Disclaimer: No, they still don't belong to me. My birthday still hasn't passed though…..
AN: Well, it's been a while, hope everyone saw my (admittedly pathetic) apology. It's been tough going, but I'm now updating with great gusto. The next few updates may also be a bit slow, but mark my words, when my exams are over in June….. There will be so much Princess Harry your eyes will bleed from reading so much. Ok, I'm done now. This chapter is dedicated to Alix, Hannah and Lei, for nagging me until I went deaf. Thanks you three, you're the best friends a girl could ever want! On with the Princess Harry then! LA!
Due to a hideous oversight on the part of the author, Prince Lucius had somehow managed to sneak up behind our two heroes, and was now watching them canoodle from the top of the hill that they had just flung themselves down. He was in a worse mood than usual, as this plot hole had cost him a hell of a lot of witty dialogue. He was especially peeved about not being able to say his favourite line, so decided to say it anyway, even though it made very little, if any, sense.
'I always think everything could be a trap, which is why I'm still alive.' Macnair looked at him rather oddly, but decided on the wise, prudent course of action and said nothing.
Draco looked up at Lucius, and smirked. 'Ha! Your troll fiancé is too late! Another couple of steps and we'll be safe in the Forbidden Forest.'
Harry looked at him in terror, 'We'll never survive!' he squealed.
'Nonsense. You're just saying that because no one ever has.'
The two of them slunk into the Forest, the only noise being that of Harry's teeth chattering in fear. Draco cautiously pulled out his very manly wand, and, taking Harry's hand, moved forward, protecting Harry's body with his own, slashing at any impudent vines that dared to get in his way.
Suddenly, there was a popping sound, followed by a 'CRACK!', and the bottom of Harry's robes caught fire. Harry shrieked, grabbed a leaf from a nearby tree, and began ineffectively flapping at the fire, hoping that it would go away. However, all that he succeeded in doing was setting the leaf on fire. Draco grabbed him, and started beating out the fire in his robes. When it was out, Draco brushed Harry's hair off his face and smiled at him.
'There. That was an adventure. Singed a bit, were you?'
Harry smiled weakly and shook his head. 'You?'
Draco frowned and shook his head back. Then he took Harry's hand again, and they continued through the forest.
'Draco, I have a couple of questions.'
'Fire away, pumpkin.'
'Ok, how are you alive? It's amazing, but I don't understand how, I mean, the Durmstrang students killed you. Dumbledore said that they cut you down in the corridor when they found out that you were poor. How did you survive?'
'Well, I'll explain….' started Draco, but Harry interrupted him suddenly.
'Wait, I've thought of a more important question, you can answer that one in a moment.'
'Ok, shoot.'
'Draco…'
'Yes?'
'Why are you wearing pink?'HHarr