The Elfin Prince
Jona Nehru
-2005-

!!Warning!! Mpreg and Slash if you don't like don't read… sorry for not putting this in before chapters! Also strong language…

An: Thanks everyone for their loving reviews! –sniff sniff- I didn't think my story would be so good. I've decided that I will do lemon, but not just yet I know sorry guys. But listen I will post an R rated version in a week or so. Please don't kill me. Exams are coming up in a couple of weeks so my teachers are laying homework on me like there is no tomorrow… SO anyways here's your chapter… I'm trying to write more and more every time I update. Hopefully I'll have nice long 10 page chapters soon. Guys I might also just change the rating to R… any one tell me if they have a problem with this and I will not change it…

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Chapter 8
After Effects

Draco's breath slowly calmed down. He was confused, but thankfully the pain from earlier that night had subsided. He turned and looked at Harry, who was also trying to catch his breath. Then he turned on his side.

Harry stared at him. That was it? No yelling? No, 'how fucking dare you?' Harry waited, for a minute, the minute turned to five then to ten. He heard Draco's breath even out signaling that he had fallen asleep. What the fuck had just happened? Harry looked at Draco. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED? Harry was getting pissed and fast he had to get out of here before he did something rash.

He pulled on his slacks and walked out of the room. He walked out of his chambers and down to the kitchen. He needed something hot. Something soothing. Maybe some coffee would help him calm down.

"Harry?" A voice said as Harry reached the kitchens. Harry turned and looked at the person.

"Ron, what are you doing at here?" Harry asked as he tickled the pair.

"Could ask you the same question mate," Ron said as he followed Harry into the kitchens.

"Getting away from an ass," Harry said quietly. Then asked Dobby, who had arrived with a smile, for a strong cup of coffee.

"I see. You know Harry that stuff is, like, poison." Harry just shrugged and began to drink his coffee. Ron had a cup of tea, with some biscuits. "So how is Malfoy anyways?"

"Fine."

"What happened to him earlier?" Ron questioned. Harry sighed.

"He kind of went into a trance you could say. The only I was able to wake him up is to have sex with the bastard," Harry explained to Ron as he took another sip. "The thing that bugs me the most is he didn't say anything after. He just turned away and fell asleep. No 'why did I wake up to you fucking me' or… or anything."

Ron looked at his friend confused. "Harry, shouldn't you be glad that he didn't ask you anything? That he didn't go ballistic?"

"Yes, I guess should be. But then again- when have I ever done the normal thing?" Harry retorted. "It's just frustrating. I can never figure him out. I'm always expecting him to do one thing and he does the complete opposite. First it happened during the time I got crowned Prince. I mean he briefed everything for me. Made me feel more at ease. He gave me tips and everything. Then the time that we danced. Out of nowhere he just leaned up and kissed me. Then there was the time after the dance when he found out that Tulane and Maletin were married and in love. He turned to me and said 'Guess everyone but us are in love,' in a really bitter tone. Then this. How am I supposed to work out a relationship with him, if I never know how he's going to react?"

Ron studied his friend intently. Then he asked a question. A question that Ron hoped was answered with a yes. "Harry, are you in love with Malfoy?"

Harry stared at Ron with shock evident in his face. "No Ron, how can I fall in love with a man that I hated for almost 6 years in less then three days?"

Ron sighed. "So why are you stressing over this? Maybe Malfoy was just tired. He'll probably yell at you tomorrow when he's in his right mind again."

"You're probably right."

"So how did everything go in the Elfin world?" Ron asked.

"The name is Elavain, Ron. Everything went fine. Some of the elders are jackasses other then that I liked it. It's really a beautiful place. I must take you and Hermione there sometime. She would be thrilled," Harry said.

"Yeah she would," Ron said a little dreamily.

"So when are you going to ask her out?" Harry asked teasingly.

"What? What are you talking about? I would never ask Hermione out. She's my best friend…"

The night went on with the two friends arguing and catching up on the missed months.


Draco woke up alone and feeling cold. It had never before bothered him, but today it did. He had secretly wished that he had woken up with Harry lying beside him. Yesterday had been…truly weird. The pain that took over him before he passed out was huge. When he came to, he was having sex with Harry. Yes… that had been weird yet it didn't really bother him. 'I mean, come on. If I have to be married to him, might as well get something out of it right?' Was he wrong to think that? Well, he didn't think so. He was a guy used to having sex a couple times a day. Usually with different people.

Draco got up and stretched his sore muscles. He didn't hurt like the first time. Harry had been much gentler last night than he had before. He enjoyed the gentle touches and kisses. Draco sighed. It was going to be a long couple of weeks. Why? 'Because I think I'm falling for the enemy.'


"Harry, you do know that you will have to continue taking the extra practices and lessons right? You will be taking some new courses because you must learn to control your elfin magic. This will be happening with Draco and Tulane. Maletin has gladly accepted the Defense against Dark arts position for this year, so he can stay with you," Dumbledore explained two days after the incident. It was lunch time on September 1st, and all the students would be there in but a couple of hours.

