Percinder: Chapter 7

By Oblivion, the Macabress

Boy, cliffhangers… well, rest assured, my cliffhangers (at least in this story) won't be cliffhangers for long!

Hmm… let's see, I got about a half-and-half on the MPreg. Reviewers would love Percy, E-mailers love Ron. So… I guess…. Hmmm…. Both? I have to sit down and think up some plots before I even go there. Anyhoo….

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Percinder: Chapter 7

After two sighs, a scream, and a gulp, they all opted to stare at the people standing at the door.

Ron crossed his arms, "Prince Oliver?"

Percy wrinkled his eyebrows, "What are you doing in my house?"

Draco snorted, "Come for forgiveness have you? You crumble like a rat in a lion's paw."

Oliver ignored the comment, "Percy… you have to listen to me."

Ginny ran up to Percy, and for the first time in five years, she gave him a tight hug.

Surprised, but pleased, Percy returned it, but didn't look at her, he half-glared at Oliver (Note: Is that possible?), "I'm listening."

Oliver fidgeted, "Can you listen… somewhere… private?"

Percy held his chin up, "Everyone here has the right to know."

Oliver sighed, "All right…" His accent thickened slightly, "Look. I saw you, Marcus saw you, we both liked what we saw. We noticed that both of us liked what we saw. Hated each other for having to share what we saw. We made a bet about who would be the lucky bastard that would be able to capture the person that we both saw. And… you were the person we saw…"

Ginny was quickly confused, embarrassed, she silently went to the study where she could hide but still be able to hear.

The twins shook their heads, bewildered by the Prince's lack of vocabulary. The Prince was supposed to be… better? But given the situation, they would be stuttering idiots too.

Draco raised an eyebrow, but didn't speak, he looked around for a seat instead. Finding it he moved towards it and sat down, leaning back comfortably. He crossed his arms behind his head and smirked, waiting for someone to speak.

Percy tried to put the little sentences together, after a moment, he looked up, "You guys are so immature."

Oliver raised his hands, "You don't understand…"

"I do understand."

Oliver quickly amended, "You understand, completely!"

The twins laughed.

Oliver continued, "Please forgive me."

Percy narrowed an eye, contemplating. On one hand, he loved the power he suddenly had, but on the other, he really wasn't over the whole ordeal. He shook his head, "Leave, Oliver."

The Prince froze.

Percy shook his head, "I'll think about it. I just want to rest now."

Oliver nodded quickly, "All right! All right! That works, I'll come by tomorrow!"

Fred cut in, "Two days."

Oliver nodded again, "Two days!"

Percy suppressed a laugh, he kept his emotionless face, "Fine. Two days. Twelve. No later, no sooner."

"Right!"

Draco couldn't help it, "What are you waiting for? Be gone!"

Oliver jumped, running out the door.

Draco cracked up so hard he almost fell out of the chair, "That was priceless."

George didn't laugh as the others joined the Prince, he scowled, "That was the Prince of our Kingdom that you just played."

Fred stopped laughing, "Why are you so gloom all of a sudden?"

"You made a fool of him in front of the heir to the Malfoy throne."

Draco laughed again, "Utterly."

Percy looked guilty.

Ron shook his head, "He deserved it! He placed a bet, fooled around with you!"

George, apparently sober and on Oliver's side, "No, he didn't fool around, I don't think."

Fred sighed, "What are you up to George?"

Percy watched the twins, it was very rare when the twins disagreed, George sighed too, "I'm not up to anything. Oliver deserves some respect…"

"You laughed too!"

"It was funny at the time. But Oliver does seem like he truly does have some feeling for Percy. Why else would he come here in person? Groveling like a peasant?"

Fred nodded, "Makes a bit of sense there, George…" He paused, "Who are you and what have you done with my dearest brother?"

They all laughed.

…sfs…

"Prince Oliver… there is someone waiting for you."

"Someone?"

"Prince Marcus from the Slytherin kingdom."

"What?"

The servant cowered when the Prince raised his voice, "I haven't a clue, my Prince… no clue at all!"

Oliver relaxed, "Sorry… Show me to him."

When they entered the large hall, they were greeted with five royal guards and a very cocky looking Prince.

Oliver scowled as the servant left, "You. Have you any idea what you've gotten me into?"

Marcus laughed, "Of course."

Oliver growled, "Go away. The bet is off… you don't have to give me any galleons…"

Marcus snorted, "Me? Give you galleons? You must be joking. The bet isn't off, now pay me my 145."

Oliver raised an eyebrow, "What?"

"Percy stayed passed Midnight at my Ball. That was the bet. He chose me."

Oliver gave a bitter laugh, "Do you really think I'm that stupid? Percy came to mine, and he left just about Midnight."

Marcus narrowed his eyes, "Don't be a sore loser, give me the galleons."

Oliver crossed his arms, "Don't be ridiculous. You're the sore loser."

"He came to my ball."

"No, he came to mine. Its hard to lie when I saw him myself."

"I danced with him."

"As did I."

After another few minutes of arguing, they stopped, both confused.

One of the guards spoke, "I saw him myself. He was at Prince Marcus' ball."

Oliver threw his hands up, "I have a whole castle full of witnesses as well."

The guard slumped.

Marcus gave Oliver a look, "Are you toying with me?"

Oliver straightened his back, "No. He was at my ball. With Ron."

"He was at mine… with Draco."

They both watched each other, finding no flaw, they both relaxed their expressions.

Feeling a bit cooperative and constructive, Marcus voiced his thoughts, "Something's… going on here…"

Oliver nodded, "He… was a bit rushed going home…"

Marcus nodded, "He literally ripped himself away from me at Midnight… Draco was being a bit odd too. He never acted that way towards me…" Marcus's eyes widened, "Wait! Ron… is he a redhead… kind of sort…"

"Yes. He's a Fairy."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, "Obviously."

"He knows magick, you git."

"Well… he popped out of nowhere."

"Sounds like him."

"And they all disappeared before my eyes!"

Oliver held up a hand, "Look. That's all in the past. We need to think about this…"

"Why don't we just go to his house?"

Oliver's face would have turned bright red, but being in front of his rival, he repressed it, he spoke, his voice hard, "We should wait another two days."

"Why?"

Oliver didn't miss a beat, "I went by his house today. They said he won't be back until then."

"And you believed them?"

"Of course not, but we shouldn't give them a reason to flee. Let them think we haven't caught on. That is…" Oliver gave Marcus a look, "If Percy really was at your ball."

"And if he was at yours."

They glared a bit more.

Finally, they stepped up to each other. Facing off a bit, they both nodded, shaking hands, "Two days."

TBC…

Oblivion: Yay! Another Chapter down (short, but finished)! And X numbers to go! Review please! Tell me more about your MPreg preference! I do know one thing for sure for the next chapter though, Draco better put on his battle gear, because Harry's going to want a showdown!