A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt Challenge: 622: quote - All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them. – Walt Disney

Writing Club September

Disney Challenge: Characters- 7 - 7. Clayton - Write about someone acting charming to hide an inner evil.

Showtime: 28 - His Kiss, The Riot - (trait) Bold

Lyric Alley: 3 - A look from you and I would fall from grace

Word Count: 788

Percy stared at the stack of papers on his desk. They must have doubled since he went to lunch. He sighed wishing he could just eat his lunch in his office, but there were rules against that sort of thing. He understood why the rules were in place. He understood that important documents could easily be destroyed by one careless eater, much like the way his brother Ron could easily destroy his homework if he left it on the dining room table.

Percy still remembered the Christmas holiday where Ron had spilled gravy all over his parchment in some insane effort to try and impress Hermione. Hermione had been much more impressed with the stream of hexes Percy had managed to hit Ron with before their mum had stopped them. He turned his attention back to the stack of papers and hoped that none of them were too time sensitive. He did have to go home at some point after all. He picked up the top sheet of parchment and sighed. He recognized the handwriting instantly.

"Malfoy," he muttered shaking his head. Draco had been sending him petition after petition trying to try and clear himself. Percy had been avoiding this particular interview since he knew the man personally. It looked like Draco wasn't going to take no for an answer and had managed to get himself an interview scheduled to start, Percy glanced at his clock, in ten minutes. With a sigh of frustration Percy put the pile aside and emptied his desk. He knew Draco would bring his own mound of paperwork. He had barely finished when the door opened.

"Mr. Malfoy is here for his appointment," Percy's secretary, a witch named Aminta stated.

"See him in, wouldn't do to keep Mr. Malfoy waiting." Draco walked in and set the stack of predicted paperwork on the desk.

"Mr. Weasley, I know there's been bad blood between your family and mine, and I'm here to see if I can't fix some those feelings of animosity." Percy blinked. Draco had apparently been studying how to be, or at least talk, like the pompous git Percy had always thought him to be.

"And how do you propose to do that, Mr. Malfoy?" Percy asked folding his hand on top of his desk ignoring the paperwork.

"Simple. We both want the same things, power, recognition, our families to accept that we are different, that we're not just bad copies of our fathers." Percy looked at Draco, there was a glint of cunning in his grey eyes.

"I see. But as I want to rise in the ministry, you wish to be something more, that you're better than all of us? What gives you the right to think you can hold your head higher than the rest of us?" Draco smirked.

"I used to think it was my money, honestly, but now, Mr. Weasely, can I call you Percy?" Percy gave him a slight nod. Maybe he should have scheduled this meeting sooner. Draco did seem to give off an air of power, something Percy had never actually sensed about him before. Maybe Ron was just being an idiot about Draco, playing the victim as he often did at home.

"I realize now, it's not the money that brings the connections, the connections that bring power. No, it's something else, the money doesn't hurt, but having money does you no good if people don't like you. I could buy everyone in this room."

"You couldn't afford me," Percy muttered causing Draco to smile.

"Possibly not, but tell me, Percy, do you want to be minister?"

"I do," Percy acknowledged.

"And I want someone in the ministry that doesn't look at me as though I am my father. Someone who doesn't care about my past, the fact my arm was Marked. Do you care Percy?" Percy started at Draco's arm. He had rolled up the sleeve of his emerald shirt. Percy remembered how blindly he'd followed the ministry at the time, how he'd almost abandoned his own family for a taste, just a taste, of power.

"I do understand why you did it, I do care though, because I think, you said, we are alike," Percy admitted looking at the younger man in front of him. "You want me to help you clear your name in exchange for me being your voice in the ministry, is that it?"

"I can get you there," Draco promised. "Do we have a deal?"

"My family..."

"Your family hates me, yes. But what about you? Do you hate me, Percy?"

"No. No, I don't."

"Then do we have a deal?"

"We have a deal," Percy stated shaking Draco's hand, noting just how strong Draco's hands were.