A/N: Hey guys, I didn't really plan on writing this chapter, but since
there's a request for Ron's reaction to the situation and for what Oliver
will do next, I've added in this bit.
Fairytale ish
Their response
Morning came with the singing birds. Everything gave a soft orange glow as the sun ascended slowly into the morning sky. Harry and Draco woke up in each other's arms. A brand new day. There was no more secrets, no more hiding.
"Morning." Draco looked down at the angelic form in his arms, his face glowed with a warmth that no has ever witnessed. Draco gave the prince a soft kiss before getting up, ready to continue with the journey. Harry smiled at him as he pulled the covers up whispering "give me a few more minutes."
"No. We need to get up, now." Draco held the two edge of the blanket and pulled it quickly of the mattress. Harry cringed slightly as the morning breeze touched his bare skin.
"Um. but I don't wanna get up. Your mean." Harry said sleepily, sounding like a whining child.
"Of course I'm mean, darling. I'm the Dragon, remember." He said as he put his black mask on.
"Yes, I almost forgot." Harry mumbled as he pulled his clothes on.
The two lovers walked outside together. The sun bathing them both with an unfamiliar but pleasant warmth.
Harry turned to see his brother. Why did he stay? He was suddenly nervous as he looked at his brother who was staring at him and his lover coldly. We would need to confront each other sometime, He thought.
Prince Harry turned to his blond lover who gave him a slight nod, telling him that he was thinking the same thing. Draco secretly gave him a reassuring smile.
The brunette headed towards his brother. His confidence melting with every step he took. There was an awkward silence. Oliver was the first to break it.
" My dear brother, I beg your forgiveness. I never should've let loose that fury. I was just.surprised."
Harry looked at his brother, his expression was one of hope. "So you accept?"
" I cannot answer now Harry, but I know that I cannot prevent you from being together."
Harry nodded in agreement before asking, "Why did you not leave?"
"How could I?" was Oliver's reply. " Leaving is an option erased from my mind, 'Tis not safe for you here and despite your.actions earlier, you're still my brother." He looked at his brother before adding "Just don't blind me with the sight of you and him, together." Oliver cringed at the thought.
The younger prince smiled. "Don't worry yourself, I don't plan on exposing myself or Draco in public, ever. I'm no exhibitionist."
Harry gave his brother as hug. Before he could turn to leave, Oliver spoke.
"But I am still far from approval." Harry stopped smiling. "I bare no power to stop you, but I disprove of you trusting the Dragon as you do. I know you feel for him but don't be too confident of him returning them. He might have said those lines to hundred before you. And never forget, he's still the Dragon."
Harry was silent, contemplating. Maybe Oliver's right.
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Meanwhile.
Ronald Weasley approached his best friend. A smirk plastered on his face. The masked blond noticed his friend and gave him a quick smile.
"Good morning Ron." He greeted the red head.
"G'morning to you too." Ron is grinning now.
" You wish to talk to me about my prince." He stated surely.
"'Your prince.' How possessive of you. Does he mind that you address him with such ownership? He is after all a prince." Draco just glared at Ron. "Or does he like to be dominated?"
"RON!" Draco yelled at his best friend. His anger was ignored. Ron didn't take the hint that this lover is different and that Draco would probably try to kill him soon if he doesn't stop.
"So, tell me, how'd you do it? Was it with those sweet lines, or did he offer himself to you?"
Draco was burning with fury. He grabbed Ron by the neck.
" Shut up!!! Unless you wish to have your tongue cut off and get castrated!"
Ron became silent. His mouth held shut as Draco released him. His eyes wide with shock. Ron just stared at him for a while.
"You really do love him." It wasn't a question but Draco nodded anyway.
"Draco," Ron spoke softly to his friend, sympathy in his eyes. "You know you shouldn't get too attached to him. Sooner or later you two will have to part."
Draco looked at Ron, slightly dazed not quite understanding what he said.
"Draco, no matter what happens, it doesn't change the fact that he is still the prince of Griffindor and you're still Dragon, leader of the thieves. He is a prince, and princes have to marry princesses. Princes have obligations to his family and his people. Princes live a comfortable life of luxury in palaces. You can't just take all of that from him, you can't expect him to give up his wealth, his life, his family, and his identity for you. When the time comes you'll have to let him go, set him free. There's no way for you to be together."
Ron's words cur Draco like a knife of truth slashing across his heart. But Draco stood still, his face emotionless beneath the black mask.
He left, getting back to his tent. Jumping on the mattress, pulling the warm blanket that they shared together, over himself. And there, hidden beneath the thick wool material, the icy silver eyes melted as quiet tears rolled down his face.
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A/N: That was a bit short, but I don't want to write anymore for this chapter. The next one might take a while, or not. I've started a new fic, but I haven't finished the prologue yet. Don't worry I'll finish this fic, not sure when but I will. I'll be going camping this Saturday though, like I said earlier.
