Title: The Anointed Prince
Author: Decadence
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
Rating: R (for later contents)
Setting: Set in a time barely ten years before the birth of magic within humanity.
Summary: Faced with his upcoming crowning, a war, and a royal ball, Prince Draco Romulus Gabriel Malfoy is forced into finding a spouse, someone of the proper breeding and etiquette.
Disclaimer: All character belong to J.K. Rowling, unless stated other wise (i.e. Clarisse and Owen).
Warning: SLASH (DM/HP); Draco will be dominate in the relationship. Also, I forgot to mention this in the first chapter, I forgot until one of my reviewers mentioned it, thank you kind reviewer, but this fanfic will contain MPreg in later chapters.
Chapter Four: Animosity and Unwanted Advances
The first day of the ball was grand. It was beauty captured into a single day. It was ladies and lords, dressed in the finest silks and velvets, whose exposed flesh shined as the lights caught the diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and sapphires. Together, these people of the highest decree came, amassed within a ballroom made of stones and wood. A mortal cage for these gods and goddesses. Still, willingly they came and they talked and they danced. As the music drifted throughout the room softly, they swept, from corner to corner upon the dance floor, their robes fluttering, and their dresses flowing. With smiles of sincerity and hidden malice, they greeted each other with charming words and underlying threats. Conversations were cryptic, as none knew who was truly their friend and who would betray them. These gods and goddesses had tasted power and now they hungered for more, but none of them knew the meaning of sharing. There was no room for new players amid the royal court, no more room for someone who might claim what they sought.
"I hear you used to live on a farm?" Theodore Nott, the new lord of the Nott land said. If Harry recalled correctly, Theodore's father had recently passed away after being confined to his bed for many months. Harry wished to tell Theodore that he was sorry for his loss, but could find no suitable way to bring it up. Though the lord was rude, Harry doubted that it was entirely his fault, as one could only act the way one was brought up. He still deserved sympathy.
"Oh, you are mistaken, I am afraid." Harry smiled. "I still live upon my family's farm. It has been in my family for centuries. I believe it was first purchased some-"
"How terrible. I am truly sorry for your poor state of life." Theodore said, though his eyes revealed nothing of what he was truly feeling.
"That is...kind, I suppose, of you." Harry said. He did not argue Theodore's opinion of his home life. Harry doubted Nott had ever done a true, honest, days' work in his entire life, let alone aided the people of a town with their crops. People such as Nott made statements without ever understanding exactly what it was they were commenting upon. As such, Harry did not pay too much attention to their opinions.
"No doubt. Now, do tell, how was it that you and your charming suitor were able to hide your delightful relationship from us for so long?" Pansy asked with a slight sneer. Harry sighed mentally at her attitude. For the past half hour, he had done nothing wrong to offend the lady, yet still she insisted upon this condescending, often hateful tone. He could not understand how, if he offended her so, why she insisted on following him as he went with Seamus to greet new arrivals.
"It was simple really." Harry said, though he did not mean to insult. "Whenever a messenger would come, Clarisse and Owen would claim that Seamus and I were merely visiting with each other since he would be leaving soon to attend a private school. Of course, everyone already knew that we were the closest of friends, so it was easy to just reinforce that idea upon them. No one suspected otherwise, and we simply never came out into the open."
"Were you ashamed of your relationship?" Pansy asked, clearly thinking they should be.
"Heavens no!" Harry turned at the sound of Seamus' voice. Sometime, about fifteen minutes after arriving and quite a few other nobles had arrived; Seamus had been forced away from Harry's side by his dear friend, Dean Thomas.
"Why in the name of all that is holy, would I be ashamed to be seen with Harry?" Seamus asked, incredulous. Harry sighed faintly in relief as Seamus stepped up to his side and slid an easy arm around his waist.
"Oh, forgive me," Pansy cried, one hand outstretched to touch Harry's arm. "I meant no insult to you, my dear boy. I find you simply enchanting with your rural upbringing and simple nature."
Harry gritted his teeth as she smiled winningly at him and Seamus. He had been amid these people for barely half an hour, and already he disliked many of them.
