The Elfin Prince
Jona Nehru
-2005-


An: Here's the next chapter! God I'm depressed right now. I feel like going to sleep forever, but then I thought what would my reviewers say? They deserve to finish reading the next chapter. At the hardest of times this story helps me through. If you notice the last chapter was… I don't know. But I felt like hurting someone and that someone ended up being Draco : sorry about that. I know the last chapter wasn't my best! I've decided that I will post all the lemon filled chapters by the end of two weeks. I have exams and shit coming up, so my teachers are packing up the projects and shit, so I can't exactly post all the lemon, but hopefully I can continue with the chapters. Here is an extra long chapter for you all. Thanks for your reviews. PS: I might just change the rating to R tell me what you think! Sorry about the late review, next one might take a few more days, my birthday is on the 16th andI'm having a birthday bash so it might take longer.

Beta Read by: HazelWolf!!! THANKS SO MUCH!!


Chapter 8(sorry about last chapter it was really 7!)

Sorry…

Just as Harry was about throw Draco on the bed, he heard a loud knocking sound. Harry snapped out of his daze and looked down at Draco, who had tears in his eyes. Harry stepped back, realizing what he had almost done to him.

"Harry! Draco! Someone open this door!" Tulane's yelling was heard. Harry stood there, too shocked to do anything, before rushing out of the room to open the door. He opened it, letting in a distressed Maletin and Tulane. Maletin looked Harry's shaking form once and told Tulane to go find Draco.

"Harry, Harry! Listen to me. Look at me Harry what happened?" Maletin asked taking the shocked boy into his arms.

"I-I almost…" Harry started then broke off, sobbing into Maletin's chest, hugging him for dear life. "Oh my god… I almost… almost raped him! I cant believe I did that. I was so out of control… I don't know what happened…"

"Shhh… Harry it isn't your fault. It is really not your fault…" Maletin said as he rocked the distressed boy. After a couple of minutes the panting evened out indicating that Harry had fallen asleep.

"Draco? Draco, oh my god are you alright?" Tulane asked as he quickly went to the pale shaking boys side. Draco looked up, his cheeks stained with tears. "What happened, Draco?"

"He scared me. God I've never seen him like that. It was like he was possessed. He wasn't in his right mind. His eyes…" Draco looked up. "Is he okay now?"

Tulane looked at the boy, shocked etched his features. "I'm not sure Draco. Why don't you go to bed. You've had a tiring day," Tulane finally said.

Draco nodded and got under the covers. Tulane left silently. When he entered the living room, he saw Maletin gently rocking Harry, who looked tormented even in his sleep. "We must start their training. I cannot believe that Harry could be so domineering."

"I was the same way with you, Tulane. Funny, how pure elves are most of the time, but how evil their dominate side can make them," Maletin whispered. He conjured a cot and laid Harry on it before leaving with Tulane.


Harry looked at Professor Snape. He wasn't really paying attention to the lecture Professor Snape was giving. It was the same every year. No, his thoughts were on a certain blond who sat across the room. He still didn't understand how he could have lost all control like that. He was scared that it might happen again and the next time he wouldn't have someone to stop him.

"Pick your partners; you have 40 minutes, begin. When you finish, bottle and label them, then hand them in," Snape said. Everyone quickly paired off. Harry, as usual, was with Ron.

"I'll go get the ingredients, mate. You don't seem like you're really here today," Ron said quietly before leaving to get the things that they needed. A few minutes later, he was back and ready to start. They slowly began trying their hardest to not mess up big time. Harry didn't really care how he did this year. He knew that he didn't need any of this stuff to rule the Elfin kingdom. But he didn't want to let Ron down, or make Hermione get on his case.

15 minutes later their cauldron began to bubble frantically. "Shit," Harry mumbled before pulling Ron down and dodging under the table just as the cauldron exploded, sending a thick purple substance everywhere.

"Potter, Weasley, 10 points from Gryffindor each and detention Friday," Snape hissed before cleaning up with a swoosh of his wand. All of the Slytherins laughed. Harry turned his cold gaze on a blond Slytherin who immediately stopped his laughter, returning Harry's cold gaze.

They had not spoken since that night three days ago. They knew that sooner or later they would have to. Draco was already getting small bags around his eyes, although no one but Harry cold notice it. Draco was still pissed at Harry, and Harry was still scared of what he had done. But at least Draco made sure to keep at least a couple of feet away from Pansy at all times.

Harry walked up to Snape's desk when class let out. "Professor?" Harry said quietly, waiting for the man to look at him.

"What is it Potter?" Snape asked, not lifting his head.

"I can't come to detention on Friday," Harry said slowly, getting a tad nervous. Sure he was a Prince and was a ruler, but that didn't mean that he wasn't still afraid of the dark-eyed teacher.

Snape lifted his head, glaring intently at Harry. "And why is that?"

"I start training Friday, sir," Harry explained.

