Percinder: Chapter 8

By Oblivion, the Macabress

Wow, this chapter will be tough to write, that's for sure. Oh! I actually finished this tonight, I thought it would have taken longer. I'm also starting to continue my other story "Jealous Obsession" with Draco and Ron. Hopefully it will be worthwhile!

Thanks for the reviews! They are a big help!

I'm getting a lot of MPreg answers as well, looks like Ron's in the lead!

Percinder: Chapter 8

The young servant glanced around the corner, her heart beating fast.

Prince Oliver was here! Here, in the Slytherin Castle! Never before has this happened! Ever! A Gryffindor prince and a Slytherin prince on friendly terms? Never!

Oh… she lifted her hand to her forehead feeling light-headed… what a gorgeous pair…

Someone cleared his throat, "Emily?"

She jumped, grabbing her bonnet before it fell over, "Sir!"

"What are you doing?"

"Ah… sir… I was…"

"Get back to work!"

"Yes sir!"

The higher servant raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl run down the hallway to her duties, he walked towards the Prince's room, "My Prince?" He knocked.

The door slowly opened, "Enter."

He walked in and bowed to the two royals.

Marcus sat up, "Is it time?"

"Yes, my Prince."

"Good. Get the carriage ready. We will be heading towards Gryffindor."

"My Prince?" The confused man didn't know what to do.

Marcus sneered, "Don't question me! How did you think Prince Oliver was going to go back? Tell the King I will be staying the night there."

"Of course… I will go immediately, Prince Marcus." Once the servant got to the door, they watched the man run down the hallway to obey the command.

Oliver shook his head, "What a hectic kingdom you live in."

"Yes. But I do live in it."

They both stood up. No longer awkward in each other's presence; they were at a momentary truce until they get some information from Percy.

"Let's go."

"How do you plan to break the news to dear Percy tomorrow?"

Oliver twitched, "I don't know…. The twins weren't very friendly… they know about the bet."

"Great. Just what we need. Meddling siblings."

Oliver shut his eyes, "Oh… that reminds me…" He opened them, giving Marcus a look, "Avoid his little sister. She bites."

"Lovely."

…sfs…

Life… sucks. Ron glanced up to Draco, who was currently scolding him.

"Why do you always do these things? Going off without telling me? Do you have any idea how troublesome-"

Ron gaped, "Troublesome?" After a few hours of being yelled at, one does obtain a shorter fuse, "What? Am I some kind of burden you'd like to get rid of?"

"Yes!"

Ron's mouth dropped even lower, "What?"

Draco paused, "No…"

"You just said yes!"

"It just came out…"

"That means you were thinking it!"

"No I wasn't…"

Ron stood up, frowning, "You're impossible!"

Draco crossed his arms, "I am not. You are the one-"

"I'm always the one! No matter what it is!"

Watching the steaming redhead, Draco felt his irritation boil, "Because it always starts with you going off doing something stupid!"

"All I did was go out to the marketplace to get some candy!"

"Yes! And you didn't even tell me, I almost launched a fleet of men!"

Ron scowled, "And that's my fault? You're too protective!" Ron held up his chin, "You act as if I'm some sort of property of yours. There to do with as you please and when you're done, you drop me like I'm some kind of reptile! You scold at me for being myself!"

Draco growled, "And what? You'd rather be with Potter?"

Ron growled back, "If that means I have my freedom!"

"And what kind of freedom could he give you? He has nothing to offer! At least I don't go off buggering some girl while you're enjoying that freedom of yours!"

"Ah! He didn't yell at me all the time! Unlike you!"

"Fine then, if you like him so much, go to him then!"

"Fine!" Ron disapparated.

With the resounding pop echoing against his walls, Draco blinked. Surprised that Ron called his bluff.

He looked around, "Er… Ron?"

…sfs…

Harry looked up when he heard a familiar sound, "Ron?"

Ron immediately ran to him, "Harry!" The boy hugged him tightly, breaking down horribly.

"Ron? What's wrong!"

When Harry's arms encircled him back, Ron buried his head into the other boy's broader chest, "Draco! He's so mean!"

Harry narrowed his eyes, "Did he hit you?"

"No! He yelled at me for no good reason! He always does!"

Harry nodded, patting Ron's back soothingly, "Yes. Well, he's a Malfoy. It runs in the family…" Harry paused, "What… why did you come here?"

Ron looked up, his eyes red and puffy, "He told me to!"

"What!"

Ron sniffled, "He said if you were so much better than him, then I should go to you… so I did."

"Better than him?"

"Yes. We had a huge argument…" Ron cried again, "Oh… what am I going to do, Harry?"

"What do you mean?" Harry looked at him hopefully, "Are you coming back to me?"

Ron shook his head, "Not that Harry! What am I going to do with Draco… oh… I feel so helpless… do you think I ruined things?"

"Ruined… things? Isn't that a good thing?"

"No! I don't want to ruin things between us…" Ron sat down, crestfallen, "I love him so much…"

Harry raised an eyebrow, "Why? You said he was mean to you! Always yelling at you for no reason at all!"

