Percinder: Chapter 9

By Oblivion, the Macabress

Phew! That was awful close! Wow, chapter 9… I never thought about going so far into the story… well… it lơks like Ron is still winning for the MPreg role.

As you can all see, this Cinderella tale has yet to happen (Guess what? The real plot hasn't started yet…)

I got an e-mail telling me this has nothing to do with Cinderella. And I wholeheartedly agree! BUT… I haven't gotten to writing that part yet hahahaha.

SPOILER:

(SKIP THIS PART IF YOU DON'T WANT TO SPOIL THE STORY!)

The real Cinderella tale doesn't start until Oliver loses his memory! AHHH! His father then wants him to immediately marry! He has a Ball set for Oliver. Percy, not hearing from the Prince of his Dreams, is heartbroken. But he wants to see Oliver, one last time. He goes to the Ball, only to not be recognized by Oliver. He has no deadline (meaning, he doesn't have to leave at Midnight), but when the clock strikes 12, the sound startles him so much that he flees, leaving a star-struck Oliver behind. He drops a sapphire gem. Oliver sets out to find the beauty with the exact same eye color as the gem! Thanks to Ron, the gem is the exact color of Percy's eyes, and one of its kind. The journey begins! (This is also the overview of Chapter 9 through 11!)

I HOPE THAT ANSWERS YOUR QUESTIONS!

Percinder: Chapter 9

The next morning was hysterical, for everyone.

Oliver looked at himself once again, his clothes just as perfect as the last time he checked. He refrained from biting his fingernails, his hands shaking.

"Wood?"

"What?"

Marcus glared at him from his seat, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I don't know…"

"Well, if you're done, can we leave now? It's almost twelve."

Percy's voice echoed eerily in Oliver's head, No later, no sooner. Oliver held his head, "This is horrible… what are we going to do?"

Marcus yawned, "Why don't we just ask him straight out? Wouldn't that be easier? I mean, if he really was at both, he'd be too busy freaking out to worry about how we figured it out."

Oliver nodded, "Right… well, let's go…"

Marcus raised an eyebrow at Oliver's quivering voice, "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing."

Marcus crossed his arms, "You know what? Never mind. Let's go. I want to know what's going on."

…sfs…

A blonde and four redheads started blankly at the Grandfather clock. The seconds ticking slowly by.

George blinked, "Wow… I never knew a minute was so long…"

Draco shrugged, "Same shit."

Percy bit his lip, "Do you think he's coming?"

Ron laughed, "Of course he's coming! He's not stupid! Besides, he's head over heels!"

Fred just leaned back without a comment, his scowl deepening.

George nudged him, "What's wrong?"

"I don't know… but something is."

George stared at him, "Huh?"

"Go away."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Can't we just sit here in complete silence?"

With that comment, everyone sat still. Their mouths shut.

After about 30 seconds, Ron broke it, "I'm bored."

Draco sighed, "Guess not."

Ron rubbed his eyes, "You'd think he'd come a little earlier."

Fred looked at Percy, "Well, it looks like he kept your words in mind."

Percy shook his head, "I can't believe this…"

…sfs…

Marcus glanced at Oliver, "Why are we sitting outside?"

"Huh?"

"Why are we sitting outside?"

"What do you mean?"

Marcus restrained himself from strangling the other prince, "We're outside Percy's house. Why the hell are we not inside?"

Oliver looked at his pocket watch, he gave Marcus a look, "It's not twelve yet."

Marcus gave him a weird look, "That matters… why?"

"I'm superstitious. Noon is a lucky hour."

Marcus heaved a sigh, "No wonder my father told me to keep my distance… you're all freaks."

…sfs…

When the hand finally reached Twelve, a knock rang from the door.

George ran to open it, "Good evening, Prince Marcus," He paused, confused, "Prince Marcus?"

Marcus glared down at George, "You are?"

"George. Percy's brother."

Marcus nodded, "Where's Percy?"

"Inside. What are you doing here?"

"To see Percy."

George nodded, but didn't let him in, "Sorry there, Prince Marcus. We're expecting company."

Marcus raised an eyebrow, Oliver appeared behind him, "Hey George. Can you let us in?"

George watched them, he looked over his shoulder, after seeing a nod from Percy, he stepped aside, "Do come in."

Marcus walked in first, George pointed to a room, and he headed that direction.

Upon entering, he saw Fred; raising a surprised eyebrow, he inquired, "Are you a fairy or something?"