Snape nodded his head, then turned back to work. He waved his hand at Harry in dismissal. Harry stared in shock before quickly leaving the room. 'Remus is rubbing off on him,' Harry thought as he headed down to the Gryffindor common to study with Hermione, like he had promised.


Draco sat down at the Slytherin table that evening, ready to begin to eat, when he heard a loud crash. Standing in the middle of the Great Hall were Pansy and Harry. Neither of the looked happy to be there.

"Don't you watch were you're going?! Filth like you should never touch such precious things," Pansy screeched in that every so annoying voice. Draco stood up and headed toward them followed by Zambani and Nott.

"Parkinson, didn't your parents teach you not to lie? The only filth I see is you and all your dumbass Slytherins," Harry snapped back.

Draco's blood boiled, he went right up to Harry and poked a finger into his chest. This was his limit. He had wanted a good punching bag and this was a perfect time.

"How dare you insult Slytherins, Potter? You and your fucking-goody-too shoes Gryffindors should take a hike. Don't start shit that you can't handle, Potter," Draco hissed out violently. Then in an undertone so only Harry heard he whispered. "I wouldn't want to be left mate-less."

Harry's eyes flared. "Don't go threatening people stronger then you, you might get hurt," Harry said. Then just as Draco did, in an undertone, he said, "Cause Draco, love, I might just lose control. Do what I did a couple of days ago. Don't think I didn't smell the fear. Made me want to take you even more."

Draco lost control. He swung his fist right into Harry's jaw. A sickening crack was heard before Harry's eyes flared up and he pounced on Draco taking a few punches. Neither of them letting up, even after they both had bloody noses and black eyes. They both rolled around until they found themselves in the middle of the air. They glared deadly glares at each other. Draco was more out of breath than Harry. They were gently placed on the ground. Someone was telling them something. A lecture that was for sure, but neither was paying attention. They both doubled over in pain. It felt like their whole bodies were on fire, but freezing at the same time. Then they both blacked out, their last thoughts questioning on whether they would live through the pain.


Harry slowly came to, noticing that there was something on his chest. He opened his eyes only to be attacked with the bright light. He groaned, closing his eyes before opening them slower. He looked down to see what the offending weight was only to find his intended. His golden hair floating around his face, his arms wrapped tight around Harry. Harry sighed; why couldn't Draco always be like this, with his mouth closed?

"Oh good Mr. Potter, you are awake," Poppy said as she walked into the room. Harry looked down at Draco then at her with a quirk of the eyebrow. "Only way that he would stop thrashing about." Pomphrey then gently tried to move Draco off of Harry. But she only succeeded in waking up the blond. Draco looked confused for a moment before realizing where he was. He quickly jumped out of bed only to find that he was completely naked. He blushed crimson red before taking a near by towel and wrapping it around himself.

"Why are we here?" Draco asked in a cracked voice.

"You two passed after you had that little quarrel. Really lovers spats should be solved in the bedroom," she joked, only to receive a glare from both young men. She stopped chuckling and shook her head. "Tulane and Maletin will be here in a couple of minutes." She quickly left the room after checking them over and giving them something to drink that would ease the pain.

Both Harry and Draco dressed and sat on opposite beds. Harry sat there looking out the window, wishing he where anywhere but in this room with Draco.

"So, Potter, when am I going to receive my apology?" Draco asked. He didn't like the silence. It was uncomfortable and he would have rather had the screaming. He had thought that he loved the man that sat on the bed across from him. But how wrong he was. 'I mean did I really think that love was real? Did I really think that I would ever deserve it? Much less from the golden boy,' Draco thought.

Harry drew in a short breath before releasing it. "I'm sorry about the other night. I don't know what happened," Harry said in a shaky breath. Draco just nodded. He hadn't really wanted an apology; he had thought that Harry would put up a fight, giving them something to do.

The door opened and both advisors walked into the room. They sat down; Maletin beside Draco, and Tulane beside Harry. They all sat in silence no one daring to meet the others eyes.

"You do know that if an elder was visiting and saw that, they would know everything was just an act? Which would mean that Harry you wouldn't get your rightful place as Prince?" Tulane asked quietly.

Harry lost it. He hadn't had a good rant in a while, and this was a prefect chance. "Well do you know what Tulane? I don't give a flying fuck. They can all go stick their heads up their asses for all I care! Why should I have to give up my life for all of them? Why did I have to throw away my dreams of becoming a auror? Or my chance of falling in love? Why do I have to hide who I'm MARRIED too? It should have been special. But this marriage," Harry ranted pointing from him to Draco. "Is of convenience and is bullshit. Damn it! I cant just go up to him and kiss him or hold him! Why, because all of you came into my life saying that I was some Prince and that I had to fulfill some prophecies?! Do you know how much it hurts to fall asleep each night knowing that in the room next to me is a man that I don't love, who because of me has to give up all of his life! Who will never feel the love that everyone wants to feel? To know that I have spend the rest of my life with him and I can't even love him? DO YOU?!?!"

