Greater The Scheme
Chapter 2: His Majesty
It was a strange morning.
Not that it started weird.
Actually, the morning itself started out pretty straightforward. Draco had awoken to the sound of his alarm clock, just like every other morning, took a shower, got dressed in his usual black suit and tie, forced himself to swallow some food and got out the door before 8:30.
It was after Draco stepped out his apartment door that things seemed strangely out of place. Like that old lady he had never seen before, standing by the mail boxes in the lobby, struggling, or seemingly struggling with the key. Or the man that stood by the foutain in the courtyard, smoking a fag with an umbrella in his hand, even though it wasn't raining.
Draco ignored everything and headed for his car, a dumpy sort of junk that should be put out of its misery.
All through the drive to work, Draco felt as if somebody was watching him, making the back of his neck itch and tingle with a strange sensation. But everytime he looked in the rearview mirror, expecting to see a man sitting in his backseat, or perhaps a car that has been following him for way too long, there was nothing. Telling himself that he was paranoid because of the excitment put on by the new job, Draco drove straight to work, didn't bother to stop by the tea shop. Even though he still owed them money.
As his officer building came into view, the feeling of being watched got even stronger, as if his non-existant stalker was shooting laser out of his eyes right on to the back of Draco's head.
Up the elevator, to the corridor, Draco pratically bolted into the meeting room. 45 minutes later, he practically bolted out of the meeting room, almost colliding with Ginny who came up to see how the meeting went.
"Arg, it was dreadful," Draco sighed, "The actual talking part only took 10 minutes and the rest of the time was spent waiting for his majesty to show up." Ginny gasped, "You mean he hasn't even called? How rude of him, to keep you waiting like that." They had made their way to the coffee room and Ginny poured herself and Draco a cup of tea, hers with two sugar and Draco with milk.
The two had tried to make a light conversation, but Draco wasn't in the mood. He was too nervous and the feeling of being watched never left him. "Do you feel that?" He asked the red head, who looked at him strangely, "The feeling of being watched." Ginny laughed, "Draco, they are not spying on you. You are just being paranoid." Draco frowned slightly, was about to reply with a witty comeback when somebody tapped him on the shoulder.
The shoulder tapper was a tall and muscley man who spoke with a heavy Scottish accent, "His majesty has arrived. I am to accompany you back to the meeting room."
Nodding before he was aware he was nodding, Draco soon found himself back in the room, where he was faced with the two royal council representatives, whom he had to fight not to stare back for 35 minutes when waiting for Prince Potter. There was also a new member in the room, with his back towards Draco.
Studing the back, Draco was suddenly hit with the strangest feeling of deja vu, but he quickly pushed it away when the female royal council representative, Ms. Didn't-Catch-Her-Name, stood up, "Welcome back, Mr. Malfoy. This is his majesty, Prince Harry Potter." Draco strolled across the room, stood beside the chair Prince Potter occupied and stuck out his hand, "Good morning, your majesty, I am Draco Malfoy."
For a second or two, there was no response from the other man, it made Draco nervous that he almost dropped his hand back to his side. Then, Prince Potter slowly turned towards Draco and the blond found himself staring at the human hurrican.
Eyes widening, internal alarm system going out, Draco could do nothing but stare as Prince Potter shook his hand disinterestedly. "Mr. Malfoy?" The male royal council representative's, Mr. Ben-Something, voice brought him back to reality. Quickly, he shut his mouth and took his seat.
If you asked Draco what happened in the meeting room, later whent he meeting ended, he would not be able to tell you, for he spent the rest of the meeting, only paying half attention and staring about the prince from the corner of his eyes. He couldn't believe that the prince would be the one that nicked his wallet and created such havok in the streets, it's absurd.
The council representatives has given him a folder full of paper, summarizing his responsibilities and the regulations he must follow. Draco was grateful for this, since he has no idea what he is doing.
As Draco turned to leave, the big man with the Scottish accent laid his hand on his shoulder, Draco froze, stopped and slowly turned. The man's name is Seamus Finnigan, whom the prince calls Fins, he was Prince Potter's body guard, he said, "You must come with us, we will go back to your place, allowing you to pack what you need, then go on to our destination." Draco felt his stomach dropping to his feet, nervous and paranoid, not a good combo, the blond nodded shakily and followed the big man to the parking lot.
Prince Potter was already there. Draco who spent the whole meeting staring, found himself staring once again, taking into account that the prince was a very handsome youth. He has jet black hair, messy, but at the same time, stylish, dressed in a black jacket and black dress pants, he was a image of trouble. Draco felt himself reinforcing his personal defenses.
Not much later, they arrived in front of Draco's shabby apartment building. The blond nervously glanced over at the prince, hoping that he wasn't smirking at the blond's living quarters. Fortunatly, the prince wasn't paying much attention to anything.
It wasn't until Draco got out of the car and was standing in front of the entrance of the apartment building, patting his pockets for the keys that he can never seem to find in under 5 seconds when Prince Potter got out and came to stand behind the blond. Draco felt his paranoia turning up to a higher notch, "Um..."
Prince Potter looked at Draco with a bored expression, "I don't want to stay in the car." He shrugged.
Draco decided not to argue.
Hurriedly, Draco ascended the stairs with the prince in a tow. "You live here?" The prince suddenly asked, causing Draco almost leap out of his skin. The answer to the question was so blatantly obvious that Draco was silent for almost 5 second before answering. No, I don't live here. I just like to come here once in a while and walking up and down the stairs for fun. "Yes."
There was a paper attatched to his apartment door, peeling it off, Draco saw that it was an eviction notice. His stomach sank to a new level of low. Guess Filch has had enough. Draco thought. Behind him, Prince Potter peered over the blond man's shoulder to see what he was reading, sensing this, Draco quickly folded the paper and placed it in his pocket.
Harry glowered, "What's with the hold up?" His new "supervisor" blinked, stuttered out a apology and swung the door open.
As Draco did so, he became quite aware of the fact his apartment was a mess. The dishes in the sink, the books, the clothing and papers piled on the tables. The walls were stained from its previous owners doing who knows what and the cracks in the ceiling that leaked during rainy season.
The prince was almost looking at the room with a poker face that made Draco even more paranoid than he was before. "Um... do you want some tea, your highness." Draco added as an afterthought.
To his surprise, the prince let a "hmph" and exited the apartment, leaving Draco to feel rejected and slightly pissed off. Spending no time dawdling, the blond man packed what he need, moslty clothing and hurried out.
He came back seconds later to phone Ginny about his car that was still parked in the office building parking lot.
Seems like I have forgotten the disclaimer on the first chapter, so here it is:
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
Sorry about the overall shortness of the story, but I was running low on ideas.
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