Name: Egypt
Type: An A/U Draco/Hermione fic.
Author: ????
Summary: Hermione: Daughter of the ruler over a dessert clan who is adventurous and will do anything for her people. Even steel from the palace kitchen . . . and get caught . . . Draco: Future ruler of Egypt. A brat, self centered, and sought after by many women. He's womanizing and he is spoiled. Overly spoiled.
Their worlds collide and only adventure and heartache lay ahead. Maybe . . .
Notice: The trio appears in this fic. No Majick is used in this story.
Chapter Two. Happy Birthday Prince Draco
Draco stood alone on his bedchamber balcony, looking over the courtyard and down onto the little houses and watched a little black dot cross over them. His eyebrows knitted together and he looked harder. He couldn't see what it was. He closed his eyes and shook his head. It wasn't there any more.
"My eyes must be playing a trick on me." He reckoned with himself. All of a sudden, his door opened and in came two twin servant girls, holding his dress clothes and his headdress of a golden band with red stones decorating it.
"Your clothes your highness." They said in unison.
"Get out of my chamber." He sneered.
Draco ordered them to set them on the bed and they left, smiling and giggling. Draco rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe of the balcony and sighed. 'What a life.' Draco thought to himself.
"Draco!" came a high-pitched squeal. Draco jumped and hid behind a curtain that was used to cover his balcony during the day. His door burst open and in came a good-looking girl with long black hair and cream skin. She had on a white robe with a golden sash holding it up. It was form fitting, which would blow every other guy away, but not Draco. He had seen her naked more times than her pimp.
Pansy was annoying. Very annoying. Draco always told her to go away but she was stupid. He would have had her beheaded, but her father was a close friend with Draco's father, the Pharaoh. Draco even tried to push out of chariot that they occupied when they were traveling over a bridge. He failed, obviously. Did I mention she was stupid?
Pansy came running into the room and grinned stupidly. She looked around the room without looking under anything then she ran to the bed and pulled back the curtains.
"Draco? Draco! You're going to be late!" she squealed and picked up the clothes that were lying on his bed. "You haven't even dressed yet!" a beat "I can help you dress!" she said suggestively. 'Whore.' Draco thought scowling through the almost sheer cloth he was hiding behind. He watched as her silhouette walked quickly over to the cloth he was hiding behind and pulled it back. "Dracy! Come on! You need to get dressed!" she said in her high-pitched voice.
"If I am going to get dressed, Pansy, then you will leave and go down to the party!" Draco snapped. Pansy's smile didn't falter. She just grinned up at him. She stood on her toes, gave him a swift kiss on the lips and stepped back.
"We'll finish this later." She said seductively. Draco gritted his teeth and pushed forcefully toward the door and slammed the door in her face.
"No we won't!" he yelled through the door.
"Draco! But I love you! Please! Let me in!" she wailed through the doorway. Draco glared at the door and started to rub his temple.
He moved to the bed and took off his clothes. He put on his clothes which consisted of a knee length leotard with a turquoise belt that had one and a half feet of extra of cloth that hung down the front. He put his head on and stood back out onto the balcony and looked over the darkness. He heard a girl talking and pleading with someone. He looked in the direction of the voices and saw a guard carrying a good looking girl over his shoulder toward a door that was open, waiting for them to enter.
"I you don't put me down, right now, I will have to get physical. And I don't think you'd like that-." The closing of the door cut off her voice instantly and Draco started for the door.
"Women." He said in an exasperated sigh. He opened the door to his bedroom and stepped out. He walked down the hall and he meet up with his two main men. Their names were Crabbe and Goyle, but everyone called them Rosc and Mites.
"Hello Draco." Said Crabbe.
"Hello Rosc. How has your evening been?" he asked his friend.
"Good. We have a great surprise for you. You'll like it. We picked it up just recently and I think you will be quit pleased." Crabbe informed him quickly.
"Yes. I think it will come in great for your entertainment tonight." Goyle informed him, a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Really?" Draco asked. They were at the curtain that separated the three of them to the rest of the party held in the honor of his birthday.
"Yes. She will." Goyle said. Draco was going to turn to say something but Goyle pushed him through the curtain and the hall exploded with applause. Draco straightened up and walked toward his mother. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. He then walked over to his father and he greeted him.
"Hello father." Draco said. Lucius turned around and smiled at his son.
"Hello my son. Now, we shall celebrate your birthday." Lucius told him.
The party took three hours and was almost over. It had about thirty more minutes to go. Draco had turned eighteen that day and was enjoying every minute of it. Lots beautiful women, drink, happiness, women, song, and more women. Yes, everything was perfect. Well, until Rosc and Mites appeared.
"My lord and lady and our dearest Prince. Mites and I have a present for you. A present fit for only a future king. A present of great beauty, curve, and sensuality. We present to you The Desert Flower." Crabbe, I mean, Rosc announced. Draco looked expectantly at the door and when it opened, there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She sat atop a camel, wearing a skirt, a smutty top, and she also wore a beautiful scowl. A guard walked the camel toward Draco and pulled the girl off the camel forcefully.
Much thanks to:
Merimeet
Blood Rose077
And:
Ang3ldreams
Type: An A/U Draco/Hermione fic.
