A/N: Here it comes, chapter 5! Note to self, put Samantha in here soon... By the way, Magdalena's last name of Antiluz means without light, referring to Magdalena's personality. She's like the ruthless Spanish version of Rita Skeeter.
Note#2: i can make all of the things in here compatible with the first five books, but i may not bother to write down all of my extensive explanations, so feel free to ask me in a review to explain something and i readily shall.
"Draco Malfoy! It is! It's him, oh Henry, this is it! Yes, what a scandal! Two of the most prominent powers in the wizarding world! Together! Hahahha!" Magdalena Antiluz cackled a terrible glint in her eyes.
Henry shuffled his feet uncertainly. " Are you really sure we should-," he began.
"¡Silencio! It's my job to ask questions and it's your job to take pictures and get me my espressos. Go get me a double shot espresso, now!" Magdalena cut him off, throwing the door open by use of magic.
"But I don't have any money," Henry complained.
"Then take some off of the beggar around the corner before you lose your job," she replied through clenched teeth.
Henry ran through the door towards the cafe.
"Well, it all started when Rose was born," Ginny began sarcastically. Rose arched her eyebrows dangerously. Ginny laughed nervously. "Well, anyways, she's a princess."
"What!" Blaise and Draco shouted at the same moment. Draco looked incredulous, and Blaise looked simply impressed.
"Yes, I'm la princessa de Espana," Rose said. "No, you cannot call me "princess," and no, you shouldn't treat me any differently then you did before." With that, Rose turned and glided gracefully down the hall, looking every bit a monarch.
"Wow, this is awesome!" Blaise said. "How cool is it to have a princess and a prince at the school!"
"A prince?" Ginny said, eyeing him suspiciously.
Draco kicked Blaise hard in the shin. "Ow!" Blaise said, taking a step away from Draco. "Alright man, alright, I'll shut up!"
"What prince?" Ginny said, looking back and forth between Draco and Blaise.
"Nothing, nothing," Draco said, looking agitated yet happy at the same time. '"Uh, me and Blaise need to head back to the library to study. Are you coming?"
"It depends... what subject?"
"Uh... potions?" Blaise said, hoping Ginny would lose interest at the name of her least favorite subject.
"Well, actually, I should probably go see Rose... uh, see ya later!" she said, walking quickly towards the entrance to the castle.
"Well, that takes care of her," said Draco, smirking. Blaise gave him a look that made Draco quickly remember about their Blaise and Ginny's "relationship," if you could call it that in only a day. "Let's go to the Slytherin commonroom," Draco said, leading the way back.
Ginny knocked softly on the door to the Head's dorms.
"Come in," said a weary voice from inside. The portrait swung open, allowing Ginny to enter and see Rose sitting slouched in a chair, staring into the fireplace.
"Oh, Rose," Ginny said, rushing over to her. "Don't worry, everything will be okay."
"No it won't! In a few months, I will be the Queen of Spain! Nokay! It's not okay! Nothing is okay!" Rose screamed, suddenly bursting with anger.
"Silencio!" Ginny said, silencing Rose with a simple spell. "Right now, you need to listen." Rose gave Ginny a murderous glance, but decided to save as much of her pride as she could and gave an imperious nod.
"I know that this is stressful, and that you don't want the publicity or the throne right now, but honestly, think of it as lucky that you're not like Harry Potter. He's orphaned and still has an evil archenemy problem. At least you don't have to save the wizarding world! And besides," Ginny said with a wink, "I heard that there's a prince here at Hogwarts too."
Rose's eyebrows shot up in surprise. Her lips formed the words, "What! Here? At Hogwarts! Who?"
"Yep, but we need to do the snoop-doggy-dog and find out who it is," Ginny said, while waving her wand to take off the silencing spell.
"I've probably met him, but maybe I just don't recognize him. I'll bet anything he has lots of different things done to keep him hidden from the public," Rose said, looking thoughtful.
"Like what?" Ginny asked, rubbing her hands together in anticipation.
"Well, since a prince would know lots of different languages, he would probably be under a spell that represses his knowledge of any language besides the ones he chooses to leave out of the spell. Such as, I know Spanish and English right now, but I have the repressed languages of Italian, German, Gaelic, French, Portuguese, Russian, Chinese, and Greek."
