The Prince's Diary.
Chapter one
Draco woke up in his heads dormitory at Hogwarts; he arrived back for his 7th year at the internationally famous school of witchcraft and wizardry.
Suddenly all the memories of the previous week came flooding back. His 'father' Lucius had been killed by Lord Voldemort and then his mother Narcissa and the dark-lord told him a secret they had been harbouring since he was born; that he was really the son of the dark-lord.
(You see, in the 80's Lord Voldemort and Narcissa had a hot steamy affair with Lucius being none the wiser. The dark-lord broke it off when he discovered she was pregnant.) But on top of all that he was still having trouble registering the fact that he was a prince!
Sure at Hogwarts he was called the prince of Slytherin, but that was only a nickname, now it's actually true!
His 'biological' father, AKA Lord Mouldywort, is as everyone knows, a direct descendant from the Salyzar Slytherin line. Little known to anyone was that he was also a king and as such the royal blood had been passed through the generations to one Draco Malfoy or more formally, Prince Draco of the house of Slytherin, the only heir to the darkest throne in the world.
Alright, this seems pretty bad right?
It gets worse, not only all that but he is also engaged and has been since birth. All Draco had been told about his betrothed was that she also attended Hogwarts and was in her final year. Now, to play the guessing game.
Draco got up, showered, dressed and was on his way to breakfast with a steady stream of thoughts flowing through his brain.
Well, he thought. To be good enough for father she must either be royalty or a Slytherin and as there is no other known royalty in the wizarding world then she must be a Slytherin.
Being lost in his train of thoughts Draco did not notice where he was walking and walked straight into none other then that no-it-all beaver, Hermione Granger.
"Hey! Watch where you're walking ferret!" she screamed before walking off with the other two thirds of the Golden Trio.
Bloody Granger! Wouldn't she just have a heart attack if she knew that she just verbally abused a prince and the son of the worlds most feared dark-wizard no less! With that Draco just humphed off to have his breakfast - coffee.
Draco had never been able to function in the morning without coffee. Then the mail arrived. A rather tatty looking brown owl dropped a letter right into Draco's lap. It was from his 'father'.
Meet me.
Slytherin Dormitory.
12 midnight.
DON'T BE LATE.
LV
Fabulous. I wonder what he wants to talk to me about.
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Midnight came around quick enough and soon Lord Voldemort's face appeared in the fire place.
"Draco, I have news for you."
"What is it my Lord, father?"
"Your mother will be at the school tomorrow at 11.30 and from there you will meet your betrothed."
"I understand. But... but what if I don't love her?"
"I don't care! You're both purebloods and both perfectly capable of having children; besides, there is an unbreakable vow on this arrangement. Deal with it."
And then his face was gone.
Well at least tomorrow promises to be interesting Draco thought as he went to bed feeling anxious for the events of the next day.
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Draco awoke the next day at the obscene time of 5.30am. Oh God! Why me? Very well knowing that he would be unable to go back to sleep, Draco decided to get up. By the time he had showered and dressed it was 6am and the kitchen would be open.
It was a cold December morning and the Slytherin prince pulled his cloak closer to himself in hope to find warmth on the trek to the toasty warm Great Hall. Upon arriving and sitting down Dobby, his families house-elf (or at least until he was freed) came running over with a tray of breakfast. It consisted of one large pot of coffee, several slices of toast with some butter on the side and a big plate of scrambled eggs.
Dobby sat down with his old master as Draco fed him some of the toast and eggs and they were chatting away like old friends. Then she came in.
(By 'she' I mean the one Draco hates, and by 'the one Draco hates' I mean a certain Miss Hermione Granger.)
As she sat down Dobby shouted his greeting, when she returned the greeting she noticed Draco staring at her.
"What do you want Malfoy?"
"Nothing."
"Then quit staring at me!"
"But Granger, your mudblood looks are just so appealing."
"Sod off Malfoy."
"Make me."
"Stupid ferret."
"Know-it-all beaver."
"Jerk"
"Slut"
This continued most of the morning; they didn't even notice that they were breakfast entertainment for practically the whole school, Dumbledore included. Right when they were at breaking point a voice was echoing through the Great Hall.
"Draco Abaxis Malfoy!"
