Disclaimer; Harry Potter doesn't actually belong to me even if my printer is trying to tell me otherwise… Oh well…
Also, this story is somewhat based on Rapunzel. Rapunzel does not belong to me either, in fact I don't think I was even born when it was written so it is impossible for any of it to be mine…
Summary; (Fabula Series; 'Rapunzel'What will happen when a certain blond prince is kidnapped? But more importantly, who will come to rescue him?! (Slash)
Warning; This is slash, or at least it will be anyway, there isn't any in this first chapter but even so, if you don't like slash then don't bother reading this. I think I can safely say that there is nothing offensive in this first chapter, like swearing or violence… but I think that the rating might go up, it all depends…
A/N; Ok so yes, this story is based on Rapunzel but our favourite Harry Potter characters are replacing the original ones of course. No, no, don't leave! I'm sure this story could be good! Really! It has potential… right? No wait, you can't even answer that because you haven't read it yet, so there :P Don't judge it and leave when you haven't even read it!
Crinitus Croceus
Insidiae
The wicked witch watched the scene before her, wide-eyed, her head shooting from one to the other as if she was watching a tennis match.
"Just let down your goddamn hair down already!" The dark-haired prince called from the ground at the bottom of the tower, hands on his hips, completely exasperated with the situation.
"I'm not letting anything down while you are in the vicinity! Not while you're within a ten mile radius of me! GO AWAY!" Shouted the blond prince, who the witch seemed to have mistaken for a princess, not that that matters anyway but it was still a thought…
"What is wrong with you? Don't you want to be saved?!"
"Not by you, GO AWAY"
"Just let your flaming hair down!"
"My hair is not-"
"It's an expression! Just let your hair down! NOW!
"I will not receive orders from the likes of you!"
"Do you want to die? Because if you do then keep doing what you're doing now!"
The blond found this whole thing completely ridiculous and utterly embarrassing, this – this prince had used a spell to make his hair grow at an alarming rate until it was long enough for him to throw down like a rope, a most undignified way of rescue the blond thought.
The dark-haired prince sighed heavily, "Look, I realise this is embarrassing but can you at least try to co-operate?"
The blond was furious, "Embarrassing? EMBARRASSING?" The other prince winced, "This is the most shameful moment of my entire life, I must say that I would rather rot in this tower till the end of my days then be saved by you with my hairas a rope!!"
The dark-haired man rolled his eyes, "As this is a matter of life and death I was hoping you would be able to put your foolish pride aside and let yourself be saved," He said giving the blond a meaningful look.
"And what made you think that the best way to save me would be by making my hair as long as the tower?" The blond glared at him.
"Well at the time I didn't really think it would matter that much, one: because it is a life and death matter, and two: I was under the impression that you were a princessand as such you wouldn't have minded long hair so much."
The blond cried out in a mixture of frustration and indignation at being mistaken for a girl.
"Let's make this quick and as painless as we can ok?" The blond glared at him again, "The faster we get it over with the faster I can restore your hair to its normal length and we can go our separate ways, never to talk about this ever again,"
The blond seemed to be contemplating his options at this point so he waited. The blond eventually nodded and so he held out his hands; waiting to catch the golden-blond extra-long hair, he almost gasped out loud when he felt how silky soft the hair was. Quickly, hiding his love for the feeling of his hair, he hauled himself up, of course he had used the proper spell for this, making sure that the hair would be super strong and that what he thought to have been a princess wouldn't feel any pain at all from him climbing up her hair.
He finally reached the top, the blond prince was turned away from him, he sighed and pulled himself through the window and into the room.
It wasn't half bad as rooms go, there was a large four-poster bed, with white net hangings and pink silk sheets he noted with amusement, it would seem he was not the only one who had thought the blond to be a princess. The room contained a beautiful dressing table with a golden-framed mirror, the stool at the dressing table had a pink silk cover with gold embroidered flowers decorating it. He raised an eye brow at this, no doubt had it been a princess she would have sat there and sewn an embroidered handkerchief for him, 'as a token of her gratitude', such was tradition. He had no doubt that the blond did nothing of the sort and most likely sat on the stool staring at himself wondering how he was going to get out of the pink room.
He turned back to the blond and his mouth fell open at the sight, he really could not see all this from the bottom of the tower looking at him through that window, how could he ever have thought this – this beauty to be a girl? The thought was of course, completely ridiculous to him now; oh he may be beautiful but in a masculine way purely. The blond was quite well muscled and had a beautiful shape, managing to be slender and muscled at the same time had an amazing outcome. He was wearing a sky-blue tunic with silver embroidery and lighter-blue hose. His beige boots stopped just before his knees giving him a wonderful view of those tightly covered legs. The blue of his clothes only magnified the grey-blue of his eyes and the dark-haired prince found himself drowning in them, his perfectly shaped face, his perfectly full lips, everything about him was perfect.
