A/N I'm really sorry but Harry won't be waking up in *that* kind of
situation, but don't worry, they will get together soon enough. Oh, and in
the previous chapter, Prince Oliver went after the princesses awhile after
they ran away so he didn't witness what Cho did. Oh, and if you don't
understand what they're saying in this story, just put that part in the
review.
Fairytale-ish
The Charming Prince meets the Charming Thief
"It was horrible (sob) They were chasing us, those foul inhuman creatures (sob) They were hidden in the darkness of the forest (sob) and (sob) they attack Princess Hannah with a dagger (lots more sob)." Princess Cho was sitting at the dining table at the Aurum Leoninus de Palace, cold tears sliding down her pale face as she told the Griffindor royal family the story of what happened in the forest.
The 17-year-old prince moves closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulder as he tries to comfort her. " Princess Hannah and Prince Harry sleeps well now, for nothing could touch them anymore. Don't cry dear princess, all will be well again. Only time can heal such wounds in our hearts." Prince Neville said.
" But why my dear Prince Harry, I never even said good bye before we part. Why am I here? Why'd they hence, to leave me be, all alone." She broke down and cried again.
" So what has been done to my young prince." The queen asked through the cries of the mourning princess, trying to stay calm.
" He hath not the time as to escape, mother." Prince Oliver spoke quietly, his eyes at the floor as he tried to stop tears from spilling out of his eyes.
Princess Cho cried harder that she is no longer coherent.
" We shall have a funeral in seven days, let the tears flow as rivers through our kingdom as we mourn for the brave Prince of Griffindor and the honourable Princess of Hufflepuff." King James announced as he his control wavered slightly, but he needed to be strong now. He needed to be strong for everyone.
"Please excuse me," Princess Cho said before she ran out of the dining hall.
" Neville, please go and make sure the princess is well." The King said calmly to his son.
Neville muttered a " Yes, father " before running after the weeping Princess.
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Princess Cho was in one of the hundreds of elegant bedrooms in the palace as Prince Neville walked in. The princess was laid down on the over-sized bed, propped up on her elbow. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curved into a seductive smile.
" How tangible was my act? Did the fools fall for it?" She asked the always- envious prince Neville.
"They sent me here to comfort you for your lost. Does that give you answers?" The pale, black haired prince smirked evilly as he looked over to the beautiful form sprawled so temptingly over the large bed.
"Then everything is as planned, my darling prince, two down, three more to go. I will need to thank that thief someday, they saved us quite a lot of work. We've ridden of both Prince Harry and Princess Hannah." Princess Cho moved on the bed to give the Prince room.
Prince Neville came to sit on the bed next to the temptress princess. "Yes, now Prince Oliver's crown will be fruitless, for he will have no heir and Prince Harry will not be here to rival me for the crown when Prince Oliver is dead. Then it will be you and I and we shall rule like no other has before us."
" Yes, we shall." The sensual princess whispered in his ears, her hot breath touching him before she leaned over to capture his soft but cold lips, ravishing him. She pushed him down onto the bed before slowly removing her garments.
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Prince Harry's eyes flutter open slowly as the handsome prince came into consciousness. As his emerald eyes slowly came into focus, he noticed that he was in a dark and dirty dungeon. There were steel bars on the rotten wooden door. One small candle in the corner of the room made the surroundings glow with a light orange colour.
The young prince lifted his hands up to his face. It was heavy and as he moved them he heard clinking noises. He looked down and saw rusted steel chains. He noticed that his ankles also bear the heavy ornament around them. They couldn't stop him from moving but they were large and heavy and would stop him from escaping. He looked at himself. There was dirt all over him and he looked a mess but there was no serious damage except for a few scratches and the swelling bump on his head. It was spinning like a whirlpool.
Then, the rotten wooden door creaked irritatingly as it opened and shut. The prince noticed a pair of black leather boots in front of him and looked up. It was the masked blond thief known as the Dragon.
He was dressed all in black, which contrasted with his platinum blond hair and his pale skin that glowed in the candlelight. He came closer and placed in front of the prince a tray of food. There were two roasted chicken legs and a bottle of fine wine. The chained prince eyed the wine sceptically.
