Percinder: Chapter 11: Part B

By Oblivion, the Macabress

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…sfs…

Percinder: Chapter 11: Part B

The night was young. The Castle of Gryffindor gleamed in the moonlight, the glitter on each maiden's dress made the structure twinkle and shimmer like the stars in the sky.

And it made Percy nauseous. He glared at everyone, stomping through the large doors. The ends of his tunic flipping behind him.

Draco looked around, his black tuxedo slick and pressed, he smirked, "How predictable," the whole ballroom was dressed fully in red and gold, he rolled his eyes as a few giggling girls walked by, "What a nuisance. Why do people hold these things anyway?"

Ron huffed, "Because. It makes the people happy…" He caught a young man eyeing Draco, he gaped and turned to his lover.

Draco shrugged.

Ron pouted, "A handsome guy was just eyeing you, and you don't care?"

Draco's usual smirk widened, "What? You want me to care?"

Ron flushed, "No. It…it…" he stopped and threw his arms up into the air, "ah! Nevermind."

Percy ignored them and accepted a glass of wine that a servant was handing out. He chugged it and threw the empty glass over his shoulder. He smiled, "Aaa, much better." Percy adjusted his white tunic and looked around. Fred and George had already wandered off once they caught sight of a group of young "foxy" ladies. Percy shuddered, he made a move towards the balcony when suddenly the lights shut off.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," the whole ballroom was dark, forcing everyone to turn towards the spotlight, the announcer smiled, "Welcome to Prince Oliver's ball!" Everyone cheered, "I introduce to you the King and Queen of Gryffindor!"

Behind the announcer a servant opened the doorway behind the three thrones, the King walked out with the Queen on his arm. Everyone cheered again, the announcer bowed to them and continued, "And… Prine OLIIIIIIVEEEEER!" (Note: Imagine the announcer in the NBA saying "Let's get ready to RUUUUUUUUUMBLEEEEE!")

All the girls squealed as Oliver walked out, his body decked out in a black military-like outfit; a tight black tunic with gold buttons and baggy, but pressed black pants tucked into black boots. A dark black cape completed his outfit. He bowed to the crowd as they cheered, the announcer stepped aside and let the Prince up to the spotlight.

Oliver smiled charmingly, a few girls fainted, "Thank you all for coming. As you all know, tonight I will find my soul mate," he paused to absorb more squeals, "And I look forward to dancing with every single one of you."

The room became deathly silent, a girl spoke out, "All of us?"

Oliver smirked, "Yes. All of you."

The cheering was so loud this time, the floor vibrated.

Oliver moved back and the announcer stepped up, "LET THE NIGHT BEGIN!"

…sfs…

Percy watched Oliver, confusion rocking his every nerve. What's going on? Oliver was… different. His stride was… so… confident. It's like… he's another person…

Fred tapped his shoulder, "You all right? You look like you swallowed a bloody slug."

George laughed, "He probably did."

Percy turned to look at them, "Did you guys see that? Oliver's not Oliver."

Fred raised an eyebrow, "I would love to agree, but I don't know what Oliver is, therefore I can't tell a difference."

George opened his mouth to speak, but froze, his eyes looking straight pass Percy's shoulder, "Bloody hell…"

Percy turned, Oliver had started dancing with a young maiden, she was blushing bright red as he held her close and waltzed her around. His eyes were sharp as he smiled and twirled her, he let her go to another man and grabbed the next girl in line.

Percy shook his head, "Impossible. He's really doing it."

"You should get in line." A voice sounded.

Percy turned to look at Harry Potter, "Why do you care?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't. But it would be wise." He left.

Ron ran towards him, "Percy! What did he say to you?"

Draco pulled him back, "Leave him alone," Draco motioned his head towards the long line, "How do you plan on getting to him?"

Percy shook his head, "I don't know… I don't know I should even try."

Ron gasped, "You have to! He loves you!"

Percy smiled, "I used to think so. Now I'm not too sure."

Ron looked over to the line. It was so long that the line coiled around the outskirts of the ballroom three times. He cocked his head to the side, "I need to get you in there…" He grabbed Percy's arm, "Come on…" He pulled Percy to the beginning of the line, as the others followed. A bitchy looking girl was next in line. Ron frowned, "hmmm…" He flicked finger towards her and her eyes glazed over, he walked up to her, "Do you mind if my friend went before you? He's in a hurry."