Ron nodded, "But that's just the way he is…"

"That's bad! That's a sign of future abuse!"

"No its not. Draco never hits me. Ever."

"He will! When he discovers that you really did come here, he will beat you up! Malfoy's are all possessive types."

"No… they are-"

"Didn't you just sob about him a moment ago? Now your defending him?"

Ron just held his head, his eyes watering.

Harry sighed, "Don't go back. Stay here."

Ron cocked an eyebrow, giving Harry a funny look, "You're not going to try anything… are you?"

Harry shook his head, "I promise I won't touch you unless it's mutual between us, okay? Just… stay here."

Ron nodded, sighing, "I don't have much of a choice anyway… Draco's probably having a field day. With me gone. He said I was a burden… I guess it might mean the end for us…" Ron's sad expression clinched Harry heart, but it didn't stop him from smirking. An opening at last…

Unfortunately, neither of them knew that Draco was already on a horse, speeding towards them. Poor Harry… or… maybe poor Draco?

…sfs…

Oliver yawned, causing Marcus to do the same.

Marcus glared at him, "Don't do that."

"Why?"

"It's contagious."

"It's not like it will kill you."

Marcus continued his glare, "Let's just plan this out and go to bed. I'm bloody tired."

"I know, me too."

"Before we even start, we have to get some things straight."

Oliver nodded, "I agree. Beginning with our feelings towards Percy."

Marcus leaned back, "Mine are strong."

"As are mine."

"That's bad."

"Yes… it is…"

…sfs…

Fred tapped his foot.

George stared at him, "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Did you think of something yet?"

"Why is it suddenly my job to think up a plan?"

"I don't know, because it's always been that way?"

"No it hasn't."

The last occupant in the room shook his head, "No. It really has always been that way."

"Shut up Percy! No one asked you!"

George crossed his arms, "Don't yell at him! He has enough on his mind."

Fred exhaled loudly, "This is a disaster… why did we even agree to this?"

Percy narrowed his eyes, "You were the ones who said two days! Now look at us…"

"It was better than him coming the next day!"

Percy sighed heavily, "This is… disastrous."

"Don't we know it."

…sfs…

"So… I go in first? And then you knock, and you enter too?"

"Yes."

"And then you demand to know why I was doing there?"

"Mm hm."

"And we mock fight, and find out about the weird notion."

"Yes, yes."

Marcus nodded, "Hmm… sounds like a plan… but… how are we going to pull this off?"

Oliver shrugged.

Marcus held his chin, deep in thought. He nodded to himself, "How about… when you come in, you act monstrous?"

"Why?"

"That way we can start that fight."

"But that makes me look bad."

"So?"

Oliver shook his head, "No! Percy will think I'm a horrible person!"

Marcus snorted, "Percy? He's a wild man, he can handle it."

"Wild?" Oliver laughed, "He blushes at the merest of things!"

Marcus crossed his arms, "Pu-lease, he was dirty dancing at my ball."

Oliver shook his head, "No. We slow danced on a balcony under the stars."

They glared at each other.

Something tells me they're back in square one.

…sfs…

Harry watched Ron carefully, "You seriously lost any good feeling towards me?"

Ron smiled, "No, Harry. You're right… I can't just stop loving someone. But… I can't be with you anymore. I love you… as a friend. I can't imagine doing… anything with you anymore… its almost like incest."

Harry sighed, "Guess I really screwed things up, huh?"

Ron shook his head, "No, Harry. I… I still don't understand why you did it. But… I guess it would have happened anyway."

"No. If I could reverse everything… I would! If I knew that this was the consequence, I wouldn't have done it, Ron. I wouldn't have. I loved you… I still love you."

Ron stood up, walking towards a window, "Don't, Harry. I have too much on my mind… I'm sorry."

"Can't you just give me another chance?"

"No. He can't."

They both jumped, startled. They turned to face the door.

Ron gasped, "Draco…"

Draco Malfoy stood there, leaning casually against the door frame, his arms crossed. His silhouette dark… and emitting an even darker aura.

Harry stood up, getting between the other boy and Ron, "Malfoy. What are you doing here?" He glared, "And how?"

Draco uncrossed his arm, reaching back into the darkness, and pulled out a terrified man, throwing him onto the ground, "He let me in."

Harry looked at the man, it was his bodyguard, the large man was bloody and bruised.

Ron gasped, running to check on him, "Sir? Sir? Are you all right?"

Before Harry could react, Draco reached forward and grabbed Ron's arm, "You're coming back with me."

Harry grabbed the other arm, "Stop it."

Draco growled, "Let him go. Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're that wicked Adviser's son, and with a father like that, Ron shouldn't be anywhere near you."

Ron glanced at them, "What?"

Draco laughed harshly, "That Adviser Potter… sexually molested plenty of young maidens… certainly, his son picked up a thing or two?"

Harry glared.

Draco pulled Ron towards him, "I bet… Potter had slipped something in your drink, Ron… once you've fainted… he would have…" Draco looked pointedly into the redhead's eyes, "Had his way with you… He's mentally ill after all…"

Ron trembled, "What are you doing Draco…?"