"Yes, well, I suppose my simple nature would appear enchanting compared to your devastatingly breeding which resulted in such a beautiful nose and a startling intellect." Harry replied, flashing a bright smile right back at her as her smile faltered. He felt Seamus tense and press gently upon his side.
Harry assumed that making false compliments was deemed unnecessary within the royal court, but for the life of him, he could not comprehend how Seamus could not understand, when she had passed the first comment. Besides, Harry found Pansy's nose to be fascinating in its absurdity, for some reason it resembled one of his cousins' dogs' nose. Said dogs were inbred and snappish.
Personality traits compliment each other perfectly, Harry thought as he glanced away from his audience.
Servants, dressed as well as the merchants in the city streets, gracefully avoided collisions, though their eyes never raised from the ground. Platters bearing every kind of food imaginable, and many unimaginable sent delicious smells drifting through the hall, teasing the senses and daring the guests to eat them. Harry longed to taste one of the small sandwiches, but Seamus had warned him not to ruin his lunch.
Thump, thump…
Harry turned toward the stairs, wondering who had not already arrived, as the hall seemed crowded in his mind. Including the servants, lords, ladies, and the occasional messenger, the hall contained more people inside of it than people who lived on the Potter land. It was quite amazing, in Harry's eyes.
"My lords, my ladies, prince, Lord Cedric Diggory."
A smile, dazzling, in Seamus' eyes, lit up Harry's face as their friend descended the stairs. Forgetting court etiquette, Harry did what he normally would; he moved away from his companions and, pulling Seamus along with him, hurried to Cedric's side. Never noticing the withering glare directed to his retreating back by an irate lady.
It was disgusting. Seamus Finnegan was an attractive, intelligent young lord, and he had selected that farmer to become his husband. Pansy was seething on the inside as she watched the pair move off to greet another lord.
In her mind, Pansy pictured herself as the Lady Pansy Finnegan. She saw balls and masquerades, she envisioned jewels to make even the queen green with envy, and she imagined a poor little farmer who was forced into slavery by the man he used to be engaged to. Yes, Harry Potter would have to be removed from the picture if she was ever to accomplish her goal. As she drifted through the sea of dancers, turning down a couple of offers, nearing the beverage table when a silky voice spoke to her.
"Pansy, darling," Pansy smiled as she faced the prince. There was gleam in his eyes, and she wondered what little nasty thing he was planning now. "You seem upset."
"You would be to if the lord of your dreams had claimed a vagabond waif for a spouse." Pansy pouted, picking up a glass of red wine, it had been watered down to ensure no one became tipsy before the evening.
"Oh, have no fear of such things; no man could ignore your charm for too long. However, I would like your assistance on said little waif…" Draco smiled as Pansy's eyes lit up and she moved closer.
Upon reaching his goal, Harry stood before Cedric, merely waiting for Cedric's consent to move closer.
"Harry! I heard you might be coming!" Cedric said, delighted at his friend's attendance. Harry grinned and quickly moved forward, laughing lightly as he was enveloped in a warm hug.
"Well, Seamus said you would be here, and so I simply could not refuse the invitation to join in on this little social." Harry said as he stepped back to Seamus, who moved forward to shake hands with Cedric. The three had been friends for years, though Seamus had known Cedric far longer, having met him in school.
"Oh, please," Cedric laughed. "I bet he had to force you into attending. No doubt, you mopped about for a while before agreeing. And you probably demanded some sort of chocolate thing for your sacrifice."
Harry and Seamus both laughed at the inside joke. When sulking, Harry tended to horde chocolate like there was no tomorrow. One would find him wondering aimlessly outside as he ate, refusing to share even a single bite.
"More like, multiple things." Seamus laughed as Harry elbowed him.
"So, how is the loving couple?" Cedric asked as his laughter abated and his demeanor turned serious. Harry and Seamus glanced at each other.
