Percico at Hogwarts

The Quest(1)

Hi guys! Hope you enjoy my fanfic! (Escuse any spelling mitsakes. I'm not dyslesxic, just stupid :))

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Nico POV

For once, my dreams were blissful. Warm summer days, the sound of splashing waves and a dazzling smile. So my annoyance at being shaken awake was even more prominent than usual. For a few moments I debated pretending to sleep. Maybe whoever it was would take pity on me and leave me to rest. No such luck.

A hand grabbed my shoulder and gently shook me. I could feel the tension and hesitation in the movement. Whoever it was had some obvious nerves about it. That was almost enough to make me smile. Almost. 

That was the point that I should've accepted my fate and gotten up. But I didn't, and so the next thing I felt was a warm hand press into my cheek. My eyes snapped open and I jerked upwards in outrage, only to smash straight into someones face. A dull ache started to radiate across my forehead, but I got off easy. With a loud yelp, the person that had been unfortunate enough to wake me up, fell off the bed and crashed down to the floor. 

As if they hadn't suffered enough, I turned to them, preparing some seething comments, but as the persons face came into focus, all angry comments slipped from my mind.

"Percy?" I asked, unable to hide my confusion. "Wha-Wh-ho..." I trailed off for a second before managing to form a coherent sentence. "Do you have a death wish?" I'd spent too long avoiding Percy Jackson only for him to sneak up on me in my sleep. Hiding away in my cabin was, unsurprisingly, a very effective way to avoid people. Something about the Hades cabin resembling an ancient vampires house tends to put people off. Apparently Percy hadn't got that memo.

"Morning Nico." Percy mumbled, his hand raised to cover his nose, but it did little to disguise the blood seeping through his fingers.

"Oh gods, did I do that?" I asked, reaching up to move his hand away before realising what I was doing. I felt heat flood my face and snatched my hand back.

Thankfully, Percy seemed to miss my fumble. He was a little too distracted trying to mop up the blood with his shirt. 

"No, I'm fine" Came his reply, but it was hard to believe seeing all the blood. That paired with the fact that he sounded like he had a cold.

Of course it had to be him, and of course I had to give him a nose bleed. Damn. The further he pulled his shirt up to wipe at the blood, the more his stomach started to show. Those perfectly carved abs that the girls and boys at camp squealed over. I leaped to my feet, determined to find something else for him to use. A box of tissues, conveniently perched on Hazels bedside table, caught my eye. Scrambling over to grab them, I could feel Percys eyes following me. I threw them over to him, only for them to smack him in the head.