The blond studied the man in front of him, he was wearing similar clothes to his, a dark green tunic embroidered in gold with lighter green hose and dark brown boots that came up to his knees much like his own. He definitely had good legs and he was muscled and well shaped in a god-like way, too bad that black cloak was hiding some of him…
His long, messy black hair fell haphazardly in his face and eyes, and his eyes, oh his eyes were beautiful, like emeralds, a deep green that seemed to shine through his very soul. He was definitely attractive, to put it mildly. He was just admiring his hair when he remembered his own, and how terrible it must look and who did it to him.
"Well?" He asked, tapping his foot impatiently.
"Huh?"
"My hair! Make it normal again before I throw myself out of the window from shame!"
"Oh, yeah, right, sorry," He took his wand from its sheaf and waved it in front of the blond, "Restituo,"
And his hair became its normal length, he ran to the mirror and stared at his reflection, he sighed and smoothed his hair back, smiling when he felt that it definitely ended at the right place.
He looked even more perfect now; his hair was short but long enough so that it brushed past his eyes. He longed to touch those silky platinum locks…"Ok?"
The blond glared at him, "No thanks to you,"
"But I just fixed it!"
"It was because of you that it needed fixing in the first place!"
The dark-haired man sensed that the blond treasured his hair, he had received his first clue when the blond had become hysterical after he had transfigured it, shouting things like 'My hair! My beautiful hair! What have you done to it? My poor, poor hair!'
"I apologise," The blond stuck his chin in the air, he sighed, "Allow me to introduce myself-"
"I really couldn't care less what your name is," The blond sneered.
"Don't you want to know your saviour's identity?"
"I didn't need saving! I would have been fine on my own! I-" He paused at the other's raised eye brow, "Oh fine, what's your name then?"
"I am Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and heir of Godric Gryffindor," He said, bowing as he was taught to do.
The blond seemed surprised but then complied, "I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy and heir of Salazar Slytherin," He announced, bowing in return.
Harry was surprised too; it was common knowledge that Salazar Slytherin and Godric Gryffindor were having an affair, sleeping with the enemy got people talking…
Harry smiled, "Shall we?" He said motioning towards the window.
"Why not use the door?"
"Because the witch put up spells to stop you getting out that way even if you did have your wand, I assume she took it," The blond nodded and so he continued, "Well then the only way out is the window-" He stopped and stood still, staring at the window wide-eyed.
"What?" Draco asked before turning to the window himself, he gasped; the witch was hovering outside cackling as she sealed it shut, glass-like glue protruding from the tip of her wand and streaming out to fill what was once an open space.
"No!" Harry shouted and made for the window, wand outstretched and pointed at her.
To be continued…
…Lottie…
A/N; Ummm, yeah… well, it could be good! No, really, it could! I swear! What? You don't believe me? It's that bad is it? Fine, fine…:( flame me, make me sad, fine, fine… :(
This is actually one of the many fairy tale stories I am recreating Harry Potter-style! in my 'Fabula Series'… so if you like it then you might just like the others!
For my other stories I was planning on writing two versions of each, mainly because I wanted to see if the majority prefers Harry as the 'uke' or Draco as the 'uke'… and that way they would both get the chance… I personally like both:) but as Draco is in fact blond he did kind of fit this part better then Harry, in that respect at least… Don't you think?
I think they both have it in them to be the 'damsel in distress', likewise for the 'knight in shining armour' and I just wanted to experiment with that and see what everyone else preferred…
Insidiae is Latin for; an ambush; a trap, plot.
Feel free to correct me if I am wrong, I have never taken Latin before so I won't be surprised if it's wrong… :(
Restituo is Latin for; to put back, replace, restore; to reinstate, re-establish; to repair, make good.
Or at least, I hope it is, once again I have never taken Latin before and so this could be wrong. :(
And maybe not everyone recognised this word… it is OLD after all, lol.
Hose; Tight-fitting trousers; Clothes history a garment formerly worn by men, fitting closely to the legs. Usually worn with a doublet but that's the wrong time period.
Correct me if my use of the word was wrong, this was later called stockings but well, I don't know, was that word better? Should I use that one instead? :S looks doubtful stockings is just so… not a word that makes me think of guys in tight trousers… but then neither is 'hose', but stockings is still just, worse I think… Doesn't it make you think of women? Not men? Or am I alone in this trail of thought?
I think 'tight-fitting trousers' says it all… ;)
This is basically just a tester chapter, to see what everyone thinks before I start writing loads and loads only to find that no one likes it… if you see what I mean.
Thank you for reading this Suzi!!!! I doubt anyone else will like it though :((Suzi you're the only reason I'm posting this(: )
Ok I'm done rambling, you can kill me now… :(