A Harry Potter Fanfiction
By Suchan deFamine
Chapter 3
Rating: PG-13 for the slash contained within.
Warnings: Slash, flute-playing, and unquenchable desire for the one thing Roland is told he can never have!!
Roland/Ron: So good, you want it bad!
Suchan: No more LaRosas for you.
Roland/Ron: ;.;
Notes: I've been having a hard time cracking down on writing with homework and computer being all effed up, but I'll try and update as much as I can.
Another note: I'm thinking about displaying poetry on my site, so if you've got something you'd like to submit, let me know.
I thank you guys so much for reading this, because Cram Session never really took off, and I'm thinking about just deleting it.
Hats off to: Cara, SpyofSorrow, Birdy444, NZ-Juxtapose, Sucker4RedHeads, cRudEdly, Ladybug11, I Heart DM 11, and Strange Mi ! Thanks so much for reviewing, you've got my spirit up and I think I may just finish this story!
Silver: C'mon, vaminos! Everybody, let's go!
Suchan: No more Dora the Explorer for you.
Silver: ;.; Aww.
OOoOoOoOo
Happily Never After : Chapter 3APrincess Intereferes
OOoOoOoOo
After the fifth course, I was to take my place in the hall and play for the guests. It was nearly time. The great banquet hall, taking up nearly a third of the entire castle, was placed neatly in the centre of the fortress, with only a hallway leading to the out-of-doors, one leading to the kitchen, and one leading to God knows where.
A great smattering of applause fluttered up from the people and through the door as the fifth course was brought out. Gareth nodded to me, and I waited a minute before appearing around the other side of the door.
I nearly turned around and barreled straight home, but only one thing held me in place: him.
oOoOo
I saw those velvet grey eyes turn my way when the great wooden door creaked open on its ancient bronze hinges. But there was no emotion in them.
There never was. Not after his mother had died and Baron Yalfom had taken a new wife, a dreadful, spiteful, beautiful woman by the name of Lavender. To outsiders it would appear that she loved him like her own son, but no one saw what happened behind closed doors.
She cursed him, downgraded him, even once I saw her slap him in the face. She hated him. His father was distant and cold. There was no love in this household.
I wanted to fix that, but there was no possible, moral way. I had to admire from afar, like a jewel set under glass. Like tonight.
The conversations slowed to an occasional mumble, like, "Pass the salt," and whatnot. From a crack in the door, Gareth gave me a nod. I headed out into the hall and began my song. The silver flute trembled with each step I took, fingers shaking with fear.
The only thing in my mind was: Please do not let me slip up.
The Baron was staring at me analytically, while the Baroness dug into her potatoes.
He never looked up from his plate and melancholically prodded a potatoe, as if wanting to make it turn into a bird and take him away...maybe those were my thoughts.
As the last note sounded and the vibrations ceased, he looked up at me. Our eyes locked. Something sparked, and I bowed and turned away, striding quickly back to the kitchen door, face burning.
Another minstrel took my place with a fiddle, and I slipped back into the kitchen unnoticed by any but Gareth. He beamed at me. "Well done, Roland! That was the finest tune that has ever reached my ears!"
I nodded. "Thank you," I mumbled.
"If you don't mind too terribly much, I'd like to stay and assume your kitchen duties."
"Of course you may." He patted my shoulder firmly and went back into the steaming kitchen to help a cook who was having trouble with a pot of roasted chicken.
I stole outside and to the garden, where I sat on a rather large, ovular pumpkin to recollect my thoughts. It was there I found I had none to collect.
Except for the Baron's son would be forced to find a lady to marry this night. Then he would be out of my reach forever. During the dancing, I might be able to slip back in.
And then what? Steal him away into the night on horse, travel to a faraway land and...... it was useless. He would never come with me. He was one of them and wouldn't understand how I felt. He thought that men should fancy women, and women men, but never another woman, or a man another man.
Through the willow trees, I spotted a carriage, made of a fine, polished wood with bronze wheels. The horses that pulled it sported fine tethers and reins, encrusted with jewels here and there.
Curious, I stood up and followed the carriage to the entrance of the castle, where it stopped. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen stepped out with the help of a footman, and stared at the castle.
That's when I made my mistake. I stepped out to the right to get a better look, and my soleless minstrel shoe crunched a few dead leaves. The noise caught the attention of the woman.
She stood fearless and tall for a moment before calling out, "Who is there?"
Risky, I appeared out from under the branch and bowed low. "My name is Roland, fair lady. I am but a humble servant in this house."
She relaxed slightly. "Roland," she murmured, testing it. "I am the princess of Denna, from the east, over the Den river."
"My lady."
"Er—please, don't bow any longer. It makes me feel rather awkward." This surprised me. Normally princesses were the "BOW TO ME" types. But I followed the command, and she turned her attention back to the castle. "I assume I am late in coming for the supper?"
"Yes, milady."
"I wonder... should it be in good taste to enter whilst the dancing begins?"
"It should, milady." A small smile flickered on her face.
"Would they finish eating soon?"
At this I thought. "Already the supper should be finished, my lady. You may go inside."
She picked up the hem of her skirt and stepped lightly and lady-like up the stairs to the castle. At the door, where a guard let her in, she turned round to face me.
"Thank you, Roland. I'll not forget you."
I nodded, bade her a good morrow, and sat on the steps after the door had closed again. She was probably after him too. Such a nice lady, but I was still very possessive of him.
I must find a way to stop this.
As a cloud pulled out from in front of the moon, my shadow appeared and whisked through the dark grounds with me in a desperate race against time.
oOOoOoOoOoOo
End Chapter Three.
oOoOoOoOoOo
What did you think? I just now analyzed the next part of the plot, so if something doesn't come together right, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Danke.
Muahahaha. I just realized, I never thought up a name for the Baron's son... hm....