Percinder: Chapter 6

By Oblivion, the Macabress

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Percinder: Chapter 6

Fred looked at George, the look was returned.

Both turning to look at Ginny, they shrugged, speaking in unison, "Percy probably hates you. That's why he didn't come back."

Ginny pouted, "He doesn't hate me…"

The twins exchanged another look, looking at her they shook their heads, "No, he does."

Ginny crossed her arms, "He can't just leave."

George shrugged again, "You never know. The Prince himself invited Percy over. And if the Prince wanted him to stay, who is Percy to refuse?"

Ginny sniffled, "Why would the Prince want Percy to stay?"

"Because the Prince heard about Percy's demon sister and wanted to save him. You know, Knight in Shining Armor. Princes do like those titles these days…"

Ginny frowned, "I'm not that bad…"

"Yes. You are."

"Will he come by…?" Ginny asked.

"Probably not."

Ginny, for once, was calm and… not self-centered. Well, maybe she still was, considering she didn't give a fly as long as Percy came back.

Fred stood up, heading towards the door, "I think I'll join him. Much better than living with you."

Ginny gaped, "You can't leave too!"

George yawned, going upstairs, "I'll meet you there Fred, I think I'm going to take one last nap in that room of mine."

"All right, George."

Ignored, Ginny stomped her feet, "Wait!"

Two doors slammed shut.

…sfs…

"He's dead."

"No he's not!"

"No, he looks dead."

Looking at his panic-wrecked lover, Draco glared at the twins, "You aren't helping."

George slumped against the large bed; they all looked at Percy; pale and deep in sleep surrounded by soft pillows and thick blankets. Nothing looked off. Except for the fact that he breathed weird and he sometimes didn't breath at all. Yep, just fine and dandy indeed. The twins glared at Ron, "What did you do anyway?"

Draco leaned against the bed post, "He didn't do anything. Percy arrived back late. The collision must have done it."

"Collision?"

"Back late? What's that got to do with anything?"

Ron waved his hands, "Nothing. Look, we have to find Oliver."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "And what's he going to do? Kiss him and suddenly he wakes up?"

Fred chuckled, "Now wouldn't that be a story to tell the kids, eh George?"

Slightly unnerved by how much the twins resembled a married couple, Draco shrugged it off, "Riiight… I'll get Wood over here. But I need to know the reason… or at least I need a reason to get him here."

Ron paced, "Tell him… Percy wanted to speak to him in private."

Draco laughed, "And what? That Percy asked me, me? To help him? No, that's not going to work. Wood would probably think I'm planning to kidnap him or something."

Fred looked curious, "Why are you helping him, Prince Draco? I thought you didn't like half-bloods."

Draco rolled his eyes, "We've already been through this, can we move on?"

"No we haven't."

"Well, I had this conversation with Percy, and that's enough to last every generation of every single red head in every kingdom on this planet. Now, give me a damn reason or else I'll simply have you all kicked out and then the problems will be solved, no worries on my part."

George smirked, "My… Malfoys' do make such scary things sound elegant…"

"… and quite evil."

Ron sighed, tapping Percy on the cheek, feeling bored and sarcastic at the same time, "Wake up dear, its time for breakfast! Mommy's made your favorite!"

Suddenly Percy's eyes opened.

They all screamed, jumping back.

Percy yawned, "What's going on?"

Ron nearly wept (and almost peed his pants), "Percy! I thought you weren't going to wake up!"

"What do you mean?" Percy grabbed his head, "Ah, my head hurts. What in Merlin's name happened?"

"You… you didn't get back together in time…"

Draco watched him carefully before speaking, "No. He made it on time."

"What?"

"He's not in a coma," Draco looked thoughtful, "Actually… it makes sense. If I remember correctly… Slytherin kingdom's time is fifteen minutes ahead of my kingdom, and my kingdom is fifteen minutes ahead of Gryffindor. So technically, they got back together about fifteen minutes early."

"What? But we left the ball at…"

"11:45." Percy finished.