Draco cringed, not at the person shouting but at his middle name. He hated it and only ever heard it when he was in life or death trouble. Turning, he saw his mother striding towards him, her black floor length cloak billowing behind her, heels clip-clopping along the floor and her long blond hair sitting over her shoulder creating a grand air about her.
"Mother, hello?"
"Yes, hello Draco. Now, are you ready?" she said quickly getting to the point.
"I will never be ready mother so can we just hurry up and get this over with." he replied exasperated.
"Spoken just like you father." Narcissa pushed back a bit of hair, floating in front of her sons face.
"Is that a good thing?"
"Could be." her voice now barely more then a whisper. "Who's this?" she asked gesturing towards Hermione.
"Just the mudblood, Granger."
"Granger? Hmmm." Narcissa turned to face the teenage girl and curtsied. "Your highness, it's good to finally meet you in person."
"You too, Narcissa. Now, can you please tell me why I am here?"
"Of course."
"Mother!" Draco interrupted. "What are you doing?!?!"
"Draco, meet your future wife."
"WHAT!" both teenagers shouted.
"Father told me I was to marry a pureblood princess and Granger in neither!" he exclaimed as he shot Hermione a dirty look.
"Shows what you know, Malfoy. I am Princess Hermione of the house of Gryffindor and now I am being forced to marry a ferret."
"Well, if you're a pureblood princess as you claim, then how come you put up with my crap for so long?" Draco remarked feeling rather proud of his point.
"Because I only found out about all this on the holidays and I'm still having trouble comprehending it. I mean, in a space of two days I found out I was adopted, I found my real parents, I discovered I was a direct descendant of Godric Gryffindor and that I was betrothed at birth. That's a lot to digest in two days."
"I s'pose," Draco muttered thinking about everything he had to come to grips with also. It was a lot.
Just then all anyone could hear was Narcissa casting a spell but because it was in latin they didn't catch the words.
"There now," she said. "I'll be off, have a nice day Draco sweetheart, your highness." she added bobbing a curtsy to Hermione.
"Narcissa, if we're going to end up family then please, call me Hermione."
And with that Narcissa left the prince and princess alone in the Great Hall, where they both collapsed into their seats. It was almost freaky what had happened. Of all the people they could be forced to marry, it had to be each other.
Well at least beaver's better then Parkinson. Draco thought smugly.
Well at least ferret's better Zabini. No he's not, Zabini's better than Malfoy. Come to think of it, anyone's better than Malfoy! Hermione thought with sad realisation as to what was about to unfold.
"Well Malfoy, of we're going to be stuck together, then we should at least try to be civil to each other."
"Fat chance of that Granger."
"I thought you would say that, which is why I now request your help."
Draco almost choked on the coffee that he ha begun to sip. "What's this? The mighty braniac Hermione Granger asking for help! I don't believe it."
"Well believe it, cos the way I see it, you have two options. Option one; you reside to the fate of being stuck together for the rest of our, presumably, now miserable lives."
"Or?" Draco interrupted with an obvious undertone of completely loathing that first idea.
"Or, option two is we work together to try and find a way out of this."
"You know Granger for the brightest witch of our age, you really are quite dumb."
Hermione was quite surprised and confused; did Malfoy just compliment her or insult her? "Pray tell, your highness, what do you mean?" she drawled.
"Don't tell me you don't remember the fact that this arrangement was made under an unbreakable vow?"
"Oh, I remember."
"Then what do you plan to do?" asked Draco.
"With every spell there is some kind of weakness or loophole, even with the Avada. There was a loophole or else Harry wouldn't have survived."
"So, you're saying there must be some way to break an unbreakable vow?" Hermione nodded. "You've lost it Granger."
"Won't you at leats try to help? It's either that or get married to me." Hermione half whined.
"Fine. I'll help you mudblood." Hermione shoot him a dirty look and he sighed. That's right; I can't call her that anymore. She's a pureblood.
The Gryffindor princess started to leave the Great Hall but when she got to the door she turned to face Draco.
"Did you mother cast a spell while we were arguing?"
"I don't know. I heard something, do you think she did something?" he asked starting to sound worried.
"There's only one way to find out, but right now, we have bigger fish to fry."
(A/N) what did you think? If it's crap then let me know. This is my first solo Harry potter fan fic so any feedback would be greatly appreciated. And if you liked it then tell me! I won't put up the next chappie unless I have a minimum of 3 reviews!
Catch'ya next time 'round.
Witch Tekamika.