"Took it from the princesses. They were gifts for you. Thought I'd return it." The Dragon explained.
The unruly haired prince gave the Dragon a curious look.
"They're not galls. For if it be my intentions that you are dead, then dead will you be."
" I know" The prince replied shortly, for that is not what he's thinking. "Why am I not dead?"
The Dragon went quiet for a few seconds. "I know not, Why did I not kill you?" He spoke more to himself than to the prince. "I had the chance and the reason to. You are my enemy, my chance at revenge upon the treacherous Griffindors. Yet, as the opportunity and time arises, kill you I cannot. I cannot pierce that sharp hard blade into your beating heart even if time and time again I did it to so many others before you." He snorted. "I can't even let you starve, leave you to death. I even had to bring this food to you myself and I know not why."
The prince had already started eating, as he was famished. He heard the speech of the black and white dragon and started thinking.
" Maybe you're starting to feel guilty?" he said innocently.
"Guilty, NEVER. I am the Dragon, a creature of fire encased in ice, I have no remorse, I am a brutal killer who feels not of guilt nor remorse nor love." He said coldly as he tried to convince himself of that.
The masked blond stalked over to the prince, as if ready to attack, but stopped. He stared into the prince's eyes, emerald meets silver as their breaths caressed each other's skin, their lips almost touching as heat waves travel through both of their bodies. They were so close and for a long while neither moved to break the silence. Time itself seemed to stop.
The moment passed and the masked blond turned away. He moved towards the door.
"Wait." The prince said as the door began to creak open. "Can I at least see your face?"
The Dragon hesitated for a few seconds before he pulled of the black mask to reveal the face beneath. It was the most beautiful face the prince had ever seen, the delicate features on his face was so perfectly put together, his shining silver eyes sparkled like diamonds as his pale skin glowed in the pale light, making him look like an angel.
Then the angel put the mask back on, covering the beautiful face as he left the Prince staring after him.
How could someone so cruel be so beautiful? The prince thought. He's even more beautiful than Princess Cho.Wait. What am I thinking, sanity must have left me since the blow to the head. He's a man. And not just any man, he's the DRAGON, the most ruthless criminal in the four kingdoms. And I'm in love with Princess Cho.right?
As the dragon left the prince with his thoughts his wander, wander back to the prince. How can there be such innocence left in this reality? And why did I have to find it in my enemy? And why did I show him my face? Most of the thieves here did not see my true face. Why him? Some part of him answered. It was his eyes. Those amazing pools of emerald that showed the beautiful innocence. And his lips, those luscious pink lips that looked both so delicious yet like the eyes revealed innocence and honesty.
He snapped back to reality as he crashed right into his best friend Ron Weasley. The red head stared at the blond.
" Where hath thou mind float to, Draco? You walked as if in your own world."
"Oh! Nowhere in particular" The blond said a little too quickly.
" Riiiight" He looked at Draco suspiciously
" Ron, may I ask for a favour? "
"What do you want of me?"
" I wanted to ask if you could be my eyes and ears in Griffindor. Report to us of the news of the events there."
" Sure, Draco" He said. And he was off to Griffindor.
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The young Lady Hermione Granger laid down on her soft bed as she picked up the letters sent to her from her love. Slowly she untied the red ribbons on the roll of parchment and began to read.
Dear Hermione, my love, It has been a year since I last saw your beautiful face. I miss your smile, I miss your touch, I miss the stolen kisses. Every minute of my life is a torture without you. I think of you, every time I passed the castle you use to live in, every time there's a banquet, every time I see wine, every time I see a smile. I can't stop thinking about you. The distances, the age, the opinion, the consequences, these things shall not change how I feel. Every breath I take without you feels like the last.
I love you more than words can describe.
Severus Snape
A soft smile touched the face of the sixteen-year-old girl as tears slid down, drop by drop from her brown eyes. The letter filled her with so many emotions. Even a year after she left Slytherin, neither her nor Severus' love for each other wavered, it continues to grow as time slips by.
The wavy brown haired girl heard a knock on the door. She quickly stuffed the letters in the loose floorboard under her bed before stumbling outside to meet her best friend Parvati Patil.
