Author's Note:

OMG!

This took much longer than I expected.

I kept getting stuck at certain parts.

And I had the next few written.

But couldn't really post them -_-

Thanks to this...

BTW...

When I was googling the meaning of whitewash...

This came up.

Whitewash: to cover up someone's mistake

So... That's what this fic is about ;)

Enjoy :P

Longest I have done for this series :)

And am so worried about this :/

Tell me if it's ok.

Pairing: Percy/Fred

Prompt: Whitewash

Percy stared in silence as he looked upon the scene.

Fred was nearly in tears, and George was desperately trying to fix the vase and comfort his brother at the same time.

"What's wrong?" Percy asked.

Both of them jumped and turned to look at him.

"We accidentally broke Mum's vase," George said.

"It was just me," Fred murmured, turning his glance to the carpeted floor.

"The vase?" Percy asked, eyes widening in shock.

George looked at him impatiently and asked, "What else?"

"But that's Mum's family heirloom," Percy said, eyes narrowing in displeasure.

Fred just groaned and hid his face in his hands.

George turned to glance at him quickly. He grimaced in pain as he placed a palm on Fred's knee.

Then he turned to glare at Percy.

"Thanks for the reminder Percy. We had totally forgotten."

"Stop it George," Fred said as he removed his hands from his face.

"He's right anyway," Fred murmured as he got up from the couch.

"I'm going to my room," he paused and stared at the many pieces of the vase.

"Tell me when Mum returns home. I will... Tell her."

He then brushed past Percy and started up the stairs.

George looked anguished.

"He is going to be in so much trouble," George said as he stood up and plopped himself on the couch.

"Mum said she was going to pull him out of Quidditch if he broke anything," George said as he looked at the shards that covered the floor.

Percy looked at the mess silently.

George leaned back and placed his arm against his eyes.

Percy didn't say anything as he walked out of the room quietly.

He went to sit in the kitchen as he waited for his mother to return home.

He thought about what he was going to do.

He knew it was the right thing, but his stomach jumped as he thought of his decision.

Before he knew it, his mother was bustling into the kitchen.

"Percy dear," she smiled at him.

He smiled back weakly, worried.

She immediately put the bags she was carrying down on to the table and walked closer to him.

"What's wrong dear?" She asked as she placed a soft palm on his forehead.

"Are you sick?" she asked.

He shook his head quietly and steeled himself.

"I'msosorryMum," he blurted out in a single breath.

"Ibrokeyourvase."

He closed his eyes, stomach roiling with nerves.

When he heard nothing, he opened his eyes.

His mother was looking at him with a confused look upon her face.

"I didn't really get that dear," she said with a gentle smile.

"Calm down, and speak slowly."

He looked at her twinkling eyes and gathered courage.

"I broke your vase Mum. I'm so sorry," he whispered, hanging his head.

"What?" Her voice had become cold as ice.

When he looked up again, he saw his mother's face twisted with pain and disappointment.

And he saw his two brothers standing at the doorway to the kitchen, their jaws hanging open.

"I'm sorry," he murmured, unable to look at her.

"Stop it Percy," Fred said suddenly, an indecipherable look upon his face.

"I did it Mum," he said when Molly turned to look at him.

Their mother looked between both of them.

After a short pause, she said, "Go to your rooms, both of you."

Percy got out of his seat and begun to move to follow his brothers.

"George stay," she said as George was leaving.

George cast a worried look at him twin, then his mother.

Fred patted him on the shoulder and made his way out without looking at anyone else.

Percy moved slowly out of the room, hoping Fred would have left already.

He didn't feel like explaining his actions.

But when he reached the stairs, he saw his brother waiting on the top step.

Percy climbed the stairs slowly.

Once he was beside his brother, Fred surprised him with a quick hug.

It was so unexpected that before Percy's hands could move to reciprocate, Fred had backed away.

Fred looked intensely at his brother.

"Thanks Perce," he murmured.

"But it was my fault," he took a deep breath.

"And I should be the one punished for it," he said, looking into his brother's eyes.

After a few seconds of silence, Percy grinned.

"You're a good kid Fred," he said as he ruffled his brother's hair and walked off.