"Wow, so you totally learned those languages, but you put on a spell, so that people wouldn't recognize you as a princess? So, if you took the spell off, you would be able to speak all those languages?" Ginny said, sounding awed.
"Yes, but I just happen to like languages a lot. The prince would probably only know the essentials. English, Spanish, Italian, French, German, and Chinese are all very important, although he might not have finished learning Chinese yet, considering that it's a very hard language. I am also trying to learn Arabic, considering that Spain has some close relationships with the Arabic countries," Rose said, looking proud of herself.
"So what else would keep him hidden?" asked Ginny.
"Well, I've never been a huge fanatic of being incognito, but some people go to great lengths to hide their identity. Some royalty has hired bodyguards that look like they could be a parent of the prince or princess they're guarding and has had them pose as their parent while they go to school, even changing or tweaking their names a little bit to keep people guessing. The only problem is, their faces still look the same. Many newspaper reporters track us down," Rose said, her face beginning to flush with anger again.
"Like that lady?" Ginny said, readying her wand to silence Rose again if needed.
"Yes, Magdalena Antiluz. She's as ruthless and... well, without light as her name implies. She was trained especially by the Daily Prophet International to recognize and track monarchs so that she can make up great, huge, untrue stories about us and try to ruin our lives," she growled, getting up and pacing the room back and forth.
"Don't worry," Ginny said with a conniving grin. "We'll fix her like Hermione fixed Rita."
"Rita was her understudy. We'll have a hard time controlling Magdalena. She's been trying to find me for months! Ever since I left Spain this summer. She's got me now. There's no way I'm leaving this place, so I'll bet neither is she," Rose said with a sigh.
"Oh, Rose," Ginny said, giving her a hug and leaving through the portrait hole, allowing Rose to be with her own thoughts. Ginny wanted to consult Hermione.
"You almost let that slip, Blaise," Draco said, giving him a piercing glare.
"You certainly made it better by inconspicuously kicking me in the shin," he replied sarcastically, not breaking eye contact.
"It'll heal. Anyways, about Rose...," Draco said, ignoring Blaise's amused look.
"Before you start drooling over Rose, you might want to come to one small realization," Blaise interrupted.
"And what realization would that be?" Draco snapped, unhappy over obviously having missed something.
"The realization that you were in the picture with Rose too," Blaise replied, unfazed by Draco's snappish attitude.
"I know, the only thing that'll happen from it is a lot of publicity, and I'm used to it. It's lucky my parents haven't arranged a marriage for me yet," Draco said with a grimace. "You know something? I think I remember Rose," Draco said, running a hand through his platinum blonde hair with a thoughtful expression on his face.
"Well, you did just see her less than a half an hour ago," Blaise said, raising one eyebrow bemusedly.
"No, I mean from when we were a lot younger. We played together a lot. I think we had a formal dinner together one time, when we were four or five... I don't remember the exact details, but I think it was a disaster. We were probably already arranged to be married, but...," Draco trailed off.
"You were going to marry Rose!" Blaise said in a hushed whisper.
"Yeah, but we used to fight then like we do now, or used to do a week ago, although we were each other's only friends back then too. That's not why it was called off though... Hmm, I don't remember, but anyways, something really bad happened a couple of years after that dinner... I think we might've been around six or seven years old then, and the arrangement was cancelled some months later," Draco said, shaking his head as if that could bring back the memories.
"Man, it's like you guys were reunited. Talk about a blast from the past," Blaise said. "So, when are you going to tell her?"
"Right now. I have to tell her before tomorrow, because the newspaper will recognize my face and print who I am. I want her to hear it straight from me."
"Alright man, good luck. See ya," Blaise said, going up the stairs that led to his dorm.
Draco sighed as he headed out the Slytherin commonroom. He had a long night and a lot of explanations ahead of him.
Ginny knocked lightly on the door leading into Hermione's dorm room.
"Come in," Hermione's voice said crisply from inside. "Oh, hey Ginny, what's happening?" she said, making room on the bed for Ginny to sit on.