She nodded mechanically.

He smiled, "Thanks!"

Percy gaped at him, "you!"

"Shhhh! Just get in! We'll be watching you!" Ron pushed him into the line.

Percy watched in horror as they all moved to the back of the room.

…sfs…

Fred and George leaned against the wall, watching Oliver move a girl around, and around, and around… his dance with her was three times longer than any other person, and Percy was still waiting. At first they weren't worried. Until they saw the look on Oliver's face.

Fred hissed, "Look! He's head over heels!"

George shook his head, "No. He loves Percy."

"But look!"

"I don't care, but we have to get him moving. He's dancing too long, Percy will never get a chance…"

"Ron… could you… Ron?" Fred look around, "Where'd Ron go?"

George smirked, "Draco dragged him off. They're probably shagging in the coat closet."

"Great… now how are we supposed to get him off her?"

Right after he finished saying that, they saw Harry tap the Prince on his shoulder, Oliver nodded reluctantly, and let Harry cut in. Oliver walked towards Percy, and offered his hand.

…sfs…

Percy gulped, he took Oliver's hand and was immediately spun into the song, they danced.

Oliver smiled down to him, "You're the first man I've danced with this night," his smile widened, "And by Merlin… you're beautiful."

Percy blushed, "Thanks…" Oliver twirled him, "Um… are you all right…? After that fall I mean…"

Oliver looked at him in surprise, "You are also the first one to mention the fall…"

Percy's eyes widened, "Ah! I'm sorry, did I offend you?"

Oliver shook his head, "No… no, not at all… its…" Oliver looked into his eyes, "The shade of your eyes… it's… gorgeous…"

Percy eyed Oliver suspiciously, "Why are you saying such things, Oliver?"

Oliver's eyes widened at the use of his first name, "Wow, you are the first for everything aren't you?"

"What is going on? Why are you holding this ball?"

Oliver stopped dancing, "Excuse me?"

Percy glared at him, "Why are you holding ball? Why are you looking for a mate? I thought I was your mate."

Oliver raised and eyebrow and looked around, a few people were eavesdropping, and everyone in line was looking at him. After a moment, he pulled Percy off the dance floor and onto a balcony.

Percy looked around, and blushed, it was the same balcony they were on when they first kissed…

Oliver crossed his arms, "Okay. Who are you?"

Percy gaped, "What? I'm Percy."

Oliver laughed, "Look, I've never met you before… besides, I'd remember."

Percy looked at him, his gaze analyzing, "Why are you acting like this?"

Oliver laughed, "What are you talking about? I'm always like this."

"No… you used to be loving, caring… but now… you're an arrogant bastard."

Oliver gaped, "You're definitely the first to say that one." He watched as Percy turned his back on him.

"Well, I'm honored," Percy's voice was hoarse. He didn't know why he was being so emotional, but after all that has happened, he really did miss Oliver, and he really did love him. But he can't understand what Oliver is trying to do.

Oliver eyed Percy, his expression bordering annoyance, "Look, you're crazy. I know people like you, you try to trick me into believing I love you, so that you can rule the world beside me. You're going to take advantage of my recent fall and…" He cut himself off when Percy turned around sharply, Percy's cerulean eyes were red, tears streaming done his cheeks.

"How can you say that? I love you."

Oliver was never one to handle tears, "Yeah…" He couldn't stand the look on Percy's face, "Ah… are you okay?"

Percy shook his head, "You…" He rubbed his eyes roughly with the back of his hand, "you…"

Oliver held his hands up, "Look, I didn't mean to make you cry… but… you're a bloke… and… its very…. Un-masculine to-"

Percy glared at him and pushed him, "You bastard!"

Oliver looked at him in surprise, "Hey, I don't care what you think, but I'm the Prince, you don't go around pushing-"

Percy pushed him again, "You lying bastard! I thought you loved me!"

Oliver stared at him. He didn't know whether to dislike or fall for this angry red-head, but now that he thought about it, there was something extremely familiar about him…

Percy let a sob escape, his vision was too blurry for him to make out Oliver, he angrily wiped his eyes, "I can't believe you… You tricked me…"

"I don't know what you're talking about… but… maybe we can work this-"

Percy didn't wait for the end of the sentence, he turned and ran off the balcony and towards the entrance.

