A/N oh you know! I don't own HP or Troy etc
Sparta
The Palace
Suppertime! (A/n Best time of the day! Whoot \o/)
The Palace hall was full of dancing and music. For years Sparta and Troy had argued and been at war. But now they had finally called for peace.
"I would just like to say," said Roldolphus, standing from his seat at the food-covered table, "What a wonderful time my new wife Pansy and I are having. And to you, Harry and Ronald of Troy, to you I raise my glass."
"Thank Lestrange," said Harry, bowing his head slightly, "My cousin and I are proud to know that we have settled our troubles with you,"
"Yes," said Ron, staring at Pansy, then winking.
"Well, enjoy yourself!" laughed Lestrange draining his glass.
Ron stood with his cousin as Pansy stood up and walked away to the staircase. Poor girl. Lestrange was just as bad as his cousin Lucias. He had one wife, then found someone better and dumped her. Pansy knew it would happen to her someday. Ron muttered something about needing the bathroom and pushed through the crowd, following Pansy. Harry sighed and sat down by the fireplace. Ron was younger than him and was still a bit foolish. He would follow girls to the end of the world. But Harry wasn't aware of which girl Ron was after.
There was a knock on the door. Pansy was sitting at her dressing table, staring her reflection. She had long blonde hair that fell past her shoulders and down her back and bright blue eyes. They were the reason everyone thought her amazing. Greeks all had dark hair and dark eyes. She stood out like a dove among ravens.
"Come in," she sighed, back to the door. Ron entered and locked the door behind him.
"You shouldn't be here," sighed Pansy, starting to brush her hair.
"That's what you said last night," smirked Ron, remembering what had happened after that.
"Last night was a mistake," sighed Pansy again.
"And the night before that?" Said Ron, walking up behind her.
"I have made a lot of mistakes this week," whispered Pansy, placing her hairbrush down. She gasped as Ron's hand's stroked her neck.
"Do you want me to leave?" he smiled, knowing the answer. Pansy stood up, slightly shocked by the question. She suddenly locked her mouth with Ron's. Ron grinned into the kiss and ran his tongue against the seal in her lips. She opened willingly and, melted into his chest.
Down stairs, Harry was beginning to wonder about the disappearance of his cousin. Taking a sip of his wine Harry's thoughts drifted to Hermione, his wife, and their son, James, named after Harry's father.
"Here, take this," said Ron, standing back from Pansy and holding out a pearl necklace, "They are pearls from the great sea god, they will protect you,"
"Thank you," she whispered, as he placed them around her neck, "Their beautiful. But, I can't wear them. If Lestrange saw me with them he would have me killed."
"You don't need to fear him, even when I have left to return home, I will try to protect you. Body guards, spies. The lot!" whispered Ron, cupping her face.
"I'm not afraid of dieing," she whispered on the brink of tears, pressing her face into his hands, "I'm afraid of tomorrow, sniff I'm afraid of watching you sail away knowing you'll never come back!"
"Come with me," whispered Ron, pressing their foreheads together,
"Don't play with me, don't play," whispered Pansy, trying to pull away.
"I serious. Come with me," said Ron, pulling her back, getting excited, "Come with me and then we'll never be apart. You can become a princess of Troy; we never need to fear anyone. We love each other and not and not have to sneak about in alleys and shadows. Pansy," She shivered at her name, he pulled her so close they moulded together, "We'll be free,"
Pulling away from her, Ron watched as Pansy revel in his words. Soon a small smile appeared on her face.
"That's my girl," smiled Ron, leaning forward to claim her lips once morel.
As the morning sun began to rise the King of Sparta and the Princes of Troy were preparing to depart.
"Have a safe return," said Lestrange, lowing his head to them "May the gods see you safely home,"
"And may they protect you against evil, King Lestrange," said Harry, bowing back to him.
They boarded the ship and set sail.
The air was cool and refreshing as the oarsmen moved the ship through the clear seawater. Harry stood at the head of the ship, looking towards the horizon. How he longed for the homeland.
"Cousin,"
Harry turned towards Ron, who had been looking jumpy all day. Harry had guessed that it was the sea journey that was making him nervous.
"Yes Ron?" smiled Harry, taking a last glance at the never ending sea and turning to his red head cousin,
"Harry, you are my cousin and best friend. So, so if…if I was in trouble…would you…would you always stand beside me? Would you…"
"Ron," laughed Harry as his cousin had started to babble, "What's wrong?"
"Answer me first!"
"Yes, of course," smiled Harry, "Now, tell me what's wrong!"
"Come with me,"
Harry followed Ron to the stairs to the storeroom. It was almost pitch black except for the light streaming in from the trap door in the ceiling.
"Ron, what the-," started Harry,
"Wait," interrupted Ron, "Come out,"
Harry stared into a dark area between two piles of boxes. What in the name of Zeus was going on? Suddenly, the darkness began to move. A hooded figure emerged.
"What is this?" shouted Harry backing away, "Who are yo-,"
"Sssshh Harry," hissed Ron, clamping a hand over his mouth. The figure removed the hood and shook a head of golden hair.
"Hello Prince Harry," the girl smiled.
A/N So? What do ya think? Please review! Please! I want at least two more or else I won't put anymore up! Come on! You know you want to!