Ron nodded, "Wow, that makes sense… we did do the spell at your house…"

"In Gryffindor. So yes, what the Prince here says, makes sense," George said, nodding.

Fred slapped him on the arm, "What do you know?"

George looked sheepish.

Percy stared at them, "What are you two doing here?"

Fred shrugged, "This Fairy God-Something or other of yours swung by and told us. Scary, really, but we had to keep a look out for Ginny. I made something up and left. Reasonable, Ginny's worried about you."

"Really? Hard to believe."

"Don't worry, we took care of it."

Draco cut in, "Do you remember anything, Weasley?"

Percy looked up, "What do you mean?"

"Do you remember anything from the Balls?"

Percy sat there, his expression thoughtful, "Actually… wow, I… can feel both of them. Horror on one side, and anger on the other… hmm… anger?"

Ron and Draco sat expectantly. Noticing their silence, Percy reluctantly resumed his remembering.

Percy suddenly gasped, "A bet!"

Draco nodded, "Yes. The bet."

"What was all that about?"

Fred and George sat back in there chairs, not really understanding and probably not really wanting to get too far into this odd story either.

Draco walked over to a chair, sitting down, "How should I know? I was wondering why Marcus would invite a half-blood to his ball. Very unusual. But he did seem very interested in you…" Draco gave Percy a look, "You were almost too wild for him."

Percy blushed, "I remember. Don't remind me…"

Ron jumped, "Wild? What?"

"Bad Percy was very… very… very bad," Draco said with a smirk, "I would have gave him a thrashing, but… I was afraid he'd enjoy that too much."

Percy gaped, blushing, "You are exaggerating!"

Draco shrugged one shoulder, "Really? As I recall, you were all over Marcus… discussing naughty things and… dirty dancing, I believe it was called that night."

Fred smirked, George laughed.

Percy threw pillows at them, "Be gone, evil siblings!"

George dodged them, laughing harder, "Bad Percy? Naughty?"

Fred joined in, "Dirty dancing… that's just too funny… oh the images!"

Percy scowled, ignoring them, he turned to Ron, "I recall something about a bet between Oliver and Marcus."

Draco smirked, "145 galleons. Flint's really has lost his mind."

Percy looked at him, "What do you mean?"

Draco stood up, "You aren't worth that much. I'd say 5 would have done it."

Ron pushed Draco away, "Stop it, he just woke up!"

Percy narrowed his eyes, but stayed quiet.

Ron sighed, "I don't get it. Your good side was on the floor when we got back… and your breathing was… abnormal. Are you sure you're okay, Percy?"

Percy waved him off, "Don't worry, I'd rather spend my time finding out more about that bet."

Draco tilted his head, "It was obvious you were used for some kind of competition between the two. It's very common."

Ron huffed, "The nerve of those two! Using Percy like that!"

Draco turned, walking towards his work, "Like I said. It's typical."

Ron glared at him, "How can you say that? Do you do it?"

Draco didn't answer.

The twins lowered their heads, "Uh oh…"

And Ron exploded, "You do?"

Draco shrugged, "Look, Princes have nothing better to do. Rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin has been going since even before my ancestry. And yes, I do."

Ron crossed his arms, forgetting about Percy, "You… you…" He threw his arms up in frustration, "Did you do that with me? How about Harry? What's going on?"

Draco shrugged again, "Don't jump to conclusions."

Growling at Draco's nonchalant responses, Ron moved closer, "I've been with you night and day ever since we got together. I think I'd know about these things… messing with other peoples lives. I'd know… it had to be before…"

Draco sighed, "Look. It's over and done with now."

Ron seethed, but didn't continue his one-sided argument.

Percy noticed Draco's shoulder relax when Ron marched back to his bed. Draco really is full of mysteries… but there is no doubt he loves Ron. The Malfoys' are much like Flints', arrogant and extremely formal. Very cunning, too. But the reactions he's seen in Draco have almost completely squashed these ideas in his mind. But… only within Ron's company.

Ron sighed, looking at Percy, "I'm sorry… I know you're already having troubles of your own, and here I am making things worse…"

Percy shook his head, "No, actually, you've cleared up my head." He smiled at Ron, "You make an incredible companion."

