Percy Jackson and the Heir of Slytherin [Book 2]

17) Dating Draco

"So, Nick's having his Deathday Party during the Halloween Feast, and you're coming with me. Hermione and Ron are going to."

I looked up at Harry, not listening to Professor Binns anymore.

"Huh?"

Harry sighed, "Nick invited us to his Deathday Party. You're coming."

"What? No! Ghosts are cold. He's cold. I'd rather celebrate Halloween with the dancing skeletons," I looked back down at the Professor, writing everything he said in Greek.

"Pleeeeease."

"No."

"I'll do anything."

"Does that include never talking to or bothering me ever again?"

"Fine."

I tried to listen as Binns continued to drone on, but it was getting more and more difficult.

"Why are you friends with him?"

I looked up and followed Harry's gaze. He was staring at Draco, who looked just as bored as I did.

"You mean Draco?" I asked, hoping he didn't.

Ron spoke up suddenly, "Oh, Percy's more than just friends with Draco."

"Hmm?" Harry looked confused.

"They do go to Draco's room often. Wonder what they do in there," Hermione smirked.

"Shut up!" I hissed.

"Wait, what are you guys talking about? Percy comes to our dorm all of the time, too," Harry said suddenly, and I felt the blood drain from my face. Harry could be oblivious, but not that oblivious. I had told him, too.

Ron was thinking along the same lines as me, "You know what we're talking about. Percy told us on the train home last year."

Harry just looked confused.

"Did you forget?" Hermione asked, sad eyes staring at Harry.

Harry shrugged, "Maybe he told you guys while I was in the bathroom or something. What are we talking about anyways?"

Ron's frown deepened, "You were there."

Harry just looked even more confused and turned to look at me, but I just stared down at my paper.

"I'm gay," I said, scribbling on the corner of my page. "And I'm dating Draco."

Harry tensed beside me, "Oh."

I burrowed my head into my arms. I felt like crying, but not here. Anywhere but here.

Harry had forgotten. He'd forgotten something I had stressed so much over. He'd forgotten what Ron and Hermione had both guessed about even before the train ride.

He'd just forgotten.

I could hear Ron and Hermione whispering to Harry, but I didn't bother to listen in. I didn't even bother to write notes.

After another few minutes I felt something hit the side of my head. The whispering stopped, but I wasn't really focused on that.

I pulled my head out of my arms and looked at the rolled up paper on my desk. I opened it and immediately recognized Draco's handwriting. It was in Greek.

Dear Percy,

You look sad, and that makes me sad. After last night, I don't think there should be anymore sadness in your life. At all. Like, ever.

So quit being so sad. Think about Quidditch, or potions, or my beautiful face, to name a few great examples.

Let's go talk after class. Just sit together. If that's fine, give me a thumbs up. If it's not fine, give me a thumbs up because you're coming anyways.

I love you, Percy.

Draco Malfoy

I couldn't help but smile at the paper in front of me. Draco could be so sweet at times, even if he wasn't the best at writing.

I looked up and gave Draco a thumbs up, and he immediately smiled. I guess I would be thinking about his face during class.

"See! They love each other!" Ron whispered, and I glanced up at him. He was motioning animatedly towards the note in my hands.

I didn't pay any attention after that. I just pulled out a separate piece of paper and started drawing Draco.

Eventually class ended and I walked outside with Draco. We held hands as he led me towards a spot by the lake. We sat down and I immediately stuck my feet in the water. He wrapped his arm around me and I leaned against him.

After a few minutes, Draco asked, "What was bothering you in class?"

I sighed, "Harry asked me why I was friends with you. Ron had said we were more than friends, and Hermione joked about what we do in the bedroom. Harry didn't understand. I'd told him on the train back home last year that we were dating. That I was gay. Harry had forgotten."

Draco pushed his fingers through my hair, "Harry can be an idiot sometimes, but he loves you. He's probably just in denial about you dating me. He hates me, remember? He'll get over it."

I nodded and leaned farther into Draco, thankful for him. We just stared at the lake together, happy to be here.

The sky started changing color and Draco sighed, "We should probably get going. Halloween feast in gonna start soon."

I nodded and pulled my shoes back on, walking with Draco through the castle. Then we ran into Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

Harry walked up to me, "Hey, can we talk?"

I tensed, but nodded. Draco glanced at me, but started walking for the Great Hall anyways. Ron and Hermione walked away, too.

"I'm sorry. I didn't forget that you were gay. I don't mind that at all. It's just... I don't understand how you could like someone like Malfoy," Harry frowned.

"Do you remember when we were at Madam Malkins? We met Draco for the first time there."

Harry nodded.

"Do you remember what house he actually wanted to be in? And how long the hat took to sort him. Harry, I've talked to the hat too, you know. I know that it thought of putting you into Slytherin. It did the same for Draco, but with Gryffindor. You both have your reasons for picking your houses. Draco's personality... is very different than the one you know. He's an amazing person, Harry. He's smart, funny, handsome... he's perfect. You know he's a demigod, right? His mother isn't evil or anything either. He's not really like his father. His personality, the one you never see, comes from her kind side. But because of his mother, he also has to look at things logically. Always. So he knows the best thing to say in a given situation. So he's got his reasons for saying things, Harry. I'll trust him, no matter what he says. We see different people when we look at Draco. I love the one that you don't see," I said, smiling softly.

Harry nodded, "Okay... but why does he pretend, or whatever? I don't think there's anything that could give him a reason to say things like that. To be a bully."

"He has the right to act like a bully, but I can't tell you why. Not now, anyways."

Harry nodded, and asked one last question, "Who's his godly parent?"

"Athena."

I turned and started walking away, already feeling our relationship get mended. As I heard Harry's footsteps in the opposite direction, I turned and called, "Does that invitation to Nick's Deathday party still stand?"

I watched Harry smile, "Yeah! That's where we're heading! Come on!"

So when I'm typing this little message thing, it's 12:36 AM (not the time I'm posting the chapter) and I really want to know what Percy's middle name is. I'm fairly certain it's Allen, but when I look it up I don't really get anything. Somewhere it said Achilles, but he didn't really have a happy ending, and that's what his mom named him for. The important thing is, that when I was typing in his name, I put Pervy Jackson. Good gods, I called him Pervy. Please send help, my fingers are dyslexic (I'm pretty sure my eyes aren't, though I do read a lot of weird things).

Anyway, I hope none of you have a moody Monday, and I will see you on Wednesday.