Author: ????
Summary: Hermione: Daughter of the ruler over a dessert clan who is adventurous and will do anything for her people. Even steel from the palace kitchen . . . and get caught . . . Draco: Future ruler of Egypt. A brat, self centered, and sought after by many women. He's womanizing and he is spoiled. Overly spoiled.
Their worlds collide and only adventure and heartache lay ahead. Maybe . . .
Notice: The trio appears in this fic. No Majick is used in this story.
Chapter Two. Happy Birthday Prince Draco
Draco stood alone on his bedchamber balcony, looking over the courtyard and down onto the little houses and watched a little black dot cross over them. His eyebrows knitted together and he looked harder. He couldn't see what it was. He closed his eyes and shook his head. It wasn't there any more.
"My eyes must be playing a trick on me." He reckoned with himself. All of a sudden, his door opened and in came two twin servant girls, holding his dress clothes and his headdress of a golden band with red stones decorating it.
"Your clothes your highness." They said in unison.
"Get out of my chamber." He sneered.
Draco ordered them to set them on the bed and they left, smiling and giggling. Draco rolled his eyes and leaned against the doorframe of the balcony and sighed. 'What a life.' Draco thought to himself.
"Draco!" came a high-pitched squeal. Draco jumped and hid behind a curtain that was used to cover his balcony during the day. His door burst open and in came a good-looking girl with long black hair and cream skin. She had on a white robe with a golden sash holding it up. It was form fitting, which would blow every other guy away, but not Draco. He had seen her naked more times than her pimp.
Pansy was annoying. Very annoying. Draco always told her to go away but she was stupid. He would have had her beheaded, but her father was a close friend with Draco's father, the Pharaoh. Draco even tried to push out of chariot that they occupied when they were traveling over a bridge. He failed, obviously. Did I mention she was stupid?
Pansy came running into the room and grinned stupidly. She looked around the room without looking under anything then she ran to the bed and pulled back the curtains.
"Draco? Draco! You're going to be late!" she squealed and picked up the clothes that were lying on his bed. "You haven't even dressed yet!" a beat "I can help you dress!" she said suggestively. 'Whore.' Draco thought scowling through the almost sheer cloth he was hiding behind. He watched as her silhouette walked quickly over to the cloth he was hiding behind and pulled it back. "Dracy! Come on! You need to get dressed!" she said in her high-pitched voice.
"If I am going to get dressed, Pansy, then you will leave and go down to the party!" Draco snapped. Pansy's smile didn't falter. She just grinned up at him. She stood on her toes, gave him a swift kiss on the lips and stepped back.
"We'll finish this later." She said seductively. Draco gritted his teeth and pushed forcefully toward the door and slammed the door in her face.
"No we won't!" he yelled through the door.
"Draco! But I love you! Please! Let me in!" she wailed through the doorway. Draco glared at the door and started to rub his temple.
He moved to the bed and took off his clothes. He put on his clothes which consisted of a knee length leotard with a turquoise belt that had one and a half feet of extra of cloth that hung down the front. He put his head on and stood back out onto the balcony and looked over the darkness. He heard a girl talking and pleading with someone. He looked in the direction of the voices and saw a guard carrying a good looking girl over his shoulder toward a door that was open, waiting for them to enter.
"I you don't put me down, right now, I will have to get physical. And I don't think you'd like that-." The closing of the door cut off her voice instantly and Draco started for the door.
"Women." He said in an exasperated sigh. He opened the door to his bedroom and stepped out. He walked down the hall and he meet up with his two main men. Their names were Crabbe and Goyle, but everyone called them Rosc and Mites.
"Hello Draco." Said Crabbe.
"Hello Rosc. How has your evening been?" he asked his friend.
"Good. We have a great surprise for you. You'll like it. We picked it up just recently and I think you will be quit pleased." Crabbe informed him quickly.
"Yes. I think it will come in great for your entertainment tonight." Goyle informed him, a bit of excitement in his voice.
"Really?" Draco asked. They were at the curtain that separated the three of them to the rest of the party held in the honor of his birthday.
"Yes. She will." Goyle said. Draco was going to turn to say something but Goyle pushed him through the curtain and the hall exploded with applause. Draco straightened up and walked toward his mother. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and a quick hug. He then walked over to his father and he greeted him.
"Hello father." Draco said. Lucius turned around and smiled at his son.
"Hello my son. Now, we shall celebrate your birthday." Lucius told him.
The party took three hours and was almost over. It had about thirty more minutes to go. Draco had turned eighteen that day and was enjoying every minute of it. Lots beautiful women, drink, happiness, women, song, and more women. Yes, everything was perfect. Well, until Rosc and Mites appeared.
"My lord and lady and our dearest Prince. Mites and I have a present for you. A present fit for only a future king. A present of great beauty, curve, and sensuality. We present to you The Desert Flower." Crabbe, I mean, Rosc announced. Draco looked expectantly at the door and when it opened, there was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She sat atop a camel, wearing a skirt, a smutty top, and she also wore a beautiful scowl. A guard walked the camel toward Draco and pulled the girl off the camel forcefully.
Much thanks to:
Merimeet
Blood Rose077
And:
Ang3ldreams