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Okay, so what do you think? I promised to try and get them together soon. My Internet is finally working now so I can post the story more easily, but I'm quite busy lately, I'll try to find time to write some more.
Mwah! Luv ya! Please Review.
Fairytale-ish
The Charming Prince meets the Charming Thief
"It was horrible (sob) They were chasing us, those foul inhuman creatures (sob) They were hidden in the darkness of the forest (sob) and (sob) they attack Princess Hannah with a dagger (lots more sob)." Princess Cho was sitting at the dining table at the Aurum Leoninus de Palace, cold tears sliding down her pale face as she told the Griffindor royal family the story of what happened in the forest.
The 17-year-old prince moves closer to her, putting his hands on her shoulder as he tries to comfort her. " Princess Hannah and Prince Harry sleeps well now, for nothing could touch them anymore. Don't cry dear princess, all will be well again. Only time can heal such wounds in our hearts." Prince Neville said.
" But why my dear Prince Harry, I never even said good bye before we part. Why am I here? Why'd they hence, to leave me be, all alone." She broke down and cried again.
" So what has been done to my young prince." The queen asked through the cries of the mourning princess, trying to stay calm.
" He hath not the time as to escape, mother." Prince Oliver spoke quietly, his eyes at the floor as he tried to stop tears from spilling out of his eyes.
Princess Cho cried harder that she is no longer coherent.
" We shall have a funeral in seven days, let the tears flow as rivers through our kingdom as we mourn for the brave Prince of Griffindor and the honourable Princess of Hufflepuff." King James announced as he his control wavered slightly, but he needed to be strong now. He needed to be strong for everyone.
"Please excuse me," Princess Cho said before she ran out of the dining hall.
" Neville, please go and make sure the princess is well." The King said calmly to his son.
Neville muttered a " Yes, father " before running after the weeping Princess.
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Princess Cho was in one of the hundreds of elegant bedrooms in the palace as Prince Neville walked in. The princess was laid down on the over-sized bed, propped up on her elbow. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, her lips curved into a seductive smile.
" How tangible was my act? Did the fools fall for it?" She asked the always- envious prince Neville.
"They sent me here to comfort you for your lost. Does that give you answers?" The pale, black haired prince smirked evilly as he looked over to the beautiful form sprawled so temptingly over the large bed.
"Then everything is as planned, my darling prince, two down, three more to go. I will need to thank that thief someday, they saved us quite a lot of work. We've ridden of both Prince Harry and Princess Hannah." Princess Cho moved on the bed to give the Prince room.
Prince Neville came to sit on the bed next to the temptress princess. "Yes, now Prince Oliver's crown will be fruitless, for he will have no heir and Prince Harry will not be here to rival me for the crown when Prince Oliver is dead. Then it will be you and I and we shall rule like no other has before us."
" Yes, we shall." The sensual princess whispered in his ears, her hot breath touching him before she leaned over to capture his soft but cold lips, ravishing him. She pushed him down onto the bed before slowly removing her garments.
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Prince Harry's eyes flutter open slowly as the handsome prince came into consciousness. As his emerald eyes slowly came into focus, he noticed that he was in a dark and dirty dungeon. There were steel bars on the rotten wooden door. One small candle in the corner of the room made the surroundings glow with a light orange colour.
The young prince lifted his hands up to his face. It was heavy and as he moved them he heard clinking noises. He looked down and saw rusted steel chains. He noticed that his ankles also bear the heavy ornament around them. They couldn't stop him from moving but they were large and heavy and would stop him from escaping. He looked at himself. There was dirt all over him and he looked a mess but there was no serious damage except for a few scratches and the swelling bump on his head. It was spinning like a whirlpool.
Then, the rotten wooden door creaked irritatingly as it opened and shut. The prince noticed a pair of black leather boots in front of him and looked up. It was the masked blond thief known as the Dragon.
He was dressed all in black, which contrasted with his platinum blond hair and his pale skin that glowed in the candlelight. He came closer and placed in front of the prince a tray of food. There were two roasted chicken legs and a bottle of fine wine. The chained prince eyed the wine sceptically.
"Took it from the princesses. They were gifts for you. Thought I'd return it." The Dragon explained.
The unruly haired prince gave the Dragon a curious look.
