now, onward. Thanks (to everyone who reviewed that was at least OKAY with my story). I'm glad you guys thought Percinder was good! I'm having fun, and I hope you'll continue to see Percinder as a humorous relief from reality!

Percinder: Chapter Four

Percy sat tensely at his desk as the teacher rattled on and on; the class wasn't boring, not in the least! But… it's hard to concentrate when there were two steaming boulders sandwiching you between them, while these said boulders shot intense glares over your head.

Percy sunk lower into his seat when a few students looked over their shoulders curiously.

Percy sighed, they're probably wondering why Oliver is sitting in the back, next to Marcus, who isn't sleeping, must be a weird sight, indeed.

Marcus narrowed his eyes at Oliver as the class was dismissed, "So, what's a little Charmer like you doing in the back? Shouldn't you be entertaining your fans?"

Oliver smiled in response, "I've already taken care of that last period."

"Marcus!" A girl shouted from the outside.

Oliver smirked, "Obviously, you haven't."

Marcus cringed; he looked at the prancing girl coming towards him without turning his head, "Charlotte…"

She grinned, encircling his arm, "Oh! You promised me you would help me clean out the broom closet on my birthday, remember?"

Oliver smirked.

Marcus shuddered pulling his arm from, "I don't remember. Now leave."

Percy raised an eyebrow, deciding not to comment, he walked towards the door.

Oliver caught up with him, "So, are you going to my ball?"

Percy smiled, "Of course."

Oliver's smile turned into a grin, he slung an arm around the shorter boy's shoulder, "So you're not going to Flint's then? Great."

Percy paused, "You… you know about Marcus's ball?"

Oliver stopped walking, "Of course, I do. My sister was invited."

"You're sister? You have a sister?"

Oliver flushed, caught in his own lie, "Oh… um… my sister as in my best lass. You know, when friends get to know each other, they become sisters and brothers…. Yeah…" He trailed off.

Percy gave him a weird look, "Right."

Oliver rubbed the back of his neck warily, "Ah, I have to go, but, I'll see you at the castle tomorrow for the party, hey?"

"Okay…"

"Bye!"

Percy blinked at the retreating back.

…sfs…

Draco leaned against the wall of his balcony, nodding every once in a while as Ron talked.

"… the Bad Percy will be going to Marcus's ball, and since you're going to that one, I wanted you to make sure he didn't do anything stupid."

Draco smirked, "And if I don't?"

Ron sighed, "Please, Draco?"

"Come on, you know it would be funny."

"I'm his Fairy God-Something, it would be funny to you, but it would be hell to me!"

"You're no fun."

"I'm plenty fun."

"Really?"

"YES!"

"Show me."

Ron glared at him, "Get your head out of the gutter."

"Head in gutter, arse in air… I like it."

"DRACO!"

"Fine… but you can't honestly expect me to betray my long-time friend to help his arch rival… do you?"

Ron heaved a sigh, "All you have to do is make sure Bad Percy doesn't do anything too… naughty. That way, there won't be any regrets later."

Draco snorted, "Whatever. You redheads have too many issues."

"So will you?"

"I said whatever."

"I learned from the last time, I want you to outright say it."

Draco glared at him, standing straighter, "So distrusting…" Ron returned his glare.

"Say it."

"What I go through just to hang on to your arse…" Draco drawled, when Ron's glare didn't waver he sighed, "I, Draco Malfoy, will watch over Percy's Naughty Side until Midnight."

Ron nodded, "Good."

"And my reward?"

"Reward? What reward?"

"You know, the one you're going to give me when I get back."

"I never said I was going to reward you."

Draco crossed his arms, "You really are becoming quite the Malfoy aren't you?"

"I learn from the best."

"I'll talk that as a compliment."

"Oh! I forgot to tell you something," Ron turned to grab a scroll, "I was invited to Oliver's Ball…"

"You're not going."

Ron looked perplexed, "What?"

"Potter will be there. I won't take any chances."

"But…"

"No."

"But someone's got to look after Good Percy!"

"Oliver could do it."

"Oliver won't be able to handle Good Percy, he's going to be completely weirded out!"

"And?"

"You're so heartless."

"You're not going."

"I'll give you a reward!"

"That's not going to work."

"I'll… I'll… be your slave for a day!"

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"A week!"

Still unfazed.

"… Two weeks?"

"Three. And I'll think about it."

TBC…

Sorry guys, I can't concentrate. I'm still a little jittery, so, this is it for today, I'm sooo sorry! I'll try later. But my mood was a little dampened when I started.