The previous summer, as Harry was preparing to depart from the Finnegans' home, Cedric had arrived to accompany Seamus back to their school. That night, the night before Harry was to return to his home, he and Seamus had fought. It had been a trivial matter, in all honesty, another minor detail that need not have been blown out of proportion to the extent it had. Unfortunately, as the two had discussed their future later that evening, Cedric had come upon them. To say that he was shocked that their engagement was a rouse, would be putting it mildly. Cedric had always been a true romantic at heart. Often speaking of the one who would complete him in every way possible, of finding his one true love. Of course, Cedric was of the social status that he could have anyone of his choosing and never be questioned. His family literally rubbed elbows with the royal family. Indeed, it seemed as if there was not a single person of the royal court or family that did not simply adore him. Nor a lady who did not find him perfect company.
Upon stumbling on their conversation and learning of their deceit, Cedric had demanded an explanation. Late into the night, the boys had sat there, tucked in blankets as they sat around the fire of Seamus' room. Cedric had listened with rapt attention, interrupting only to ask a question or to clarify a point. In the end, he had supported their decision, though he despaired at their fate. He could not imagine having no control over whom he would marry. Still, Cedric promised to support their union and to aid them, all they need do was ask.
Seamus smiled slightly as Cedric glanced about them quickly, while looking as if he were searching for an acquaintance. Cedric could always be depended on to maintain appearances. The court did not need to know of the truth behind the matter, at least, not yet.
"Anxious, as always." Seamus said with a sigh, taking Harry's hand. Cedric's eyes widened just slightly as he noticed the ring, but he did not call attention to it, they would tell him what he needed to know in their own time. "Barely seven months left, and then you will need to don your best set of robes to be my best man."
"I am sure it shall be a beautiful affair," Cedric said quietly, picking up on Seamus' true feelings. Seamus was prepared to go through with the plans, but he wished they had more time. However, an engagement that lasted for longer than three years was pushing the patience of the court. Lords and ladies were expected to wait at least two years, but to marry quickly there after and produce an heir. To not do so hinted at trouble between the couple. "You shall both find happiness in each others' company. You could not pick a better companion to spend the rest of your lives with."
"Indeed, Cedric, a beautiful affair it shall be, after all, it is two beautiful people who will be married." All three friends turned, startled, to find the prince standing beside them.
"Draco, it has been too long, dear friend." Cedric said with an easy smile, quickly covering his shock. "And, good gods, it appears as if you have grown yet again. You easily match my height now."
"Good genes," Draco said smoothly as he smiled at his friend. "Anxious, Seamus? I doubt there is a man or woman alive who would not be anxious to be wed to Harry here. He is…rather stunning." Draco's smile grew as Seamus and Harry both blushed. Seamus in embarrassment, and Harry in anger and confusion.
Since their arrival, Draco had watched the pair with interest. When in each other's company they appeared relaxed and comfortable, but at times there was awkwardness between them. At one point, when Dean had pulled Seamus away, Seamus had pressed a kiss to Harry's cheek; it had been brief to say the least. In all honesty, Draco doubted that the pair had ever actually kissed each other before. That called for further investigating. Other than that kiss, the pair had refrained from any other intimate gesture that was common among soon to be married couples. Something seemed off in their relationship, and Draco was determined to find out what.
When Seamus had gone, and Harry had been alone, Draco had smiled to see the young lords' unease amid his fellow lords and ladies. It had been amusing to watch the Potter heir struggle with proper decorum and still match wits against the well-trained noble elite that surrounded him. Perhaps, his favorite moment of the past half hour was watching Harry's interaction with Pansy. It was easy to see that Harry did not understand Pansy's reaction to his presence. If only Harry knew that Pansy had been after Seamus for years…Until he did discover the truth, however, Draco was content to watch the two combat with only words as weapons.
For a farmer, Potter certainly does manage to wear the illusion of true nobility quite well, Draco thought. For a moment, he felt admiration for his fellow lord. Pushing it aside, Draco prepared to split the three friends up. It was obvious that they had been discussing something of great importance before his arrival. It did not matter; he had ears and eyes everywhere, if there was a secret within the court, then Draco would know of it before too long. At the moment, though, Draco wanted to speak with the Potter heir, alone.
