A/N: Back again! Here's the next chapter! Only one more left! As this is my first fic I've made it quite short... but hopefully you have all enjoyed it. Please read my discription of my story 'Mind Over Matter' and tell me what you think. Thanks for everyone who has actually bothered reviewing and please continue to do so. Luv ya all!
Pairing: Hopefully you've realized that its Dm/Hp by now. And hopefully you also realize that this means it is slash. If not i pitty your intellect.
Diclaimer: No, I'm J.K. Rowling and i thought this would be a wonderful way to test how readers react to my stories. rolls eyes... I'm being sarcastic by the way. Only own plot and poems.
I've somethingI must telll you
A confession I must make
I've something I've been hiding
But please don't think I'm fake
For you'll see I've been a-thinking
Searching the skies above
And I've reached a conclusion
I think that I'm in love...
Chapter Five- Confessions
Hours later, back at the palace, Harry Potter, prince and rightful king to the Gryffindor throne, sat cross-legged in the garden surrounded by the tope five most influential snakes. Draco Malfoy stood not far behind, watching curiously.
"Hello" Harry greeted
"Hello, Snake Tongue" They greeted respectfully
"I have a favor to ask you…"
All that was heard for the next hour or so was the soft sound of a quiet hissing. Harry seemed to finish and as one the snakes exchanged looks.
"We'll do it," They said firmly
Then they set out, slowly but surely passing the message on.
"How did you get your scar?"
The question made Harry jump. He and Draco had simply been relaxing in Draco's room and doing nothing at all. It seemed a strange thing to ask.
"I'm not sure. I've always had it. I think I got it in the accident that killed my parents" Harry said thoughtfully and Draco nodded
"Do you think the plan will work?" Draco asked
"Yes." Harry said simply
"The wedding is in two days," Draco said absently
"Yes" Harry agreed
"I don't want to marry the Prince" Draco admitted softly
"You don't have to" Harry said, thinking Draco meant Dudley
"Dudley or this 'Rightful King'. I don't know either of them. I want to marry for love," Draco said quietly. Harry felt a sort of sorrow in his heart. He wanted to marry Draco; that much was certain. He cared for him so much it hurt, and he had known him only a few days. Yet Draco had said just earlier that they were only friends.
Draco wondered how thick Harry could get. He was saying that he was hopelessly in love with him without saying it and Harry was oblivious to the whole darn thing. Draco thought, briefly, that perhaps it was just a crush. Crushes can make your blood boil and lift your mood with their mere presence and make you smile by laughing and make you think that nothing will matter as long as they were together and make your skin tingle with every touch and make your heart melt with a single, caring glance…
Cant they?
The next day Draco spent in the gardens with Harry. Being his last day of freedom (no mater what happened) he planned to enjoy it. Harry could see that Draco was unhappy, nervous and wistful and it made his heart ache. He wondered briefly what Draco would think if he told him that he was the Rightful King. It was, of course, out of the question. That part was a surprise.
"You might like the prince." Harry said softly
"But I don't love him" Draco said miserably
"You may learn to" Harry said gently
"I doubt it" Draco said stubbornly
"Then who would you marry, if you had the choice?" Harry asked, slightly curious
Draco turned and seemed to study him intently for a moment. Then, coming to an obvious decision, he lent forward and pressed his lips gently, yet firmly against his own. Harry gasped and Draco used this opportunity to slip his tongue smoothly into his mouth. Harry couldn't hold back a moan as he kissed the Slytherin back. It was everything he had hoped for and more. Harry decided (after much indecision) that he tasted like vanilla- only much, much better. The kiss set his skin alight, warmed his blood and made his very being shiver with pleasure. Oxygen finally got the better of them and they pulled apart, slightly breathless.
"You" Draco said, in case Harry hadn't gotten that already
"But… I'm a servant," Harry reminded him, feeling ridiculously happy
"I know Harry, I know. And you know what? I couldn't care less." Draco said simply ducking back for another passion filled kiss
Harry decided that he could get very used to this.
That night Draco lay awake for many hours, pondering. He wondered briefly who this 'Rightful King' was and weather he wanted to marry him. He and Harry had spent the whole afternoon kissing and it had taken all his will power not to take things further. He knew very well that a prince had to be 'pure' when they were married and that their virginity was meant as a gift to their bride or groom. There were ways of telling if a prince had kept this gift intact.
He wondered if the rightful king would let Draco keep Harry as a lover (after all some kings and queens had had many) but thought that- considering how decent everyone said he is- he would probably not. One thing was for sure, he was getting married tomorrow weather he wanted to or not and when he was king he would make sure that Harry was at least treated with the respect he deserved. His constant presence would be an excruciating tease but it would be better than never seeing him again.
That option was simply unacceptable.
The day of the Royal marriage dawned and the whole castle was preparing. The wedding would, of course, take place in the Throne Room and it was the only event where the whole town was invited (as was the custom. Even King Vernon wasn't about to change that). Draco was a nervous wreck and wished that his family would get here soon. Only Harry's presence kept him from bolting the hell out of there as he continued to pace his room.
