Harry Potter One Shots

Percival Ignatius Weasley | Perfect Prefect Percy

I never think of him as a partner in life. I hate him. He's so cocky and boastful. Always brandishing his Prefect badge at everyone. He's a complete killjoy. I can't even count how many times he deducted points from my house, his own house, just because he caught me sticking my tongue at him. He always thinks high of himself.

But maybe the saying about the more you hate the more you love was true because before I can even realize what was going on, I was undeniably crushing on him.

Fortunately, he fell for me too. I'm not his first choice. Maybe because we both detest each other, that's why. But Percy has this bad luck when it comes to girls.

Not that they don't like him. To be honest, there are surprisingly a lot of girls that want him too. The only thing is, they never last long. Percy can be frustratingly annoying all the time. He ends up with me, because, well, I can keep up with his freakish perfectionist ass.

No one believes that we'll last long, but we love each other. Not because I am too stubborn for a Gryffindor and he's a perfectionist obeyer of the rules, doesn't mean we can't work it out.

We were surprisingly perfect for each other. We understand each other in a way other people can't. Sometimes, there's no need for words to tell what the other feels. One look and we understand it.

Everyone knows about our relationship, but Percy really values his Prefect position and we always end up making out in secret. He won't even hold my hand in front of other students. At first, it irritates me because it makes me feel like he wasn't even proud of our relationship or of the fact that I am his girlfriend. Though, I still ended up understanding it because I am in love with his idiot of an ass.

"He's with Penelope again. Aren't you getting jealous?" I close my book and stare ahead of me, where Percy and Penelope are talking, just like what George said.

Percy is telling Penelope something, and they're both smiling widely at each other.

"Who told you I'm not getting jealous? He'd been talking to her most of the time. Always walking around side by side. I sometimes wonder if all he wants with me are my kisses and my touches. I want to hit them both with this book!" I grumbled under my breath, slamming the book on the desk.

Fred and George chuckle behind me and I glare at them. They both raise their hands in the air at the same time and grin at me. Sighing to myself, I try to calm down the anger boiling inside me and give my full attention to the twins.

"If you both have time to laugh at my hilariousness–"

"Jealousy."

"Yes, Fred. Jealousy. Remind me once more and I'll hit you not with the book, but the table." They both shut up in unison. "Like what I was saying, before I was annoyingly disrupted, if you both have time to laugh at my jealousy, maybe you also have time to cheer me up. Any prank I can watch?"

They glance at each other and grin widely. I shake my head and grin with them.

I watch them simply make their way to the table of Slytherins, unnoticeable, and slip something powder-like on Crabbe and Goyle's cups, before slipping away still undetected. They were fortunate because there are a few Slytherins to notice them.

They make their way back to me after giving each other a high-five.

"What did you guys slip into their drinks?"

"We call it U-NO-POO." started Fred.

"A powder to create constipation–" continued George.

"And give you a lot of time in the bathroom." Fred finished, both of them looking back at the Slytherin table.