"Seamus, Dean is requesting your presence over by the table, something about a bet being disputed." Susan Bones, a lesser ranking lady, said hurriedly, glancing at the prince as she spoke. Draco smiled at her.
"Oh good grief, can a man not enjoy a few moments of peace with his friend and fiancé?" Seamus groaned. He exchanged a glance with Cedric and pressed a kiss to Harry's hand.
"Stay with Cedric, do not engage with the prince alone." Seamus whispered in Harry's ear, pretending to kiss his cheek, before inclining his head to the prince and moving off in search of Dean.
"He seems quite fond of you." Draco said, watching as Cedric quickly intervened on Harry's behalf. He wondered if the lord thought Harry an invalid, unable to tend to himself.
"They have been engaged for a number of years, and friends since birth, it is expected that they would be fond of each other." Cedric smiled at the prince. Draco smiled back, noting how Cedric had said that they were fond of each other, but not in love. Interesting, indeed…
"Of course, how foolish of me…" Draco's words drifted as Pansy suddenly swept up and gripped Cedric's arm and began pulling him toward the dance floor.
"You simply must dance with me, Cedric." She simpered.
"Of course, but I am currently engaged in conversation-" Cedric began.
"Nonsense, Draco can look after Harry for one dance." Pansy said, hauling Cedric away. And then, Harry and the prince were alone. Alone amid a sea of nobility.
"Well, that was-" Draco began. He was excited to be alone at last with the youth who was mysterious in that little was known about him as a person. As he gazed at the slight lord, whose emerald eyes betrayed his every emotion, Draco felt a warmth envelope his entire being.
"Excuse me, sire." Harry said as he began to move away from the blond. "I feel light-headed, forgive me." With that said, Harry was gone, having vanished into the crowd.
"Light-headed, indeed." Draco said with a smirk. He would catch up with the Potter heir in a moment, but for now, he needed to find out how much time he had before lunch was served, now that everyone was in attendance. He winced mentally when he heard a loud cry issued from one of the Weasley lords, they had been the last to arrive.
Gods he hated the lower lords…
Harry sighed in relief as he came upon an open door that led to a garden. With a small smile, Harry set off down the winding stone path, happy to be amide nature again. The Potter land was full of plant life; Lily could always be found tending to her garden. Granted her garden was nowhere near the scale of this one, but it was beautiful in its own way. Harry had spent much of his childhood and adolescence wondering the trails that wove throughout the forests that surrounded their land. Often times he returned home after dark having gotten lost as he wondered off the paths. He found solitude and peace amid the trees and the flowers; they were his silent companions who never judged him.
As he came upon a patch of roses, he paused. It was too early in the year for roses to be in bloom. Puzzled, yet amazed by the depth of their color, Harry reached out and tenderly touched the plants. His mother would have loved this garden, he thought as he caressed the velvet petals with loving hands.
"Beautiful, are they not?"
With a gasp of surprise, Harry whirled, his fingers sliding on accident. He winced as a thorn caught his flesh. Raising his eyes from his wound, emerald eyes met silvery-blue pools.
"How did…" Harry whispered, confused. He was sure the prince had not followed him when he had left the hall.
"You said you felt light-headed, so I assumed you required some fresh air, so naturally I came here." Draco gestured to the garden, his eyes never leaving the small figure before him.
"Oh." Harry said softly, idly toying with his wounded finger before turning to head back inside.
"Is it deep?" Draco asked, halting Harry's movement as he moved in front of him.
"No."
"Does it hurt?" Draco asked, moving closer still. Harry tensed.
"Only a little." Harry whispered, watching the prince with trepidation.
"Even a little is too much, Harry." Draco said in a husky voice, moving again, this time to take Harry's hand in his. Pale fingers glided across creamy flesh as Draco observed the wound. It really was not bad, but still, he decided to proceed. The sight of the torn flesh caused some unknown emotion to stir within him.
"I must-" Harry began, as he gently began to pull away. Draco merely tightened his grip and raised the finger to his lips. He pressed the wound gently, his tongue flicking out to sooth the hurt. Harry gasped in alarm at the action. For a moment, he merely stood there too shocked to move, and then he quickly pulled away and took a few steps back.
