at the time , dressing up as harry potter felt like the right choice. all percy really had to do was draw a squiggle on his forehead , throw on a red & gold tie , then hold a stick. it was the perfect low - maintenance idea he’d hoped for. but since arriving at the party , percy had been mistaken not once — not twice — but three separate times for the real thing. it was starting to get annoying. gods , remind him never to have green eyes and dark hair again. ever. as percy turns away from the snack table and  faces the party once more , this time with a cookie in hand , the sound of a random voice catches his attention. ❝ oh my god , look ! ❞ the teenager squealed. ❝ it’s harry and draco ! together ! ❞ a dose of confusion crinkles his brows , til he glances to his left and realizes he’s standing next to an impossibly blonde guy.  ❝ alright , ❞ percy mumbles , eyes rolling as he shakes his head. ❝ i walked right into that one. ❞