"They're not galls. For if it be my intentions that you are dead, then dead will you be."
" I know" The prince replied shortly, for that is not what he's thinking. "Why am I not dead?"
The Dragon went quiet for a few seconds. "I know not, Why did I not kill you?" He spoke more to himself than to the prince. "I had the chance and the reason to. You are my enemy, my chance at revenge upon the treacherous Griffindors. Yet, as the opportunity and time arises, kill you I cannot. I cannot pierce that sharp hard blade into your beating heart even if time and time again I did it to so many others before you." He snorted. "I can't even let you starve, leave you to death. I even had to bring this food to you myself and I know not why."
The prince had already started eating, as he was famished. He heard the speech of the black and white dragon and started thinking.
" Maybe you're starting to feel guilty?" he said innocently.
"Guilty, NEVER. I am the Dragon, a creature of fire encased in ice, I have no remorse, I am a brutal killer who feels not of guilt nor remorse nor love." He said coldly as he tried to convince himself of that.
The masked blond stalked over to the prince, as if ready to attack, but stopped. He stared into the prince's eyes, emerald meets silver as their breaths caressed each other's skin, their lips almost touching as heat waves travel through both of their bodies. They were so close and for a long while neither moved to break the silence. Time itself seemed to stop.
The moment passed and the masked blond turned away. He moved towards the door.
"Wait." The prince said as the door began to creak open. "Can I at least see your face?"
The Dragon hesitated for a few seconds before he pulled of the black mask to reveal the face beneath. It was the most beautiful face the prince had ever seen, the delicate features on his face was so perfectly put together, his shining silver eyes sparkled like diamonds as his pale skin glowed in the pale light, making him look like an angel.
Then the angel put the mask back on, covering the beautiful face as he left the Prince staring after him.
How could someone so cruel be so beautiful? The prince thought. He's even more beautiful than Princess Cho.Wait. What am I thinking, sanity must have left me since the blow to the head. He's a man. And not just any man, he's the DRAGON, the most ruthless criminal in the four kingdoms. And I'm in love with Princess Cho.right?
As the dragon left the prince with his thoughts his wander, wander back to the prince. How can there be such innocence left in this reality? And why did I have to find it in my enemy? And why did I show him my face? Most of the thieves here did not see my true face. Why him? Some part of him answered. It was his eyes. Those amazing pools of emerald that showed the beautiful innocence. And his lips, those luscious pink lips that looked both so delicious yet like the eyes revealed innocence and honesty.
He snapped back to reality as he crashed right into his best friend Ron Weasley. The red head stared at the blond.
" Where hath thou mind float to, Draco? You walked as if in your own world."
"Oh! Nowhere in particular" The blond said a little too quickly.
" Riiiight" He looked at Draco suspiciously
" Ron, may I ask for a favour? "
"What do you want of me?"
" I wanted to ask if you could be my eyes and ears in Griffindor. Report to us of the news of the events there."
" Sure, Draco" He said. And he was off to Griffindor.
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The young Lady Hermione Granger laid down on her soft bed as she picked up the letters sent to her from her love. Slowly she untied the red ribbons on the roll of parchment and began to read.
Dear Hermione, my love, It has been a year since I last saw your beautiful face. I miss your smile, I miss your touch, I miss the stolen kisses. Every minute of my life is a torture without you. I think of you, every time I passed the castle you use to live in, every time there's a banquet, every time I see wine, every time I see a smile. I can't stop thinking about you. The distances, the age, the opinion, the consequences, these things shall not change how I feel. Every breath I take without you feels like the last.
I love you more than words can describe.
Severus Snape
A soft smile touched the face of the sixteen-year-old girl as tears slid down, drop by drop from her brown eyes. The letter filled her with so many emotions. Even a year after she left Slytherin, neither her nor Severus' love for each other wavered, it continues to grow as time slips by.
The wavy brown haired girl heard a knock on the door. She quickly stuffed the letters in the loose floorboard under her bed before stumbling outside to meet her best friend Parvati Patil.
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Okay, so what do you think? I promised to try and get them together soon. My Internet is finally working now so I can post the story more easily, but I'm quite busy lately, I'll try to find time to write some more.
Mwah! Luv ya! Please Review.