"You'll be fine. You look absolutely stunning" Harry said and it was true.
Draco was dressed in a mixture of greens, silvers and blacks. He wore a modest crown on his head (the crown of a Prince) and looked so much the part that he could have come out of a fairytale. Even Harry was dressed nicer than usual, him being the best man (Draco had insisted upon it and King Vernon had very reluctantly granted his request).
"Your parents should be here any minute now" Harry said, as though Draco needed to be reminded.
"I know" Draco snapped his temper getting the better of him. Harry ignored the tone completely
"You'll get to see the Rightful King today" Harry said absently
"I know" Draco said, more resigned than anything else
"I wonder what he's like. All I've ever heard are stories," Harry said, acting curious
"I don't really care" Draco snapped
Slightly annoyed Harry walked up to him and kissed him deeply. Draco seemed slightly stunned for a moment before he relaxed and pulled him closer, retuning the kiss.
"I don't want to get married. I love you" Draco said softly. Harry's eyes had simply sparkled with joy, but he seemed slightly saddened
"I love you too." Harry whispered very aware of the torment he was putting his dear Draco through
A knock came at the door and Harry and Draco leaped apart, rearranging their clothes to look less disheveled.
"Enter" Draco called a servant that Harry knew as Dean Tomas entered. He bowed to the prince and smiled softly at Harry
"My lord, your parents are here," He said
"Very well. Come on Harry, lets get this over with" Draco said miserably
He and Harry left the room making their way to the conference room (a large room where the king had private conversations with his guests) where his parents would be waiting. Then (after a brief 'cold feet are normal' chat) his father, his mother and Harry would walk him down the isle to be married.
They entered the room and his parents looked at him almost sadly
"Mother, father, this is Harry, my closest and most trustworthy friend. Harry this is Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy" Draco said introducing them. Feeling slightly overwhelmed Harry bowed lowly
"Your majesties" He said awkwardly
"My poor son, I have just seen Prince Dudley. I conclude you cannot be too pleased" Narcissa said despairingly
"To put it mildly," Draco said dryly. Harry touched his shoulder briefly and Draco relaxed immediately
"You'll do fine" Harry said and Draco nodded
It did not help that Draco knew that when the plan was played out his parents would be held still by forceful hands so they did not try to intervene.
Lucius watched with calculating eyes. The small touches, soft smiles, quiet sadness. He'd gamble his entire kingdom that these two were far more than friends. His heart went out to his son. Falling in love with a servant would prove to be most distracting. Narcissa also had that knowing glint in her eyes. She despaired for her only son, doomed to live his life married to someone while in love with someone else.
"You know, I could swear I knew you. What is your full name?" Lucius asked suddenly. For some reason this Harry character seemed oddly familiar, as if he had seen him someplace else. Harry looked politely baffled
"I have no last name. I'm an orphan," Harry said. His aunt had told him that he looked remarkably like his father, and wondered if this King Lucius would suddenly remember why it is Harry rang bells in his memory. Then again, the last time Lucius had seen James was just over sixteen years ago.
"Poor dear" Narcissa said kindly. Harry smiled at her hesitantly and that was when Narcissa decided she liked him. The whole room seemed to light up when he smiled. Her son was looking at him as though he would walk over glass if Harry were on the other side.
"I'm sorry you must marry this boy, my son. If it were my choice I'd let you marry who you wish" Lucius said sadly
"Even if it was a servant" Draco asked challengingly and Harry blushed slightly. Lucius sighed
"A Prince marrying a servant is unheard of. It is against the rules. If Harry was noble then it would have been possible but…" Lucius drifted off his silence saying more than words
"But I love him" Draco said, so softly his parents hardly heard him. Feeling immensely guilty by now Harry took his hand
"Your mere presence is enough for me," He said sincerely
"You could run" Narcissa suggested. Everyone in the room looked shocked at that
"No I couldn't. It's for the good of the kingdom. I could never be so selfish as to let them fall to ruins, while still continuing their pointless rivalry" Draco said, voice rising. Harry nodded
"I love you, but I could not leave. This is my home. I will sacrifice my happiness if it means that the kingdom was happy. You will make a good king" Harry said
Lucius thought it a shame that Harry was not noble. He was a very good judge of character and believed that he would actually do a good job of ruling a kingdom. He had the qualities of a born ruler.
A loud knock came at the door
"Enter" Draco and Lucius called as one. Dean Tomas entered and bowed as low as he could.
"The throne room had been prepared, the civilians have been shown in, the groom, the King and the Queen are in place and the wedding is to begin in five minutes time. You are to go to your places now." Dean said, his eyes lingering on Harry a moment longer than everyone else. No one noticed.
"Very well. It's now or never," Draco said. His parents nodded and all four of them began the journey to the Throne room doors (which seemed a lot shorter than Draco remembered it) and waited anxiously outside.
After much fidgeting, praying to every God there was that the plan worked, and feeling as though he would die from the sheer nerves the slow, traditional wedding march began and the doors were thrown open.
TBC...