Percinder: Chapter Five

By Oblivion, the Macabress

Hahahahaha…. Sorry, I'm feeling a bit cheeky. Don't mind me though, I just got back from the Keys (My vaca spot, it was a blast, gay men all around… :squeall:), but I'll make it up by writing Chapter Five into a frenzy! But I'm going to see what I can get done tonight! Over-time really does suck, but… why am I so happy?

Oh! I noticed I got a bunch of reviews, but, not much time left, so I'll read them later, I'll try to reply to them in the next chapter!

Percinder: Chapter Five

Percy was a quick learner. And thank Merlin for that!

Today was the Big Day, and if he didn't learn how to apparate… well, he'd better be one hell of a runner.

Ron sighed happily, falling into one of Draco's plush sofas, "That went much better than I expected… he learned how to apparate a lot quicker than I did, and I learned it before I was potty trained…"

Draco smirked, getting up from his seat across the room, "As much as that interests me," he started slowly, "I'm afraid I must be going." He stacked up all his scrolls and replaced his quill. After dusting himself off, he walked over to Ron, "And you, should be getting ready."

"Huh? Oh, the party isn't starting for another five hours. Besides, I know magick, changing would only take a few seconds."

Draco grabbed Ron's arm, pulling him up, "Not that, stupid. Percy. Last I recall, one doesn't stick a bundle of dynamites into someone's hand and have them explode into two people."

Ron smiled, "Don't worry, I've already gotten that taken care of. They should be talking now… well… I don't know. They weren't very compatible…"

Draco rolled his eyes before leaning in to give Ron a quick kiss on the forehead, "Whatever, just be careful. I'm sure Potter's hot on his toes. Apparate here immediately after Percy finds his way after the party, all right? I'm going to try to pull the other Percy away from Marcus by 11:30. You do the same."

Ron pouted, "Must you be so efficient?"

Draco pulled away, starting to the doors, upon reaching them, he turned to give Ron a quick smirk, "You forget. I am a Malfoy."

…sfs…

Percy sat timidly at the bottom of the long steps to the Castle entrance, he didn't know why he was so nervous, but he was. Even worse, every time a handsome man walked by, he flushed like a tomato and gave himself a whiplash trying to look away.

After a few minutes, a soft pop sounded, and Ron was standing in front of him.

Smiling in relief, Percy stood up, "Ron. You look good!"

Ron grinned, "I try. Anyway, what are you doing out here?"

"Waiting up for you."

"Huh? How did you know I wasn't here yet?"

Percy bowed his head, his neck turning red, he sheepishly looked up to the top of the steps, "Well… Harry Potter has been standing there since I got here, he seems to be looking for someone…"

Ron scowled, "Great… just my luck."

Not recognizing the tone, Percy looked at him, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah…"

"I thought you were okay with Harry."

"I am… but… never mind. Let's just go in. I'm sure Oliver is wetting his pants waiting for you."

Percy blushed, "You really think so?"

Trying not to think about how unnerving it was to see how Good Percy reacted to things, Ron grabbed his wrist, "Come on. There's only one way to find out."

Percy just followed Ron, his eyes a little dazed, his blush not fading.

…sfs…

Marcus Flint. Never has the Prince showed any emotion other than anger or hate, never more than a sly look or a cunning remark, no, none. But here he stood, gaping like a fish out of water.

What was he looking at, you ask?

Why, Percy Weasley, of course! Said boy was currently out on the dance floor (having already unbuttoned his collar, a flashing quite a bit of torso) the boy was doing what most people have begun to call the ultimate stage of dirty dancing. Very dirty.

Suddenly feeling a rush of jealousy as one of his fellow Quidditch players rounded up the red head into another dance Marcus started towards them. Seething.

Grabbing the offending boy by the neck, he said tightly, "Mind if I cut in?"

"Oh! Sure, sure…"

And the boy was hurled into the crowd.

Percy looked at the intruder, his shocked expression melting into one that can only be defined as devious, "My… what do we have here?"