Fred started, but quickly grinned, "I'm sorry, Prince Marcus, you aren't my type."

Marcus glared at him.

Oliver tapped Marcus on the shoulder, "They're twins. George is still behind us."

"Oh."

George walked in from behind them, grinning, "That's Fred."

"Oh."

Oliver smirked, looking around at the familiar faces, "Hello."

Percy smiled, "Hi."

The others just waved.

Ron glared at Marcus, "What are you doing here?"

Marcus resisted his sneer and answered, "I want answers."

Percy gaped, "Answers? We're the ones that want answers!"

Marcus closed his eyes, breathing in deeply. He opened his eyes, moving towards Percy, "We know you were at both parties."

Ron gaped, "You what?"

Draco glanced at Ron, before looking at Marcus, "So you guys are working together for once…" He stood up, "What a pity…"

"Pity?"

Draco didn't answer, walking around the chair to sit beside Ron, "Yes. A pity."

Ignoring the odd comment, Oliver spoke, "Percy, the bet honestly meant nothing."

"We didn't even go through with it," Marcus added.

Oliver shrugged, "Not that we could."

"Yeah, since we found out you were at both."

"Were you?"

Draco smirked, "You sound like twins."

He received four identical glares, his smirk only widened.

Percy looked awkwardly to Ron, "Um…"

Ron spoke up, "Yes. He was."

"How? I didn't know you could split a person."

Draco answered, "What you two witnessed was a separation of personalities. Oliver was given the innocent side of Percy, and Marcus, the not so innocent side."

"Well that makes sense," Oliver started, "I knew something was wrong."

Marcus leaned back against the wall, "I had my suspicions. Not that I didn't like it."

Percy blushed.

Oliver gave a reprieving look at Marcus, "Hey. We made a deal, no hitting on Percy."

"It's hard to resist such a gorgeous being."

Percy hid his face, Oliver answered, "Yes. But said gorgeous being has yet to make a decision between us."

Percy immediately looked up, "What?"

Marcus faced him, "You must choose between us."

"Why?"

Oliver shrugged, "Don't you want to live happily ever after with one of us?"

Percy fidgeted, "Isn't that a bit too soon?"

"No," the princes answered in unison.

Ron stood up, "Stop being so demanding. We aren't even done with the whole discussion about that bet of yours."

Draco waved a hand, "Forget about the bet. Forget about the two Percy's. Forget about everything."

Oliver nodded, "Sounds good."

Ron narrowed his eyes, "Yeah, for you."

Marcus suddenly looked at Draco, finally noticing the scratches and bruises, "What in Merlin's name happened to you?"

Draco shrugged, "Potter."

"Potter swung at you?"

Draco chuckled, "He did."

Marcus smirked, understanding, "Is he dead?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Ron sat down, grabbing Draco's arm, "No one's killing Harry."

"And why not?"

"Because, he's an important person."

"To you?"

"No. To the kingdom."

"And what does this kingdom have to do with me? I'm a Malfoy. We'd gladly take over."

Ron punched his arm, "Stop it."

Draco watched his closely, "You know, Percy isn't the only one who needs to make a decision."

Fred's eyes turned curious, "What's going on between Harry and Prince Draco?"

Ron shook his head, "Nothing."

George tilted his head, "Nothing?"

Oliver laughed, "You know, if Ron was a maiden, all you'd have to do is impregnate him, to keep him. Too bad he's not." Oliver looked over to Percy, his expression turned sad, "Hmm…too bad indeed."

Draco's eyes lit up when Ron gulped, he leaned forward, "That's actually a good idea."

Ron shook his head quickly, "No! It's not!"

Marcus raised an eyebrow, "What's the fuss? It's not like he can."

Fred frowned, "Can he?"

Ron ducked his head, hiding.

"He can?"

Ron covered his ears, "It's not going to happen!"

Draco narrowed his left eye, "And why not?"

"Because!"

"Because you'd rather Harry to?"

Ron gaped at the implication, having his own weapon used against him wasn't fair! "No! I'm not going to have no baby! I'm not a woman!"

Draco leaned back again, "Make your decision quick, or I'll make it for you."

Ron glared at him.

TBC…

Oblivion: So, my decision has been made on the MPreg, obviously . Hope this cliffhanger was enough to actually keep you kind of interested. I have the spoiler to the continuation of this tale at the beginning. So if you're extremely curious, there it is. IF NOT, don't read it! Review please!