Percinder: Chapter 10: Part B

By Oblivion, the Macabress

AHHH! Sorry for the delay! I'm really working hard to keep up! Really I am! Work has gotten really messy, and we're trying to fix it! I might be little late for the next few weeks! Also, July 9-July 17, I will be at an Army Camp! Wish me luck! But here's what I conjured up!

Percinder: Chapter 10: Part B

It was hard to decipher the sounds Ron was uttering from behind him.

But a quick stealthy glance solved that mystery. Draco inwardly smirked, serves him right, no one says no to me

Draco had left the meeting at the Weasley household alone. He had to come himself later that day to drag Ron back to his castle. And quite literally at that.

Since King Malfoy wasn't very fond of the Gryffindor kingdom, Draco could not ride there. And without Ron, apparating was out of the question.

Let's just say it was a very long way home for both of them.

It was hard to tell who was more tired though. Ron, who was kicking and screaming the whole time while being dragged back. Or Draco, who did the dragging. But nevertheless, they were both wiped when they finally reached home.

"Stop whining. It was your own fault. You could have jump stood up and walked."

Ron glared at him, "Easy for YOU to say! I didn't even get the chance to tell you to stop!"

Draco snorted, "Why did you stay there anyways?"

Ron looked away, changing out of his tattered cloths, "I wanted to stay with Percy!"

"Why? He's older than you, he can handle it."

Ron sighed, throwing the clothes aside, "I know. But he's getting it bad!"

"His own fault."

"You are so heartless!"

Draco mentally counted, yep, that would be the twentieth time Ron said that, "Yes. I am."

Ron sighed again, "Look at my clothes!" The pile of ripped cloth was dirty and torn from being dragged across almost five leagues of dirt road, he glared at the Prince, "You could have carried me!"

Draco laughed.

"You're so unromantic!"

"You know… you are very judgmental…"

"Shut up! I'm not judgmental, you're just mean!" Noticing his mistake, Ron crossed his arms and pouted as Draco continued to laugh.

…sfs…

Percy covered his head with his pillow.

"Open up!"

He buried himself further, "Go away!"

Fred called through the door, "We have your breakfast! You have to eat!"

Percy dropped his pillow in shock, "You made breakfast?"

He heard George laugh, "You know, we aren't as stupid as we tell you we are…. We can actually cook better than you!"

"You cooked breakfast for the whole family?"

"No. Just you!"

Percy couldn't help but smile, he opened the door, smelling the delicious meal before him, he stepped aside to let the twins in, "What are you two up to?"

"Nothing. We just want to know what you've decided."

Percy scowled, "Don't remind me!"

"We have to! You're kind of on a deadline."

"Since when?"

Fred shrugged, "I doubt they will wait that long…"

George chuckled, "At least not, Prince Oliver. He's known for being…"

"Can we not talk about them? Please?"

They ignored him, Fred cocked his head to the side, "You know, Oliver really is handsome…"

Percy rolled his eyes, "You don't even like men."

George shrugged, "Well, if straight guys think he's hot, then he must be!"

"What about Marcus?"

Fred held his hand to mouth, "He's evil!"

Percy laughed, "Is he now?"

"He's from Slytherin! Even worse, he's the heir!"

Percy shrugged, "That's not very fair…"

"Wait… is he the one you like?"

Percy shook his head quickly, "No! I don't think I could ever keep up with him…"

"Oliver?"

Percy looked down, "I… he's nice. I get along with him…"

"So what's the problem?"

Percy stared at his hands, "What do you think?"

George gave him a look, "Are you sure you really want to know that?"

Percy laughed, but the humor was flat, "Believe it or not, I do…."

"Oliver is a great guy."

Percy looked up, "That's the problem!"

"It's a problem that he's great?"

Fred gaped, "I knew it! You are into abusive guys with long-" (REFER TO PREVIOUS CHAPTERS hahahahaha)

Percy held his ears, "No! Its not that!"

"Then what is it?"

"He's a Prince."

"And?"

"He's the future King!"

George gave him another look, "That still doesn't answer the question And?"

"I'm not. I'm a son of a Lord An assassin!"

Fred switched back to his newly developed side, "Do you really think he cares about that? If that mattered, would he have even invited you to his ball? Would he have come in person to apologize?"

Percy shook his head, "He may not. But the King does have a say in this!"

"The King is an open-minded man."

"With the people!" Percy cried.

"Yes!"

Percy shook his head again, "That's the point! The people aren't involved with his son!"

"So?"

"He needs an heir!"

"Adopt."

"It doesn't work that way!"

"Why not?"

Percy held his head.

…sfs…

Oliver paced. His long strides taking him back and forth, in and around his chamber. His thoughts were running wild. He ran a hand through his hair (Note: I love imagining Oliver go that!).

His confused thoughts left him shaking.

"HELP!"

Ripped from his trance, Oliver ran out his door, "Who is it?"

"Prince Oliver! Help!"

He noticed a few maids covering their mouths, staring frightened out an open window. He ran up to them, "What's going on?"

One of them pointed screaming, "My baby!"

He quickly ran to the window, sticking his head out, he noticed a baby sitting at the ledge, giggling. He gaped, he climbed out and started to crawl towards it. Suddenly, the window shut loudly behind him, leaving him stranded out on the ledge, he glanced back. Surprised, he shook his head, looking back forward.

The baby was gone.

Shocked, he looked down, watching in horror. The baby was over the ledge and was already falling.

Oliver reached down quickly, trying to grasp its clothing.

He lost his balance.

When he was found, there was no baby.

…sfs Two Days Later sfs…

Fred stared sadly at Percy's door, news of Oliver's accident spread like wildfire throughout the kingdom. But they all knew it wasn't an accident.

Actually, they knew too well.

George shook his head, "Of all people… it had to be Oliver…"

Fred leaned against the door, "Percy must be killing himself in there…"

"I know… knowing that the one you love was almost killed by your own father…"

"He was hired to though…"

"Still."

…sfs…

Draco looked indifferently at the letter in his hands, it was from the twins.

Ron grabbed it, "What's this?"

Draco walked away, letting Ron finish it. Once he heard a cry of disbelief, he spoke over his shoulder, "Let's go."

"Right!"

TBC…

Hope this is an okay start of the "climax", hahahahahaha. Review please! And sorry for the lateness! (But believe me, I really am trying!)