Marcus smirked, "You… A new side of you. I don't know whether I should be liking it… or…"

Percy had started to move to the beat again, "You really should loosen up. It is your birthday, after all. How about a dance?" Before the Prince could answer, Percy wrapped his arms around Marcus' neck, leaning close, his lips touching the other's ear, "Or… maybe something… a little more… naughty?"

Marcus didn't move, "Are you… drunk?"

Percy leaned back, offended, "Drunk? Don't make me laugh! I'm incapable of being in such a state!"

Marcus placed his hands on Percy's hips, "Incapable? Mind proving it?"

Percy smiled, his eyes wicked, "Where… and when?"

Marcus shook his head, "Save that for later," he pulled his body close to Percy's, "Let's just dance."

Percy laughed, bringing the other boy even closer, "Watch out for what you wish for… it might outdo you."

"I sincerely doubt it."

…sfs…

Ron bowed a little to Oliver as the Prince jogged over, "Prince Oliver…"

"You made it!"

Percy blushed, "Yes, sorry… for making you wait."

Oliver grinned, "No problem at all! Come on, let's get you guys a drink."

Ron readily agreed, stepping out of Harry's gaze, "Let's!"

Percy opened his mouth, but closed it quickly, turning redder.

Oliver gave him a weird look before shaking his head grinning, "What do you think of the ball so far?"

Ron answered, "Terrific! The decorations are extraordinary."

Oliver smiled, "I'm glad to hear that, the decorators were having a ball of their own, I tell you."

Percy didn't speak, trying hard not to look at the handsome boy.

Oliver's smile didn't waver, "Percy, what do you want to drink?"

Jumping a little, Percy looked up shyly, "Ah… anything is fine."

Nodding, Oliver went to get them drinks.

Ron nudged him hard in the ribs, "Stupid! The Prince himself is getting us drinks!"

Percy held his burning face, "I can't help it! I don't know what's wrong with me…"

Ron wrinkled his nose, "Oh, whatever. Loosen up, you're thinking too much, and its turning you into a hot rod. Just stop thinking about it, and just… I don't know, go with the flow."

Percy straightened his back, trying to relax.

Oliver returned with three drinks, after handing two of them off to Ron and Percy, he smiled, "I'm glad you decided to come, Percy."

Percy suppressed his blush, smiling softly in return, he nodded, "I am too."

Ron's eyes suddenly brightened when he spotted someone across the room, a certain someone with a lot of hair… maybe she was struck by lightning on the way in? He turned to Percy, "Hey, you have fun all right? I have to go talk to someone. Bye!" And he was off.

Percy stared after him.

Oliver took Percy's elbow, diverting his attention, and led him out onto one of the balconies; a servant quickly dropped the curtains after them for some privacy. Oliver looked up into the sky, "You know… I never knew you existed until the first day of school… and yet…"

Percy delicately sipped his drink, trying not to overreact, "Ah… well, I knew you existed, that's for sure."

Oliver turned to look at him, his eyes analyzing, "What did you think of me, back then?"

Percy couldn't meet his gaze, "Well, you are the Prince. What more could I think?"

Oliver sighed, his smile returning, "What do you think of me now?"

Percy couldn't stop the blush, "Ah… I… I think you're…"

"What?"

"…" The blush deepened considerably, catching Oliver's eye.

Oliver laughed, putting his drink down onto the ledge, and followed it with Percy's, he took the other boy's hand, "Well, before you answer that, I wanted to tell you… that you're the most beautiful being that has ever graced this castle…"

Percy shivered slightly in delight at the words, mixed with the other boy's accent, it was hard not to react, especially for Good Percy, "You… you are too kind."

Oliver shook his head, "No… you don't understand," Oliver looked rushed, "… I have never felt this way before… ever."

Percy gave him a look, "Come on, that's a little hard to believe."

Oliver blushed, "Okay. I may flirt and all that, but… that's all it is. I've never felt the need to keep someone so close… or… even to express so much feeling. And I've never been so on the spot… never at a risk."

"A risk?"

"A risk of losing you so soon."

Percy smiled a little, "Lose me? What are you talking about?"

"I'm so glad you decided to come."

Now, Percy was confused.

