So sorry this is late! Well, better on a Friday than a Monday I guess...ah well, I happen to be a human. A very forgetful human. lol so here it is!
Medieval things to know: The basic hierarchy is: king, lord, knight, merchant, peasant. The lords and kings granted plots of land 'fiefs' to people who gave them loyalty, and became the lord's 'vassal.' Land for loyalty is the rule. Knights could also be vassals, and are the soldiers. Peasants work the land for protection.
Part 1
Mr. Malfoy (Draco's dad) said goodnight to his wife as he settled in bed.
He had the weirdest dream yet…
Twas a Sunday in the fiefdom of Hogwarts. Twas fourth year for Draco, son of the Lord Malfoy. He and his noble friends (the pureblood wizards, daughters and sons of noble vassals of King Cornelius Fudge) were bored. All homework had been done.
"Dost anyone hast ideas of a way to chase our boredom," he announced, standing of a bench.
Bellatrix, adopted daughter of the Dumbledore's vassal Lady Bane, jumped up to say, "Then let us play kingdoms."
"A grand idea indeed," Harry said.
"Let there be one or two kingdoms," Bella suggested, "and then we can go on adventures. We can elect vassals and let the leader assign subjects to the parts they fit most in. We can do lots of exciting things."
"Aye," the rest agreed. They were happy for any idea at all.
"We first doest must elect the kings," Pansy purred. "Draco for king! Any of thou complain?"
"Grand idea," Crabbe grunted.
"Nay," Ron growled. "One foul king that son of Malfoy would be!"
Draco stood threateningly. "Thou challenge my—"
"Let us not fight," Bella cried.
"Fine," Draco muttered, slightly pink. "Who be the king of the other country?"
"Harry Potter," Ron said.
"Nay, I doest be not the best for king," Harry said humbly. "Let us elect Hermione as queen!" Harry's friends cheered.
"Draco and Hermione are thine leaders," said Neville. "Who shalt they rule?"
"I shalt be Draco's queen," Pansy said cleverly. "And Crabbe shalt—"
"Oi," Draco snapped. "Thou is not the king! I choose the positions, let anyone who wishes choose my kingdom! Pansy, another word and thou art banished." Pansy pouted.
"I shalt join thy kingdom, Hermione," Ron said graciously. "I be honored to serve such a fair queen."
"And I too," Harry said. "Even though this kingdom be but a game, we shalt have fun!"
"Aye," Neville said. "I do think Fred and George and Ginny dost be in thine kingdom, Hermione. I as well."
"I think I will be a vassal of Draco," Luna said mistily. "He is me friend, after all."
"Blimey, Luna! Thou? A vassal of Draco?" Ron said in horror. "Thou art be joking!"
"No one dost believe me," Luna said calmly. "I be a servant of Draco this game. Tis fine."
"To thou who dost believe in the goodness of man," Hermione said solemnly, "thou pick the path thine chose. Thou hath wisdom we doest hast not sometimes."
"If any of thou wish to be in my kingdom, make thineselves stand behind the table of the bench I do stand upon this day," Draco called.
Crabbe and Goyle lumbered over with Luna. Pansy, Theodore, Lily, and Mae stood behind the table upon which who's bench Draco standith that day. Mafalda went with the hope to be Draco's queen. The last to come was Sam.
Fred and George and Ginny joined Hermione. Collin and his brother, Denis, leapt to join the kingdom of that which Harry Potter be in. Victor Krum went there as well. Skyler and Jon became servants of the queen Hermione. Calypso, with no wish to be with the other kingdom, went to Hermione.
"Those under me only number nine," Draco muttered angrily, counting. He turned to Hermione. "Thou hast twelve!"
"Mine sister hath yet to be chosen," Harry said. "Sister!" he called. "Thou hast be a traitor in our eyes for thine ugly choice of friends—"
"Oi!" Draco snipped, slightly pink now. "Thou watch what thy say! I am not ugly."
Harry paused to glare at his rival, before continuing, "but for this game we art accepting thee!"
Bella stared at the floor. She hast no idea what can be done. To choose, her only friend or her sibling…her only friend for whom she hast given up all her friends to be with…
"We hast banished her from our common room for a reason," Hermione said. "Doest we want her in our kingdom? She hast chosen to make friends with thine enemy, Harry. Draco hath not proven himself the kindest or most trustworthy son of a lord."
"Not worthy indeed," Draco seethed softly. "Bella hath wisdom," he said grandly. "Thou shan't be kind or wise to dispose of a fair lady such as her."
"Fair," Pansy snipped mockingly. "Fair? Me begins to think thou art become mental. Thine father knowest the lowly girl hath only half wizard blood!"
"Thou know not of what thou speak," Draco muttered, staring at the floor so no one had to see his hot face.
"Half of wizard blood maketh no difference," Ron roared. "Thou art a lowly swine!"
Will continue on Tuesday! Check back for more!