"Hey! Wait!" Oliver followed him, "Stop! I want to know what you're talking about!"

Percy ran faster. He flew down the stairs towards the road. He looked over his shoulder and saw Oliver following him. He ran into a guard, "ah!"

The guard held him, "Are you all right?"

Oliver called out, "Guard! Hold him!"

Percy cried out, and pushed the guard off him, and started to run, the guard grabbed his arm, struggling, Percy pulled, his sleeve ripped and he fell to the ground. The guard grabbed him legs, holding him down.

Oliver was on his way down from the stairs.

Out of desperation, Percy kicked the guard in the face, and stumbled to his feet, the guard made a made grab to his shin, snapping the sapphire jewel Ron placed on his boots. Percy sprinted away, disappearing.

Oliver stopped and panted, "What… is his problem…?"

The guard rubbed his jaw, picking up the jewel, "Do you want me to follow him?"

"No… no… it's okay…" Oliver took the jewel, "This fell off of him?"

"Yes, Prince Oliver."

Oliver held it in his hand, "It's the same color as his eyes."

"Prince Oliver!"

Oliver turned around, three young men were running towards him, "Yes?"

Two of them were twins, but they were all red heads, one of the twins spoke, "What happened?"

Oliver rolled his eyes, "Okay, what are you talking about?"

A blond young man, who was walking behind the three running, smirked, "Prince Oliver, you can't be that dense. They were talking about that red head who ran off."

Oliver frowned, "Prince Draco Malfoy?"

Draco's smirk tightened, "Glad you could finally make some kind of connection tonight."

"What are you doing at my ball?"

Draco laughed at the look of consternation on Oliver's face, "If you think I want to marry you, you are sadly mistaken. I'm only protecting my lover from his former."

The shortest red head glared at him, "You didn't have to come!"

Draco slipped his arm around the boy's waist, "I couldn't let you go without me…"

Oliver would have stared longer if the one of the twins didn't pull him away, literally.

"What's wrong with you, Prince Oliver? You're… are you acting? That's cruel, and you know it."

Oliver shook his head, "I'm not acting. And I don't know any of you. Besides Prince Draco."

"I'm Ron. I used to date Harry Potter."

Oliver shook his head, "I don't know."

Draco pulled Ron towards one of the carriages, "Come, let's leave Prince Oliver to his ball. We have other things to attend to."

The twins stared at him in disbelief, "What?"

Draco glared at them, "Let's go."

Not knowing why, they followed him, leaving Oliver standing on the steps, with a precious sapphire jewel in his hand.

Draco let everyone get into the carriage, he placed his foot inside the carriage preparing to get in, but before he did, he turned to speak to the other prince, "That jewel you have in your hand. No other possesses that jewel but one man in this kingdom. It was created to match his very eye color, to the very tiniest pigment. Use it well."

Oliver didn't answer, but his fist tightened on the jewel as he watched them ride away.

Once they were gone, he opened his palm and looked at it. It was just as gorgeous as "Percy's" eyes. But who is this Percy? And why does he feel like he was telling him the truth?

…sfs…

The silence in the carriage was deafening.

Draco leaned back, and relaxed, his arm tightened around Ron. After a few moments, he broke the silence, "The Prince has amnesia."

"What?"

Draco shook his head, "He must have landed on his head, or he could have lost his memory in comatose, I'm not a medical expert. But, its obvious he has no recollection at all of any of us."

"He knew you."

Draco shook his head, "Yes, but that was it. He doesn't remember ever being around me. He only recognized me from my crest."

Ron's eyes teared up, "Where do you think Percy went?"

Draco shrugged, "Home."

Fred and George looked at each other, "What are we going to do?"

Draco closed his eyes and leaned back, "We can't do anything. Its up to Oliver whether or not his sub-conscious is willing to let go of the one thing it holds dear."

Ron closed his eyes and leaned into Draco, "What if his sub-conscious doesn't' remember either?"

Draco shook his head, "No. I doubt it." He opened his eyes and caressed Ron's head, "Its impossible to not feel the pain of losing someone dear. That is… if…"

Fred finished for him, his face grave, "Oliver really loves Percy."

Draco closed his eyes again, and prepared to fall asleep.

TBC

Eeeeck! I finished this chapter! So happy! I'm not good at writing angsty bits, but I love reading them!

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