Everyone had decided that keeping the situation at hand quiet from others at the school. Harry and Draco had to use an illusion charm to cover up the pointy ears that were making themselves known. It was quite funny when Draco had woken Harry up, screaming his head off, because Harry had pointy ears.

So everything was supposed to be hush-hush. To ensure that, they had revised Harry and Draco's chambers. The rooms now had two doors. One leading from the Gryffindor tower, and the other from the Slytherin dungeons.

Harry was going to ask if they could make another room for him, but Draco had just said the bed was big enough for both of them. Surprising no? Well that's what Harry thought anyways. It confused Draco as well. If he knew that he had conflicting feelings for Harry, why would he just invite the boy to sleep with him? The last two mornings Draco had woken up in Harry's arms. Harry seemed amused with this; Draco, though he secretly loved it, threw a fit both times.

Draco just couldn't understand what was happening. He just couldn't. This was the man he had hated more then a week ago. This was the man he had hated almost all his life. Why couldn't he hate him any more? What was different about him now? Funny thing, he didn't have the answer to any of this.


After lunch that day Draco went and talked to Snape.

"I just don't get how I can just suddenly feel so weird about him. I just want to know what is happening!" Draco yelled as he paced Snape's room.

"Draco please sit down, you're giving me a headache," Snape told Draco, rubbing his temple with two fingers. "As for your feelings, I don't know, I am not a Physiatrist. I wouldn't know, but it sounds similar to what I felt when I started my relationship with Remus," Snape said as Draco sat down.

Draco pouted cutely. "NO!! That cant's be it! There must be something else," he yelled before he got up and stomped out of Snape's chambers. He rampaged through the castle and almost made it to his room when he ran into something solid. Okay not so solid if it catches you around the waist.

"Never thought you to be clumsy," the soft voice of Harry said. His amusement was evident in his tone and eyes.

Draco groaned; just what he needed. Damn, his hormones went wild once they realized which body was flushed up against him. All his blood went south.

Harry chuckled when he noticed something hard poking against his thigh. 'Still has a one track mind. Even after the last time. Oh well; makes my job easier.'

"I was looking for you. Do you want to do it now or after the feast? I would prefer now since then we'll get a decent night of sleep for first day of classes," Harry said as Draco fought his tight hold to get out. It's not like Harry wasn't perfectly willing. Even if Harry wasn't in love with Draco, the sex wasn't half bad.

Draco sighed. No use fighting, Harry was just stronger then him. When this happened Draco wasn't sure. Harry had always been the scrawny kid. Even Draco with his shortness was bigger and taller then him. "Whatever- I don't care. Now let go of me. I don't want people to see me in your arms like some woman!"

Harry let him go and Draco went straight for their chambers. Harry followed. Once they got in Harry pounced Draco pining him under Harry and up against the wall. He started to kiss the spot right above Draco's collar. Draco immediately melted. 'God damn it!' Draco thought as Harry gently pushed him against the bed.


The feast wasn't a good affair for both Draco and Harry. Draco had Pansy latched to his arm, and no matter what he said or did could not get the annoying girl off of him. Harry had to sit there and watch as the bitch attacked Draco. Harry was being to feel very dominant, and before he pounced he had to get out of the great hall. Problem was that it was still only the middle of Dumbledore's speech. Harry couldn't take it any more. It was getting on his nerves. First everyone stares at him like ice cream waiting to be eaten then the bitch attaches herself to Draco. Dumbledore stopped speaking when Harry got up and ran out of the room. He raised his eyebrow slightly at Ron and Hermione and both swiftly nodded to Draco. The entire Great hall was quiet all staring at the door in shock. Dumbledore shook his head then smiled and continued his speech as if nothing happened.

Draco had finally Pansy off him when Dumbledore had finished speaking and without touching his meal left the Great Hall as well. He was tired and he just wanted to go to sleep. He made his was to his rooms and entered. Just as he got to the bedroom, someone grabbed him and pinned him up against the wall.

Draco stared into intense emerald eyes. "What the fuck were you thinking? Letting that slut hang off you like that," Harry hissed. His eyes weren't quiet right; it was like he was being possessed. This scared Draco, tens times worse then Pansy ever had. And Pansy had scared him quiet a bit. But after a couple of years in practicing and he learned not to show his fear.

"Nothing, Potter. Not that it is of any concern to you but, I would never even want to touch that whore. She's the one that was hanging of me," Draco shot back, beginning to struggle against Harry.

Harry pushed Draco back harder. "Don't lie to me." Harry said. His voice was low and threatening.

"I-I'm no-t," Draco replied his fear now getting the best of him.

"Good then you won't mind," Harry said as he started to kiss Draco on his sensitive spot for the second time that day. This time more aggressively. Alot more aggressively.

'No! Don't, Potter!' Draco wanted to yell. But couldn't. All his defenses were down. He was now the hopeless pray of Potter. 'The fucking Golden Boy! He's not supposed to do this.' A single tear escaped his eyes. Why did he feel so violated? They had done exactly this plenty of times before. 'Yes, but I wasn't afraid of him then.'