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 Notice: Tragedy falls over Egypt and it sends Draco wandering into the desert. Dat a bad bad 'ting. Mmhm.
Chapter Four. Far From Home
A week and a half passed for Draco since Hermione had left his chamber after tying him up and leaving down the balcony. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't stop thinking about the way she frowned and how she smiled, and how she out smarted him. He remembered how she ran away from his life, out of it. Inside, he didn't want her to. He wanted her stay. Which he never wanted after he had kissed a girl before. But Hermione had been different.
Draco woke up earlier a morning not long after that one and lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. The girl next to him rolled over and she rested her hand over his bare chest and the girl on the other side just snuggled up next to him. 'Ah yes, the twin maids. Cleo and Cleopatra.' Draco thought. He looked at the two seventeen year olds that laid sleeping by his side. They were beautiful, but not near as beautiful as Hermione.
"Get her out of your head, Draco. She's gone." He said to himself. He was hoping she would come back to him, but he knew she wasn't going to.
"Draco!" someone busted into Draco's room, waking the twins and alarming all three of them. Draco looked at the panic stricken Mites and worry came evident on his face.
"What is it Mites?" Draco asked.
"Get dressed. You two get to the kitchens. Quickly." The two girls grabbed their clothes and left in a hurry. Draco got out of bed and put on his clothes.
Mites lead him far into the palace and as they got closer and closer to his mother's bedchamber, Draco became more and more worried. His mother had been sick for quite some time and he dreaded the worst. She had something called Jenthric. It was something that could stop your heart automatically, whenever it wants, wherever it wants. Draco's baby sister had it and she was dead by the age of five. Draco missed Demise. She was the best little sister any brother could have; a tomboy who loved to be around Draco and play tricks on the priests.
When they got to the queens bedchamber door, Mites opened it slowly and closed it after Draco had gotten in. Draco hated what he saw. The bed that his mother was laying in was all white. Every last part of it was white. That only meant one thing. Death.
Draco slowly walked over to his mother's bedside and kneeled down. He took her hand in his and he looked at his mother's lifeless body. She looked so peaceful, lying in her white night gown, with the white sheets and the white linen. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her pillow and her eyes were shut and painted with gold and black eyeliner. Her lips were painted brilliant gold and on her hands had only the wedding band that his father had given her.
Wait . . . his father. Draco wondered where he was. His father loved his mother very much and Draco knew where he would be if he knew about his mother's passing on.
The pond in the courtyard was where his father first admitted his love to his mother and where they shared their first kiss. Draco stood and left the room and ran out of the palace and toward his father. Sure enough, he was there and it looked as thought he was crying. Draco slowly approached him and rested his hand on his shoulder. There was a long period of time where they didn't say anything, until his father broke the silence.
"It all happened so fast. I was talking to her and I was holding her and when I asked her a question, she didn't answer. I can't believe she's gone. But I have to keep my face." Lucius said straightening up. Draco got angry after the last sentence.
"Keep your face? Your wife just died and that's all you can say? 'But I have to keep my face'? How could you say that?" Draco asked bewildered.
"Draco, I am king of Egypt. I am supposed to keep face through all things bad and good." Lucius explained, turning to his son.
"You are pathetic." Draco turned and ran away: through the streets of Egypt, out the front arch, and into the desert. He didn't look back. He didn't want to. He ran for as long as his legs could carry him. By nightfall he was sleeping in the sand from exhaustion and he had cried himself to sleep (A.N: Now that I reread that, he sounds like a twelve-year- old girl). After a few hours of sleeping, he got back up and walked until nightfall the next night.
Two days passed and Draco was starting to get very thirsty and very hungry. He was on the brink of passing out when a faint sound of footsteps could be heard. He turned and saw a camel trotting his way. He walked to it and mounted it. He grabbed the water bag and drunk the last few drops of water left, and a roll from another bag. He ate it happily as the camel went it's own way. That night, after eating a little more, he fell asleep on the camel and was awoken the next morning by a bit of screaming . . .