Draco glared at Percy.

He held up his hands, "I meant, an incredible friend."

Draco snorted, "Redheads."

The twins, despite the indirect insult, chuckled before standing up, "We'll be leaving."

Ron nodded, getting up, "I'll show you out."

George turned to Percy, "Will you be back?"

Percy nodded, "Yes. Maybe later tonight."

Fred smiled, "All right. We'll see what we can do with dinner."

Percy laughed, "Don't burn down the kitchen!"

Draco raised an eyebrow, "You don't have servants?"

George shook his head, "No, we do. But Percy usually cooks for us. Our mother is rather… well, you know."

Draco nodded, resuming his work again.

George smirked, "Well, Percy… we'll see you later. Thanks for telling us, Ron!"

Ron nodded, "It was all I could do, really."

Fred gave Ron a hug, "Come by sometime!"

Feeling someone look at him, Fred released Ron quickly, "Er… well, bye, Prince Draco!"

Draco continued his glare, "Farewell."

Ron led them out.

Percy fidgeted, now alone with Draco.

But all the Prince did was absorb himself into his scrolls.

…sfs…

It was a little after noon when Fred and George got back home. They were greeted with an excited Ginny, "Is Percy with you?"

Fred shook his head, "No. He said he won't come back."

Ginny gasped, "Why not?"

George shook his head too, "I'm afraid he really does hate you."

A knock interrupted their taunting, Fred moved back to open the door.

They all gaped, "Prince Oliver!"

Ginny glared at him when she recovered, "Give back Percy!"

George slapped a hand over her mouth and shoved her into the study, "Good afternoon, Prince Oliver! What brings you hear?" He said stiffly, closing the doors to keep Ginny in.

Oliver looked at them oddly, "I'm here to speak with Percy. Is he here?"

A muffled shout came through the doors from Ginny, "WE KNOW EVERYTHING! GIVE HIM BACK! KIDNAPPER!"

Oliver raised an eyebrow. George laughed nervously, "Oh… it must be the weather, she's sick…"

Oliver nodded, "Oh, I'm sorry."

George shook his head, "She was born that way… not anyone's fault."

Oliver nodded.

Fred hadn't spoken yet, his face grim. George glanced at him, "Fred?"

Fred spoke tersely, "So Prince," Oliver looked surprise by his tone and informal address, "Did you get your galleons?"

Oliver looked alarmed, "What?"

Fred narrowed his eyes, he didn't understand what the others were saying before, but he did get the message, "Did you get your 145 galleons from Prince Marcus?"

Oliver gaped, he recovered quickly, "Where did you hear about that?"

George scowled, "So it's true?"

Oliver tensed, "Does Percy know? I want to speak to Percy, it's not what you think!"

Fred crossed his arms, "You're sick. Playing with people for money. Leave."

Oliver glared, "Its. Not. What. You. Think."

George watched him, "And what is it then?"

"It wasn't just a bet! I really do like Percy. I want to talk to him."

"Really?"

Oliver sighed, "If I knew he got word from all this, I would have come sooner…"

Fred relaxed a bit, "Well… he's not here."

"Where is he?"

"He's at the Malfoy Castle right now."

"What's he doing there?"

Before George could continue, Fred cut in, glaring at his twin, "Percy's at the Marketplace."

"Oh… so he's not with Malfoy?"

Fred laughed, his face stiff, "Of course not! What would he be doing there? They hate half-bloods! They wouldn't even let him into the castle!"

Oliver nodded, "Yes. I thought you were serious for a moment!"

They heard a couple of pops outside the door.

Fred cringed.

And the door opened.

TBC…

Oblivion: Sorry guys, another cliffhanger, I'm actually pretty psyched about writing the next chapter… BUT, I won't give anything away! Review please! (Hope you liked this chapter!) Oh… what do you guys think about MPreg…? A no… or… a yes? And if you choose yes… Percy or Ron? The answer is crucial! Please answer in a review! Pllleeeeeaaaase?