Authors Note: Its a short chapter I know, but is this story worth continuing? Full Summary- Draco is the Prince of Egypt and Harry is a rebellious slave. Draco hadn't planned on haveing a lave but it ended up that way, and guess what? Its none other than...
Prolog- What the Hell...
Two oversized body gaurds,loyal to the prince,yanked at the long what-would-have-been-silky hair of a struggling man. He looked decently dressed so it wasn't right-away obious on whom he was. Being dragged through many passge ways in what he assumed to be one of the many palace laberanth's. Suddenly they stopped and Harry Potter stood tall.
"HAVE YOU NO RESPECT YOU MONGRUEL!" bellowed on of the buff body gaurds. "BOW BEFORE THE PRINCE!" with that said Harry was forcefully pushed down at the feet of none other than Draco Malfoy, the Prince of Egypt.
Smirking Harry took one step back. It looked as if he was going to willingly bow, but if anyone caught the glint in his eye then they would have known otherwise. With all the force he could muster he pounded one of the body gaurds' foot with his own. But once the one who restrained him let go the other was quick to grab him.
Draco waved the gaurds off. "Leave him to me," was all he said.
"But sire! This boy is dangerous! You could get hurt! And besides, we're here for your protection, and if you got hurt we would never forgive ourselfs!" said the gaurds simontaninously.
Once again with the wave of a hand Draco commented, "A risk I'm willing to take. Please dismiss yourselves from my presence."
Grudgeingly the gaurds followed his orders, and with a quick bow left the area.
"It's been a while...Eh Potter?" Draco said smiling genuinly.
"Yah, well, don't think I owe you anything..." commented Harry standing fully in all his gorgeousness.
Its been five years after Hogwarts. Draco chose he wanted to rule a promising country and choose Egypt. On the other hand, Harry wasn't so fortunate. After the final battle against Voldamort, who died at the edge of Harry's dagger, Harry somewhat went a bit insane by going into an uncomable depression. He wouldn't have been so depressed if his friends hadn't left him before the battle. With no other allies he looked death in the eye. Sure he had killed his nemisis, but his friends would never know. Hermionie and Ron ran off to somewhere safe and got married. How could he ever forgive them? When he needed them the most...
On a better note over the five years out of Hogwarts Harry became one of the most georgeous guys in the wozarding world. Harry grew out his hair to be midback length. To bring out his emerald eyes, he had put many permanate streaks throughout his hair. Aside from his hair he obtained a muscular build due to all of the training he had to endure before the death match.
Currently at this moment in time Harry stuck out like a black rose in a bed of white silk. Being in Egypt, he was definatly not in Egyptian appearal. He wore a black skin tight shirt with a snarling arctic wolf head on the back, and a pair of baggy black pants with various pure silver metal chains dangling from the waist band. Underneath the right pantleg resided a plaine black lether band around the ankle, but the whole point of it was to conceal a pure silver jagged edged dagger, which had many blood stains.
Draco looked very different from what Harry had last remebered of him. Well,very was an understatement. Hell, he looked like a completely different person! Draco had grew his hair out, much like Harry's length. Though Draco had only dyed the tips of his silky silver/blond hair blood red. His eyes, no longer the look of hatred, reflected him as insecure. They were still the same glassy blue eyes he remebered, yet so...different...so...insecure!
Draco, who had and still is the ruler of Egypt, was definatly in Egyptian appearal. He wore a long white silk tunic that fell to his ankles. It was tied at the waist by a silver rope. He wore a black anubis mask whilst in public, for he was known as the prince of death. Though when wandering about the palace he was to look as he choose fit. To complete his outfit, he wore a pair of strappy pearly white sandles which laced in a criss-cross matter to just a little above the knees.
"I'll choose to ignore that comment, but I suggest you learn who you now speak to Potter. But on a brighter note, what brings you to my palace?" Draco asked leading Harry out into the middle of the laberanth where a courtyard lay.
The courtayard was just a small patch of green vegitation and peculiar fruits in its midist. In the center was a pearl fountain with a black obsidian demonic looking wolf. The wolf was standing on its hind legs sprinkling endless water from a watering can onto a small bed of flowers at its feet,which were made from some of the rarest of gems. Tiny blue birds would come and go near the fountain.
Near one of the walls lay two benches faceing eachother. Draco sat down on one and motioned from Harry to sit next to him. Harry sighed sitting from the bench across from him. Draco looked a bit upset by this but went on." So Potter, what brings you here, all the way to Egypt of all places?"
Harry smiled looking into Draco's eyes. He took a deep breath and mearly said, "I came to find you."
Such a cruel place to stop. But if you want me to continu, tell me so and I will! I already have the next few chapters typed! But if you don't want them...