Fairytale ish
Their response
Morning came with the singing birds. Everything gave a soft orange glow as the sun ascended slowly into the morning sky. Harry and Draco woke up in each other's arms. A brand new day. There was no more secrets, no more hiding.
"Morning." Draco looked down at the angelic form in his arms, his face glowed with a warmth that no has ever witnessed. Draco gave the prince a soft kiss before getting up, ready to continue with the journey. Harry smiled at him as he pulled the covers up whispering "give me a few more minutes."
"No. We need to get up, now." Draco held the two edge of the blanket and pulled it quickly of the mattress. Harry cringed slightly as the morning breeze touched his bare skin.
"Um. but I don't wanna get up. Your mean." Harry said sleepily, sounding like a whining child.
"Of course I'm mean, darling. I'm the Dragon, remember." He said as he put his black mask on.
"Yes, I almost forgot." Harry mumbled as he pulled his clothes on.
The two lovers walked outside together. The sun bathing them both with an unfamiliar but pleasant warmth.
Harry turned to see his brother. Why did he stay? He was suddenly nervous as he looked at his brother who was staring at him and his lover coldly. We would need to confront each other sometime, He thought.
Prince Harry turned to his blond lover who gave him a slight nod, telling him that he was thinking the same thing. Draco secretly gave him a reassuring smile.
The brunette headed towards his brother. His confidence melting with every step he took. There was an awkward silence. Oliver was the first to break it.
" My dear brother, I beg your forgiveness. I never should've let loose that fury. I was just.surprised."
Harry looked at his brother, his expression was one of hope. "So you accept?"
" I cannot answer now Harry, but I know that I cannot prevent you from being together."
Harry nodded in agreement before asking, "Why did you not leave?"
"How could I?" was Oliver's reply. " Leaving is an option erased from my mind, 'Tis not safe for you here and despite your.actions earlier, you're still my brother." He looked at his brother before adding "Just don't blind me with the sight of you and him, together." Oliver cringed at the thought.
The younger prince smiled. "Don't worry yourself, I don't plan on exposing myself or Draco in public, ever. I'm no exhibitionist."
Harry gave his brother as hug. Before he could turn to leave, Oliver spoke.
"But I am still far from approval." Harry stopped smiling. "I bare no power to stop you, but I disprove of you trusting the Dragon as you do. I know you feel for him but don't be too confident of him returning them. He might have said those lines to hundred before you. And never forget, he's still the Dragon."
Harry was silent, contemplating. Maybe Oliver's right.
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Meanwhile.
Ronald Weasley approached his best friend. A smirk plastered on his face. The masked blond noticed his friend and gave him a quick smile.
"Good morning Ron." He greeted the red head.
"G'morning to you too." Ron is grinning now.
" You wish to talk to me about my prince." He stated surely.
"'Your prince.' How possessive of you. Does he mind that you address him with such ownership? He is after all a prince." Draco just glared at Ron. "Or does he like to be dominated?"
"RON!" Draco yelled at his best friend. His anger was ignored. Ron didn't take the hint that this lover is different and that Draco would probably try to kill him soon if he doesn't stop.
"So, tell me, how'd you do it? Was it with those sweet lines, or did he offer himself to you?"
Draco was burning with fury. He grabbed Ron by the neck.
" Shut up!!! Unless you wish to have your tongue cut off and get castrated!"
Ron became silent. His mouth held shut as Draco released him. His eyes wide with shock. Ron just stared at him for a while.
"You really do love him." It wasn't a question but Draco nodded anyway.
"Draco," Ron spoke softly to his friend, sympathy in his eyes. "You know you shouldn't get too attached to him. Sooner or later you two will have to part."
Draco looked at Ron, slightly dazed not quite understanding what he said.
"Draco, no matter what happens, it doesn't change the fact that he is still the prince of Griffindor and you're still Dragon, leader of the thieves. He is a prince, and princes have to marry princesses. Princes have obligations to his family and his people. Princes live a comfortable life of luxury in palaces. You can't just take all of that from him, you can't expect him to give up his wealth, his life, his family, and his identity for you. When the time comes you'll have to let him go, set him free. There's no way for you to be together."
Ron's words cur Draco like a knife of truth slashing across his heart. But Draco stood still, his face emotionless beneath the black mask.
He left, getting back to his tent. Jumping on the mattress, pulling the warm blanket that they shared together, over himself. And there, hidden beneath the thick wool material, the icy silver eyes melted as quiet tears rolled down his face.
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A/N: That was a bit short, but I don't want to write anymore for this chapter. The next one might take a while, or not. I've started a new fic, but I haven't finished the prologue yet. Don't worry I'll finish this fic, not sure when but I will. I'll be going camping this Saturday though, like I said earlier.