Draco roughly yanked Ron out of Harry's shocked-still hands, "Getting you away from this freak."

Draco dragged him away through the doors.

Harry moved forward, ripping Ron from his grasp, "I don't think so."

Ron pulled Harry away from Draco, "Harry! No. I'm going to go with him, we'll work something out. Don't worry about me."

Harry glared at him, making Ron take a step back, "Worry? You're running away with some man, and you tell me not to worry?" His eyes held something… crazy.

"He's not some man! He's my lover!"

Harry slapped him, "Don't ever say that again! I'm your lover! Me! You love me!"

Draco's silver eyes suddenly glowed, "How dare you touch him!" Draco grabbed Harry's neck, throwing him against the wall, bringing his fist down and shoving it hard into Harry's nose.

"Ah!" Harry's nose started to bleed; grabbing it, Harry used his other arm, and brought his elbow hard against the side of Draco's face. The Prince staggered back, shaking his head to clear it.

Ron was frozen, "Stop!"

But they heard nothing, punching, throwing each other around. Beating the hell out of the other until they were both tattered and bleeding.

Ron sobbed, "Stop it!"

Draco grabbed both sides of Harry's head, and slammed it into his knee, and pushed him hard. Harry flew back against a table, knocking out their only source of light.

Dark now, Ron screamed, "STOP IT! BOTH OF YOU!"

Harry growled, and tackled Ron, pinning his arms down against the ground, moving his lips over the other boy's unwilling ones. Ron tried to move his face away, but Harry kept it still, his hands roaming.

Hearing muffled sounds of terror from one person and heavy breathing from another, Draco's pupils adjusted quickly to the darkness. He searched the room, "Ron!"

"Hmahha… aha… stopdiadit!"

A sound of someone pushing and the sound of rustling clothing made Draco's ear twitch, he followed the sounds until his foot hit something soft. Reaching blindly down, he grabbed a mop of thick hair. The texture not as soft and silky as Ron's. Draco smirked, tightening his fist until a yell of pain reached his ears, he pulled and whipped the body around. Again, sounds of something heavy colliding with the wall made the table shudder. Finally, someone fell limply to the ground.

Draco found the light again and lit it. The room brightened.

He looked at Ron, the boy was sitting on the floor, his lips puffy from abuse and his clothes rumpled. Draco frowned, glaring at the lax body of Harry Potter on the floor.

He slowly knelt down to Ron, giving him a gentle hug, soothingly rubbing his back, "You're safe…"

Ron hugged him tightly, "Draco!"

"Yes. I know," Draco said, softly shushing him.

Ron looked up, "You're bleeding!"

"It doesn't matter. Are you all right?"

Ron nodded, "I'm fine… we have to clean you up!"

Draco stood up, pulling Ron with him, "Let's just get back home first."

"No! You're losing blood."

"Let's go."

"Why don't we go to Percy's?"

Draco sighed, "Why don't we just apparate to my room?"

"Oliver is coming by their house tomorrow. We can just stay there and avoid any more movement. Even if we apparate, Malfoy Castle is still a long ways away."

"Ron…"

"Please?"

Not being able to resist the pout, Draco nodded, "Whatever. Let's just get out of here."

…sfs…

Percy glanced at the twins, "This isn't working. We've been sitting here all night. And yet, we still have no plan."

"What can we plan? Nothing!"

Someone knocked.

Fred raised an eyebrow, "Bloody hell. It's half-past midnight, who the hell would be knocking at this hour?"

"I'll get it." Percy walked to the door, opening it enough to peek out. What he saw made him, yelp, flinging the door open, "What happened?"

Fred and George quickly ran out, "What's wrong, who is it?"

Percy helped the two in, "What happened to Draco?"

Ron shook his head, "He had a 'bout with Harry."

"Harry did that?"

Ron couldn't help but laugh, "If you think this is bad, you should have seen what Draco did to Harry."

"Where is he?"

Draco snorted, "On the floor bleeding to death in his room."

Percy gaped, "You didn't?"

"Oh, I did."

…sfs…

Oliver sighed with frustration, "Why do I have to be the bad guy? You be the bad guy!"

"No way! I'm not stupid!"

"Merlin!"

They both slumped in their seats.

"How about we just do whatever? I mean, as long as we have the basics down?"

"Like?"

"Like… you go in first, I come second. We fight. We find out that Percy was at both parties. We switch our attention to him. And voila!"

Marcus sighed, "Fine."

Oliver nodded, yawning, "Good. I'm beat. I'll see you in the morning."

"If I knew we'd end up with the same shit, I would have gone to bed five hours ago."

Oliver glared at him, "Stop being such a pessimist."

"Oooh, big word."

"Shut up."

Marcus stood up, stretching, "See you in the morning, Wood."

"Same here," Oliver moved to the door, "Don't do anything stupid. The Adviser is always around… he never sleeps you know."

Marcus laughed, "I bet he's hunting."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

"Flint… you're weird."

"No. You're just an idiot."

TBC…

Oblivion: Yay! Hope you liked it! I'm fully considering the Ron MPreg right now. But much needs to be planned, so, until another day!