I am sure that is not condoned by court etiquette, Harry thought as he struggled to gain control of the fast-paced thoughts flying through his head. Taking a deep breath, he tried to speak.
"You…I-er-you…I am…en-engaged…" Harry managed, shaking his head in confusion as he continued to back away from the prince. Suddenly, the prince seemed a scary person indeed. Harry felt as if the prince could very well claim him, the same way Lord Voldemort wished to.
"Perhaps, but I am the prince." Draco said with a smile as he followed his naïve prey.
"You still hold no right to attack me in such a manner as you have. It is unseemly and quite rude, in my opinion." Harry said, a frown gracing his features. Draco smiled.
"The prince's opinion far out weights your own."
"Perhaps, here at the palace it does, but it is also here at the palace where manners and etiquette rein supreme, and as such you are expected to abide by them the same as everyone else." Harry argued. He was becoming upset by the prince's arrogance.
"Prince or not, you are still a mortal and still capable of great flaws, as you have demonstrated to me just moments ago. Irrational behavior does not become you, my prince." Harry continued. "I came to this ball, in honor of your crowning, though I tend to avoid such events. Needless to say, having come and seen the court you keep and seeing your own behavior, I must say that I am inclined to refuse any further invitations that might be sent my way. That is, however, if you ever again deem me worthy to set foot within the same city as you again."
Draco smiled, a true smile at the other lord. Though, he was small and naïve, the Potter heir certainly did not seem to be lacking in words to say. Perhaps Harry was not such a horrible lord after all, despite his low status.
"With words such as that, I cannot imagine not inviting you to join me in all of my social events. Or, perhaps I shall call upon you specifically to attend me someday. I would be quite interested to hear what else you have to say." Draco said with a smirk as Harry bumped into one of the benches that lined the path. Harry gasped as the back of his knees hit the wood and he lost his balance. He ended up sitting upon the bench, staring up at the prince who stood far to close for Harry's comfort.
"While you find me, rude, Harry, I must say that I find you fascinating." Draco said lightly, touching Harry's cheek. His companion merely stared at him, unmoving. "Your constant breech of etiquette could have me smiling for the rest of my life, and your beauty captures me."
Harry forgot to breath. Such words were never spoken to him. Though they seemed nice, he doubted that the prince truly meant them, more likely he was toying with him. Still, the thought of even the slightest truth caused his breath to catch.
"You come from such a background as to cause quite the stir among the court," Draco continued, his fingers tracing a light path across Harry's face. "Amid peers such as these, a lesser man would have turned bitter."
Harry trembled as Draco touched his lips. No one had touched him like this before. Though Seamus had kissed his cheek and held him tight before, this touch seemed far more intimate than any other he had ever experienced. The prince's fingers were cool against his flushed skin, and he was sure his face was a brilliant red by now. As the fingers moved, Harry felt his heart skip a beat and his soul cry. For a moment, he thought the prince's image wavered, for a moment they were gone. Gone to some distant time and place, where the prince touched him with loving hands and held him close because he wanted to feel Harry's nearness. The emotions were real here. Then they were back. Back inside this garden that had become a hell disguised as a heaven. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Harry knew this was wrong, and could not allow it to continue. With a faint whimper, he became aware of Draco sitting next to him, turning his head to face him. Then, Draco was coming closer, too close…
"Ow!" Draco cried, pulling away from Harry. He had been moving in to kiss the smaller man, but his fingers had felt as if a great heat had struck them. Gazing at his fingers, he found them a bright red and pulsing.
"No." Harry said simultaneous with the princes' cry, pulling away completely and rising.
"Lunch is served…" Came the faint voice of the announcer. Harry quickly turned and fled back inside; forgetting to bow or even bid the prince good-bye. Draco watched him go, whispering one word, incredulous.
"Magic?"
High above the prince and the garden stood Severus Snape, hidden upon a balcony that led into the room next to the ballroom. He had seen the Potter heir exit the hall, and watched as he wondered through the garden. The boy delighted in flowers as much as his mother had and probably still did. Lily had always been a gentle spirit, a presence whose warmth was welcoming and comforting. However, Severus could not dwell on the past now, no he had to look out for the prince's best interests.