Oliver's confidence came back, "That means you can't be somewhere else."

Percy fidgeted, "Ah… yes. You can say that…"

Oliver grinned, moving to look up at the night sky again, "I'm sorry for being a bit off today, but you have no idea what it means for you to be here. At my Ball tonight. And you have no idea how nervous I have been since I sent the invitation… who you would choose…" Oliver looked at him, "I…" Oliver looked guilty, "Well, I'll tell you later. The mood's already a bit heavy for such a lighthearted event."

Percy blushed, "I… I know what you mean."

"Do you… feel the same?"

Percy raised an eyebrow, "What are you asking… really?"

Oliver's expression didn't change, "Do you feel anything for me… at all?"

"Would I have come if I didn't?"

Oliver's charming smile returned, "No… I guess you wouldn't have."

Percy retrieved his drink, and started towards the Ball again, "Let's see what's going on…"

Oliver quickly grabbed his arm, twisting him back against his body, he looked into Percy's sapphire eyes, his smile gentle, "How about a dance?"

Percy looked up at the Prince, their faces barely an inch or so apart, "Here…?"

"Yes… here…" Oliver leaned down, and their lips met.

…sfs…

Draco rolled his eyes at his latest admirer as she practically draped herself all over him, murmuring and panting out words that made Draco want to toss her across the room and off the balcony to her death. He shrugged her off, "I'm not interested."

She pouted, not as cute as Ron would have looked, Draco thought, "Oh, Prince Draco… I know you must be lonely… being by yourself all the time…I can give you the company you need…" She gave him a sultry look.

He shuddered with disgust and turned to walk away, "No. You can't."

He left her gaping, and passed a crowd of girls that stared after him with squeals. He rolled his eyes again and looked up at the clock; it was nearing 11:00. His eyes found Percy, after a moment of staring, he couldn't help but flush a little at the two boys antics.

He shook his head; as long as they didn't start buggering on the dance floor, he was safe to leave them alone.

Sighing from boredom, Draco walked over to one of the benches and sat down. Leaning back, he trained his eyes onto the couple, and opted to stay there for the next half hour.

…sfs…

Ron grinned happily with himself as he watched triumphantly at Harry Potter.

The boy was beet red from embarrassment as Hermione Granger tackled him near the door.

The boy ran to him, trying to hide, Ron stepped aside, "What are you doing Harry?"

"Save me!"

"Why?"

"She won't stop following me…"

"Really? Sure does sound familiar…"

Harry looked at him, standing up, "That's different."

Seeing Hermione searching for him, Harry grabbed Ron, and pulled him to a balcony, a servant closed the drapery.

Ron roughly jerked his arm away from Harry, "And how is it different?"

"I love you."

"She loves you."

"It's not the same!"

"Really?"

"Draco Malfoy is a bastard, how can you stand him?"

Ron glared at him, "Shut up. At least he has the decency to not cheat on me."

"I…"

"No! I won't hear any of your excuses. It's your own fault Hermione is after you. You led her on. Since you enjoyed her company so much, go to her. I don't care anymore, Harry. I love Draco. I love him." Ron looked passed Harry, his mind scrambled. His eyes caught movement on the next balcony. Percy and Oliver!

Harry narrowed his eyes, "What do you see in him?"

Ron glared, turning to leave, "A lot more than I can see in you."

Harry watched Ron move through the drapes, leaning against the ledge. He looked crestfallen.

…sfs…

Ron walked swiftly to the next curtains, his mind confused by his feelings. Screw Harry and his indecisiveness, it's far too late now. That idiot. Hermione caught his arm, "Ron! Have you seen Harry?"

Ron smirked, "Yes, he's on that balcony, waiting for you. He's such a romantic."

She smiled, her eyes brightening, "Oh, yes, he is! Thanks Ron, bye!" She ran up to the balcony, fixing her hair.

Ron smiled, he had nothing against her, she didn't even know Harry was with him before, shaking his head, Ron moved through the drapery to Percy, "You there. Stop snogging, it's almost midnight."

A crash, and a yelp sounded, a few moments later, two bodies scrambled to fix themselves.

