crossed-percy jackson x harry potter

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lol guys i have so many story ideas and so little time (READ NOTE AT BOTTOM)

Percy POV

"Mr. Jackson, if you're going to not make a fool of yourself at the ball tomorrow, you need to stop stepping on Annabeth's feet!" My instructor calls.

"Sorry, Madame Madeleine!" I call back to her. She's the headmistress of Beauxbatons, but the lady is scary. I'll take a pack of dracanae over her any day. So that's why I stare down at my feet as I waltz with Annabeth, who of course, is a perfect dancer.

"Eye contact!" Madame yells again. I look up at Annabeth, who is trying not to giggle at my repeated failures.

"Sorry, Wise Girl." I whisper, pulling her in even closer as I pray.

Aphrodite, please help me impress Annabeth by not being a terrible dancer at the ball tonight. I'm calling in my favor.

A couple of months before, Aphrodite's favporite lipstick had been taken by the minor goddess of theft. I had tracked her down, and gotten it back to return to Aphrodite. She had promised me a favor in return.

Suddenly, my feet seem to get it. Instead of stumbling around, tripping over my own feet, and stoming on Annabeth, my moves are graceful and I lead her in a perfect waltz. A couple minutes later, the song ends, and Mafame begins clapping.

"Perseus Jackson!" She thunders. Oh, gods. That's usually what teachers and pedestrians say right before they turn into monsters and try to kill my friends and I. Just in case, I reach into my jeans pocket, where I keep Riptide. "That was beautiful! When I agreed to this extra private leson, I thought it was becaue your dancing desperately needed saving. But you have shown so much more potential! There is absolutely nothing I can do to make your dancing any better! We're done for today."

Stunned, I release my grip on the pen and pull my hand out of my pocket. As soon as Madeleine has left the room, Annabeth turns to look at me, an accusatory look on her face.

"What?" I ask innocently.

"Did you call in your favor with Aphrodite?" She asks.

"Maybe." I try to stay cool.

Annabeth hits my arm. "Percy! You could have used that on something mcuch better!"

I grab her arms and pull her to me.

"There is nothing better than you." I tell her.

"Shut up and kiss me, seaweed brain." She whispers,

Disobeying Annabeth is always a very bad idea, so I do as she says.

ΩΩΩ

I look in the mirror and straighten my sea-green tie once more. Jason, Frank, Leo, Nico, and I are all in suits, but all the wizards have to wear robes (SUCKERS). I turn to the rest of the group, and prepare a pep talk like I'm Troy Bolton, they're the Wildcats, and the Yule Ball is the championship game. Man, I love High School Musical.

"We look fine. No, we look fresh. No, we look fly!" I announce. "Just think of this dance as another battle. We've fought plenty of those before. What's one more? We have our armor!" I point to my suit.

"We have our weapons!" Jason lifts the corsage he bought Piper.

"And we have our dashing good looks!" Leo wiggles his eyebrows and does a little shimmy.

Frank laughs, "Leo, when will those ever come in handy in a battle?"

"Aw, come on, man! Those nymphs were totally on Team Leo!" Leo laughs.