When the prince had entered the garden and followed Potters' previous steps, Severus had gone cold. It would not do for the prince to stumble into the same trap as he himself had with Lily Evens. It would be a devastating blow to the Draco, and Snape would not allow it if he could.
He watched the pairs' interaction and watched as the prince drew ever closer to the young lord. Severus found he could not breathe as he watched Draco move into kiss the young Potter, he could barely stand to keep watching. Severus had just glanced away when, faintly, he heard Draco's cry of alarm and pain. The sound had not even ended, but Severus was already on his way through the small study and down the hallway to the stairs. He needed to know what had happened to his godson.
Down the stairs he flew, past the ballroom and out another door he went, bursting out into the garden. From the corner of his eye, he saw Potter running inside, but he did not concern himself with the other lord. Quickly he moved down the path until he came upon Draco, who still sat up the bench.
"What happened?" Severus asked as h approached.
"Nothing, Severus, I merely stubbed my toe as I sat down." Draco said. He did not feel that the matter involved Severus just yet. First, he had to speak to Dumbledore.
"Draco-"
"Sev, I must leave you, lunch is served and my guests cannot eat without my presence, etiquette and all that. I shall see you later. Good day, Sev." Draco said and swept from the garden, leaving a confused Severus behind.
Seamus smiled in relief as he spotted Harry enter the hall from the garden area. For a while, Seamus had feared that Harry had been left alone with the prince, having seen Cedric dancing with Pansy. Alarmed, he had left Dean, who claimed to have never requested his presence in the first place, and went in search of Harry.
"Harry!" Seamus said, grasping Harry's hand and leading him out of the hall and down to the dinning area, where the rest of the quests were gathering. "What were you doing out there?"
"Viewing the garden, it is quite lovely." Harry whispered, breathing deeply as he sought to calm his nerves. Seamus watched him with concern.
"Are you alright, what happened?"
"Oh, nothing, I merely got lost for a moment, that garden is like a maze." Harry said quickly, his eyes pleading with Seamus to drop the matter for the moment. He would tell Seamus what happened later in the evening when they could be alone.
"Yes, it is quite lovely and quite confusing." Seamus said, picking up on Harry's intentions. He continued to watch Harry out of the corner of his eye, wondering what had happened to his friend. It took a lot to upset the boy, beyond harsh insults toward his family.
Taking Harry's hand and gently squeezing it, Seamus led Harry toward Cedric, who had saved two seats for them. Pulling out the chair next to Cedric, Seamus waited for Harry to be seated before seating himself next to Harry. Right before he sat, he noticed the prince enter the room, moving toward the head of the table, his face slightly flushed and his silver eyes glancing at Harry.
AN: Okay, there you go, Chapter Four. It is the shortest chapter yet, but do not fear, the next one is long. I hope my attempt at Draco/Harry worked for you guys, I tried. Please tell me what you think of it so far. My thanks to all you who have reviewed, I am astounded with the number of reviews my fanfic has received, I would have been happy with only ten, I expected only ten. So, you guys have made me happy beyond words. A special thanks to all of you who have added me to your favorites lists.
I added a few lines between the sections of my story in the first two chapters, as I forgot them when I first posted (did not realize you had to go back and redo those after uploading the document), so it should be easier to read now.
I would like to apologize for not updating yesterday, I had this chapter all ready to go and when I logged onto the internet it said I had no time left (time limits). So I was forced to wait until to day to post it. Sorry to keep you waiting. Also, I have relatives arriving this evening, so I shall try to post like I usually do, but I am not promising anything. I will post on Christmas though, no matter what.
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Next Chapter: Snape and Harry face off, Avicus comes to the rescue, and Seamus glares at Draco all day. Voldemort sends a message to the Potters, and Trelawney sees something? Is Dumbledore suspecting something weird about Harry, or is he imagining things? The Weasleys make an actual appearance, finally, and Draco makes a decision.
