Wizarding World one-shots

Percy's Right Hook (Perctoria)

"Did you finish your potions essay?" Victoria Macmillan asked.

Percy Weasley shook his head. "No. Not yet." He looked down an empty hallway, checking to see if any students were out past curfew then turned back to her. "Between Prefect duties and studying for O.W.L.S I haven't had the time for Snape's extra assignments."

Victoria peered down another corridor before turning back to him. "I could help."

"I believe the last time you 'helped', we ended up snogging in one of the greenhouses."

"Are you complaining?"

"Absolutely not."

Victoria's laugh echoed through the stone halls as Percy gently kissed her neck. She swatted him away, but not before kissing him on the cheek.

The two Prefects didn't see any students out after curfew as they walked on their patrol route. Aside from the occasional ghost, they saw no one else.

"Did you hear that?" Percy asked.

From the stairs leading down to the dungeons came the sound of muffled yelling. Victoria took one look at Percy before they both ran down the staircase.

Down in front of the Slytherin Common Room was Oliver Wood and Fred and George Weasley in what could only be described as a brawl with Marcus Flint and three members of the Slytherin Quidditch team. Both the twins were sporting nosebleeds but still fought with a voracity like no other. Oliver Wood had Marcus Flint in a headlock and repeatedly punched him in the face.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Percy shouted.

Oliver looked up, and both Prefects got a good view of his black eye. Flint took the opportunity to wrangle out of his hold and tackle him. The twins didn't even look up.

"Arresto Momentum!" shouted Victoria.

All seven of the boys were slowed down, their movements becoming sluggish. Percy nodded in thanks to Victoria before walking over to his brothers. He grabbed both of them by an ear and dragged them away from the three Slytherins they were fighting.

"Care to explain what you three are doing out at this hour?" Percy asked, his voice sharp.

Fred winced, his hand going to Percy's hand. "Perce!"

"I swear, I'm going to write to Mum–"

"Flint is the one that bloodied up Radiant!" George interrupted.

Percy let their ears go, his hands falling to his side. He looked between them, Flint, and Oliver.

"Is that true?" asked Percy.

Flint sneered. "The wench had it coming."

"Why you–"

Percy grabbed Oliver's wrist, yanking him back.

"No mate, he's not worth it." Percy muttered.

Flint grinned.

"Allow me."

Percy turned, punching Flint directly in the jaw. The burly boy fell to the ground. Fred and George cheered as Percy shook his wrist.

"You're going to get it Weasley," one of the Slytherins muttered, helping Flint to his feet.

"Are you threatening a Prefect?" Victoria asked, stepping forward with her wand raised.

The four boys, two of them supporting Flint, stepped back. She raised an eyebrow, taking a short step forward.

The reaction was immediate. All four of them stumbled back and went into the Slytherin Common Room.

"What was that about?" whispered Fred.

"Long story." Percy muttered.

"Very long story." added Oliver.

Both twins looked at each other. "Wicked."

Victoria stepped back over to Percy, putting an arm on his shoulder. A small smirk was toying on her lips.

"I don't believe I've seen anything Vic, have you?" Percy asked.

"Can't say I have Perce." Victoria looked between the three boys. "Though, if we did see any students, I'd suggest they run back to their Common Room before Filch comes and sees them."

Fred and George grinned. Without a word, they ran back up the stairs.

Oliver looked between the two, his gaze freezing on Percy's.

"I won't tell her," said Percy. "Don't worry."

The Gryffindor Quidditch Captain nodded before heading up the stairs as well. Victoria stared until his black robes faded from view. She turned to Percy.

"You have a very nice right hook. Care to teach me sometime?"

"Anytime."