"Okay, well, there's this reporter that's after Rose...," Ginny started. She proceeded to tell Hermione all about their trip to Hogsmeade and the secrets revealed there, wisely leaving out certain parts. Hermione kept her face purposefully blank as she absorbed this immense amount of information, although her eyes did narrow a small amount at some places in the story.
"So... so... you want me to help you get rid of this lady?" Hermione said. "Gin, do you know how much work this is going to take? We don't appear to have an easy way out like I found with Rita. That was luck, this needs skill."
"Well, lucky for us we have an insider then," Ginny said, smiling mischievously.
"Really? Who?" Hermione asked, her eyebrows raised in surprise.
"Just a former understudy of Magdalena's... who happens to be named Rita Skeeter."
"Perfecto," Hermione said, now wearing a mischievous smile to match Ginny's.
Blaise lay on his bed and pulled out his two-way mirror. He looked into it for a long moment before sighing and saying, "Rocio."
After a minute, a suspiciously beautiful, blonde haired girl's face swam into view.
"Hello, love. Calling to wish me a good night?" Rocio asked, winking with layers of implied meaning.
"I have a confession to make to you," Blaise said.
"Yes?" Rocio said, looking slightly put out, yet curious at the same time.
"I kissed another girl today."
Rocio's face transformed immediately into the hideous look of an angry veela. Small flickers of fire could be seen in the face of the mirror from near where Blaise knew Rocio's arms would be crossed.
"Calm down, my love," Blaise said.
The angry veela face drained away to leave a pouting and near tears Rocio in its wake. "How could you do this to me? We have already made the seal of our love, and I thought we were going to be married over holiday! Surely you can not forget this when you go and grope some other girl! Let me say this, you choose. Right now, you pick me or her."
Draco stepped into the Heads commomroom to find that Rose was not there as he had expected her to be.
"I know you're here, Rose," he said, looking for a glimmer in the air. He knew that she had most likely put a disillusionment charm on herself to hide, and sure enough, he saw a slight disturbance in the air near the couch.
Once she knew that he had spotted her, Rose took off the charm. Draco walked over to her at once and sat down to face her. She tried to smile, but her eyes gave her away. She looked at him questioningly when he just sat there looking at her for over a minute.
"Yes, Draco?" she asked in a somewhat meek voice.
"It's you, it really is," he muttered, shaking his head a little.
Rose looked a little surprised and confused. "By this you mean...?"
"Don't you recognize me, Bella Rosa?" he said with a small smirk.
"Wh-what did you just call me?" Rose said as she jumped up, although she had the look of a person astonished by what they hadn't realized was right under their nose.
"You remember, I know it. What was it you used to call me though?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Dragón Pálido! Is it? How could? I... you... Drago?" Rose said as she fell backwards onto the soft couch with her eyes wide open. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and opened them again. He was still sitting right in front of her, although he looked at her like she was crazy.
"What are you doing?" he said cocking one eyebrow and tilting his head to the side.
'How could I have missed it after all these years! He still has the same habits and everything! His looks have changed a bit... but he is still... him,' Rose thought rapidly. 'Does he know, does he remember about... my mother?'
Tears were trickling down her cheeks now. Draco moved next to her and held her just like he used to do when she was upset as a child.
"Tutto sarà buono, perché insieme, possiamo fare qualche cosa," Draco whispered in Italian, remembering the words he had always used. Rose looked up at him with her blue-green eyes (trastamaran eyes, inherited in the Spanish monarchy, just thought you'd like that wee tidbit).
"Do you remember her too?" Rose said in a voice so small it was barely a whisper. A small sob escaped before she could control herself again.
"Remember who?" Draco asked gently, although he was thoroughly confused by Rose's reaction.
"My mother," Rose said quietly, allowing herself to calm down a little.
A look of comprehension fluttered across Draco's features, though luckily Rose couldn't see it. He had finally recalled the circumstances for the retraction of their betrothal.
"Yes, she was very beautiful," he said, secretly thinking that Rose was even more so.
"Don't you... don't you wish that things didn't turn out the way they did? If she were still with us, and not Marie Christine de Bourbon," Rose said, spitting out the name with disgust, "everything would be different."
"It's not so bad. We found each other again didn't we?" Draco replied with a small smile, tugging on the hair behind her ear, an old habit of his.