Harry looked at them with hard, cold eyes before turning around and walking out of the room, ignoring the pain and the shouts of Maletin and Pompfry about how he shouldn't be walking just yet.

He had had it! He wasn't going to live life just for them! He knew he was going to regret it but he didn't care. Everything he had said in there was true. Harry went to his room slamming the door shut took off all his clothes save his boxers slid under the covers and went into a well deserved sleep.

Draco sat there, stunned Harry's words repeating over and over in his mind. Why did it feel like his heart was breaking? He wasn't suppose to feel anything for Harry. He was just there. He was the golden boy. 'I thought I had gone over all this?' But all he could remember were the heart breaking words, 'To know that I have to spend the rest of my with him and I can't even love him...I can't even love him?'

"Draco you must go to him. It is almost the end of four days," Maletin said softly. Draco nodded. He got up and left the infirmary. He didn't head to his room just yet though. He took a detour and headed to the library he wanted to think awhile. He didn't want any more damage done. As he entered the library, he scanned the area for anyone that he knew. No one. There was Granger in the corner though. Weasley was nowhere in sight. Draco made his way to her. He didn't know why, but he wanted to talk to her. Talk to someone who was close to Harry. Draco felt a pang of jealousy when he remembered all the times when he had seen Granger and Harry together.

"Granger?" Draco as he stopped in front of her. She looked up, her eyes narrowing before going back to their normal way.

"Malfoy… What?" Hermione asked.

"May I sit here?" Draco asked eyeing her warily. He was tired and wasn't in the mood to start anything. Hermione chewed on her bottom lip before nodding her head. As soon as he took a seat, Draco was hit with the sense of Death and illness. He looked at Hermione wide eyed. "What's wrong with you?"

Hermione looked at him weirdly. She cocked her eyebrow, when she was about to ask what he was taking about when he spoke again. "I can sense that you are dying," he said. One of his powers he had figured out was healing. A submissive's healing power is greater then that of a dominant's. Hermione looked at him shocked.

"You… oh god… you won't tell Harry will you? Oh my god, will Harry know?!" Hermione started to panic, they weren't supposed to know.

"Calm down, Granger. What happens between you and your friends stays just that, between you and them," Draco said cocking his eyebrows. "Why are you sick?"

"Yes… I have leukemia… found out in the beginning of the summer," Hermione said bowing her head down. Her shoulders shook and tears were threatening to spill. "Please don't tell them. Wizard medicine may be advanced, but it is still not advanced enough to heal that."

Draco nodded his head. "It'll be alright Granger. You're lucky your best friend is an elf. When he is finished training he will be able to heal you."

Hermione's head shot up. "Are you serious?" she asked in a shaky voice. Draco nodded. Hermione let out a shaky smile and wiped her face.

"But now to the reason that I wanted to talk to you," Draco started. He paused and looked at her. "Can I trust you?" Hermione smiled and nodded. Draco inclined his head before continuing. "I need you to help make Potter fall in love with me."

Hermione's eyebrows shot up. "So you're in love with him?"

Draco looked at her. "I think so. I'm not sure if what I feel is love, but I hope it is," Draco told her sincerely.

"If I help you will you promise to never call me mudblood or any other names?" Draco nodded. "And promise not to make of Ron?" Again Draco nodded. "Okay then it's a deal," she said holding out her hand. She smiled at him. He smiled back hesitantly before looking around, knowing that they were in an unseen part of the library, he shook her hand.

"Deal," Draco said as he moved over to her, and she began outlining her plan to him.


Draco returned to his room that night right before curfew. He entered his chambers to find it completely silent. He walked into his bedroom to find Harry sleeping there peacefully. Draco stood there a minute just admiring him. When had he fallen in love with the angel the slept before him? He was never the one that fell in love easily. Hell, he didn't even believe in love, until now. Even after what Harry had done, how could he look so peaceful and innocent? How could Draco love him? He had scared him half to death. But he wasn't only scared for himself he was also scared for Harry.

Something in Harry had changed Draco. But Draco was so goddamn frustrated he wanted to tell Harry, but he was scared. He didn't want to get hurt. He was afraid. It scared him, how much power that Harry held over him. If Harry wanted he could push him away and not care at all. Draco sighed. He had really only felt the connection a couple of times. The time when he started to admire Harry's body, then continually dressing Harry up, then the time they had danced, the bitterness he felt that Harry didn't love him, the time that he had woken up to Harry inside him. Draco frowned, he hadn't realized in such a short period of time he could have fallen in love. He had also mentioned this to Hermione, who had smiled and said 'Harry had this lovable thing about him. You'll only ever feel real love once he loves you.' Her voiced had sounded sweet yet sad. Had she been in love with Harry? Draco wondered.

He slowly made his way to Harry and sat next to him gently shaking him. "Potter? We only have a few hours before I get sick," Draco said when Harry had opened his eyes. Harry nodded the motioned Draco to climb in. Draco took off his clothes and did so. Seemed like he was getting used to it. Draco nearly smiled, Nearly. 'Being with Potter wouldn't really be that bad.'