Ron laughed.

Oliver straightened his cloths, "Ron… ah… sorry…"

Percy blushed hard, "What are you doing?"

"Stopping you from losing your virginity. Come on, we have to go. Now."

Percy blushed again, "All right. I'll meet you up in the front."

Ron shrugged, "Hurry." He left.

Oliver looked at Percy, "You have to leave? Already?"

"Yes… I'll explain later."

"But… can't you stay… just a bit longer?"

"I can't."

"Please?"

"… Oliver… what are you doing?"

No answer. The Prince pulled him in for another kiss, "You're really leaving?"

Percy just looked at him, his face red, "I… Yes. I have to."

Oliver smiled sadly, "All right. I'll see you soon?"

"Yes…"

…sfs…

Ron ran, a fast runner he was, but unfortunately, he wasn't fast enough. Harry caught up with him, "Stop!"

Harry kept him still, "You love me! You have to! You can't just stop loving someone."

"I can. And I have. Let me go."

"Ron…"

The boy disapparated.

Harry slowly dropped down to his knees, "It was only once… Just once."

…sfs…

Percy found Ron behind a bush after a short search, "Ron? What are you doing…?"

Ron smiled, getting up, "Let's go."

They both disapparated.

…sfs…

Draco glanced up at the clock, 11:30… He stood up, making his way to the couple, "Percy. It's time to leave."

Percy pouted, "Already?"

Marcus pulled the boy against him, "He can stay the night, Malfoy."

Draco frowned, pulling Percy away, "No. He has to leave."

Marcus growled, "And what makes you think you're his mother?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, "The fact that I am his mother. Now move it." Draco shoved the Prince aside, dragging Percy out the door.

Marcus caught the boy's arm, "It's too early to be leaving."

A pop. And another red head fell onto the ground next to Marcus. It was Ron, "Draco… what's taking so long?"

Draco snorted, "Apparently, Good Percy is a lot more cooperative than Bad."

Marcus ignored the odd comment, "The party isn't over."

Ron glared at him, "Stop being so childish, he needs to leave."

Percy hadn't moved or spoken.

"We have to leave Percy, you know the consequences."

Percy pulled away from Marcus, "I have to go."

Marcus grabbed his arm, "No, you're staying passed Midnight. I'm not losing..." He stopped himself, "Ah… you should at least eat something…"

Percy glared at him, "Losing what?"

Marcus looked cornered, but it quickly disappeared, "I have a bet."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Bet?"

Marcus dragged Percy back into the room, Percy pulled away, "Bet?"

Marcus smirked, "Me and Wood's got a bet on you. You're staying here until I say you can leave."

Percy twitched, his eyes sharp, "Wood? Oliver?"

"Yeah. We wanted to see who's party you'd go to. The bet is if you stay passed Midnight, the winner gets 145 galleons. Sounds like a fair bet doesn't it?"

Percy bristled, "Money? You're Princes, what would you need with money?"

"Petty pocket change, really."

Percy growled, pulling away, "You guys used me for a bet?"

Suddenly, a loud chime echoed across the Slytherin kingdom. Midnight.

Percy blinked rapidly, his limbs feeling weak, "What's… happening?"

Ron gasped, grabbing a hold of Percy, "Draco! Help me get him back!"

Draco grabbed the other side. They apparated.

…sfs…

Good Percy was on the floor when they arrived. Not even a split second later, the body in their hands was yanked and Bad Percy was sucked into the other body.

A bright light exploded, Percy's body floated up, and fell loudly to the floor.

Ron raced to him, "Percy? Percy?"

They didn't get an answer.

TBC…

Oblivion: Again, sorry for the late update… I feel kinda bad… but, the story has been updated at least… I hope you liked it. I might write an alternate, I'm not sure yet…

And before anyone yells at me, let me guess your question: If Ron could apparate to Marcus' party, why didn't Good Percy just go with him, and whatever that just happened wouldn't have happened!

Well, my answer, if Good Percy just came out of nowhere; One, it would have scared the shit out of Marcus; Two, did I mention it would scare the shit out of Marcus?

That's it! Review please!