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 Notice: Tragedy falls over Egypt and it sends Draco wandering into the desert. Dat a bad bad 'ting. Mmhm.
Chapter Four. Far From Home
A week and a half passed for Draco since Hermione had left his chamber after tying him up and leaving down the balcony. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He couldn't stop thinking about the way she frowned and how she smiled, and how she out smarted him. He remembered how she ran away from his life, out of it. Inside, he didn't want her to. He wanted her stay. Which he never wanted after he had kissed a girl before. But Hermione had been different.
Draco woke up earlier a morning not long after that one and lay in bed, looking at the ceiling. The girl next to him rolled over and she rested her hand over his bare chest and the girl on the other side just snuggled up next to him. 'Ah yes, the twin maids. Cleo and Cleopatra.' Draco thought. He looked at the two seventeen year olds that laid sleeping by his side. They were beautiful, but not near as beautiful as Hermione.
"Get her out of your head, Draco. She's gone." He said to himself. He was hoping she would come back to him, but he knew she wasn't going to.
"Draco!" someone busted into Draco's room, waking the twins and alarming all three of them. Draco looked at the panic stricken Mites and worry came evident on his face.
"What is it Mites?" Draco asked.
"Get dressed. You two get to the kitchens. Quickly." The two girls grabbed their clothes and left in a hurry. Draco got out of bed and put on his clothes.
Mites lead him far into the palace and as they got closer and closer to his mother's bedchamber, Draco became more and more worried. His mother had been sick for quite some time and he dreaded the worst. She had something called Jenthric. It was something that could stop your heart automatically, whenever it wants, wherever it wants. Draco's baby sister had it and she was dead by the age of five. Draco missed Demise. She was the best little sister any brother could have; a tomboy who loved to be around Draco and play tricks on the priests.
When they got to the queens bedchamber door, Mites opened it slowly and closed it after Draco had gotten in. Draco hated what he saw. The bed that his mother was laying in was all white. Every last part of it was white. That only meant one thing. Death.
Draco slowly walked over to his mother's bedside and kneeled down. He took her hand in his and he looked at his mother's lifeless body. She looked so peaceful, lying in her white night gown, with the white sheets and the white linen. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her pillow and her eyes were shut and painted with gold and black eyeliner. Her lips were painted brilliant gold and on her hands had only the wedding band that his father had given her.
Wait . . . his father. Draco wondered where he was. His father loved his mother very much and Draco knew where he would be if he knew about his mother's passing on.
The pond in the courtyard was where his father first admitted his love to his mother and where they shared their first kiss. Draco stood and left the room and ran out of the palace and toward his father. Sure enough, he was there and it looked as thought he was crying. Draco slowly approached him and rested his hand on his shoulder. There was a long period of time where they didn't say anything, until his father broke the silence.
"It all happened so fast. I was talking to her and I was holding her and when I asked her a question, she didn't answer. I can't believe she's gone. But I have to keep my face." Lucius said straightening up. Draco got angry after the last sentence.
"Keep your face? Your wife just died and that's all you can say? 'But I have to keep my face'? How could you say that?" Draco asked bewildered.
"Draco, I am king of Egypt. I am supposed to keep face through all things bad and good." Lucius explained, turning to his son.
"You are pathetic." Draco turned and ran away: through the streets of Egypt, out the front arch, and into the desert. He didn't look back. He didn't want to. He ran for as long as his legs could carry him. By nightfall he was sleeping in the sand from exhaustion and he had cried himself to sleep (A.N: Now that I reread that, he sounds like a twelve-year- old girl). After a few hours of sleeping, he got back up and walked until nightfall the next night.
Two days passed and Draco was starting to get very thirsty and very hungry. He was on the brink of passing out when a faint sound of footsteps could be heard. He turned and saw a camel trotting his way. He walked to it and mounted it. He grabbed the water bag and drunk the last few drops of water left, and a roll from another bag. He ate it happily as the camel went it's own way. That night, after eating a little more, he fell asleep on the camel and was awoken the next morning by a bit of screaming . . .