She smiled at the gesture and poked him in the nose like she used to do. She looked at him for a second, and then suddenly her eyes widened.
"Do you... are you... are you arranged with anyone?" she asked.
"Definitely not," Draco said, making a face. Draco had thought that this answer would appease her, but she seemed to tense up more as the seconds ticked by. Draco opened his mouth to speak and Rose flinched like she was expecting a blow, but he continued anyways, now determined to hear the answer to the question that he guessed Rose knew was coming.
"Are you betrothed?" he asked, tense also.
"I... I... yes, father arranged a marriage for me," she said, tears threatening once again.
"To who? When is it? How old is he? What is his position?" he fired at her.
Rose had been expecting this. "He is Marie Christine de Bourbon's thirty-eight year old brother, the Duke of Bourbon. Marie Christine has it scheduled for the week after we get out of Hogwarts, the day after I turn eighteen."
Draco sat up feeling angry and frusturated. He wanted to yell and beat the man who had inadvertently stolen Rose from him and to shake the head off of Marie Christine's shoulders for stealing Rose. He knew perfectly well that Marie Christine had broken off the betrothal. She married Rose's father, the King of Spain, two months after Rose's mother, Caterina, had died.
Draco's own mother, Narcissa, had been great friends with Caterina, and she was incensed when Marie Christine took Caterina's place at the throne next to Juan Carlos (the king). Narcissa refused to set foot inside of Spain ever since their wedding. However, it was not Narcissa that broke off the marriage arrangements; she still wanted the daughter of her best friend to wed with her own son. It was Marie Christine. At the time the reason had not been apparent, but now it was easy to see. She wanted to continue to rule through her connections with Rose and the Duke of Bourbon.
Draco's hands tightened into fists at the thought of it. Draco got off of the couch and paced in front of the fire for a bit, before turning to face Rose.
"You're already engaged! You knew that you were off limits, but you still didn't cut me off! Now, I want you more than ever, and you finally decide to tell me that it can't happen!" he yelled, slamming a fist onto the coffee table to his right.
Rose had stopped crying, and Draco could almost see the anger level rising in her too. "Are you really that much of an idiot, Dragón Pálido?" she asked dangerously, sitting up very straight and glaring at Draco, who glared back.
"If I'm an idiot then you're a what, Bella Rosa?" he replied, perfectly aware of the insult.
Rose looked as if she had been slapped. Draco turned his back to her, knowing that if he looked at her another second his cool facade would crumble.
"Do not be angry with me. You know it is not my fault and that you are being unjust," Rose said, putting on a strong face. Draco turned around again.
"Yes, I know... but it's just... frustrating to have you snatched away so soon after I've only just found you again," he said, trying with difficulty to hide his overwhelming emotions.
"I understand perfectly. I feel the same as you do, which is all the more reason for you to help me," Rose said, standing up and walking to where Draco was standing.
"You know I've always done everything to help you in the past. All you've ever needed to do was ask," Draco said, consciously loosening his tense muscles
"Well, I'm asking now. This will be no small task," Rose warned before continuing, "Will you help me destroy my engagement to the Duke?"
Draco couldn't help but smirk. "Of course. When do we start?"
Rose embraced Draco and kissed him on the cheek before walking towards her room.
"As soon as possible," she replied with a wink.
A/N: YESSS! ahahahahahaaahahahaha! Now honestly, you have to tell me, not a single one of you were expecting that secret were you? Now to clear up a few things, Rose princess of spain; Draco prince of italy. Marie Christine one of the princesses of france married to Juan Carlos king of spain, widower of Caterina Emilia Rosa de Aragon (his late wife and Rose's mother), who was best friends with Narcissa Aphrodite Black, who is of one of the noble families of england, who married Antonio(king of italy), who is the older of the identical twin brothers, he being Antonio and his brother being Emilio, their middle names are both Lucius, and Emilio(aka Lucius Malfoy) is Draco's body guard who acts as Draco's father during the Hogwarts year. Phew! Oh, and by the way, they are all pureblood, including Rose, which means, yes, somewhere down the line Draco and Rose are related, but it's very very very very very distant.