Here's chapter two of Mage Prince. I,m to lazy to write a longer author's not so please forgive me.
Warning: Slash
Pairings: DMHP
Notes: AU
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Mrs. J. K. Rowling owns the actual story and characters.
Chapter: 2- He's a Nobody…
Draco was currently in the Patil household, the Patil twins, Parvarti and Padma and their friend, Brown was it? Yeah, Brown… they seem to have some kind of decease. How rude! They invite a prince into their house while three girls have some kind of giggling decease. Yup, giggling. The bloody girls won't stop doing the damn thing! They glance at him then burst into a fit of giggles. The two were good-looking enough but they had the strange giggling decease, and he didn't want to catch it. And their friend Brown wasn't any better. He has never met anybody whom giggled this much! 'I wonder if I'll catch it?' he mused to himself, 'is it curable?'
Draco was snapped out of his musings by a loud knock on the door. His head snapped up and looked at the door. Padma or was it Parvarti? Never mind… one of them stood up went to open the door, but she quickly shut it again. Now this got the prince's attention. Now why would she do that?
"Honey, who was it?" Mrs. Patil asked. Parvarti (or Padma) whispered something in her mother's ear that made her eyes go wide.
"So Mrs. Patil, who was it?" Draco asked politely.
Mrs. Patil was sweating now. Her face was flushed and she was stuttering, "Oh, t… that was nobody important. D… d… don't worry about p… prince." But Draco didn't buy it; he excused himself from the table and opened the door. There he saw a very irritated Zabini. Blaise was grumbling how rude the girl was. It took all of his will power not to laugh at his irritated best friend.
He turned to the Patils and the Brown; he didn't even glance at the disappointed girls when he said his goodbye. He gave them a quick thank you, and a wink. He closed the door and could distinctly hear a thump. He smirked. One of them obviously fainted. He hasn't lost his charm. He turned to his companion.
Ah, yes… his dear old friend Blaise Zabini. A tall, handsome, ('though not as handsome as me' he thought amusedly.) young man with short auburn locks, dark hazel eyes and a well built muscular body. He would have made a good mate, if the awkwardness of being friends since they were in diapers wasn't there.
"Did you really have to make the girl faint?" Blaise asked.
"Well, her sister/best friend was rude to you… so yeah." Draco answered cheekily.
Blaise sighed frustrated. His friend will forever be a playboy, and nothing can change that. "Whatever, lets just go. You still have to visit the orphanage." He told his long time best friend.
"Well, my dear friend, lead the way!" Draco mocked.
Blaise had to roll his eyes on that. Another thing about our dear prince is he is a sarcastic bastard as Blaise puts it. No matter how much he denies it, he got the trait from his father.
The two nobles made their way to the Parkinson Orphanage.
meanwhile…
Harry was in the kitchen with some other people were readying the food for the prince's arrival. Whoever the guy is he didn't like him already, the Parkinsons were making him and his friends work non-stop just for one person. Oh, sure he was the third highest ranking person in the whole kingdom, but really! The whole bloody orphanage is going wild! Harry was cooking and at the same time healing burns for his friends. They prepared a drool-worthy meal. They made a roast turkey, some mashed potatoes, a huge platter of vegetables sticks cut in different shapes to make it more attractive. Two loaves of garlic bread were placed on each side of the table, a big cauldron made of silver was filled with mushroom soup and in the middle of the table was a intricate patterned mango pudding, design as a galloping unicorn, and during the actual dinner itself, Harry and the others will have to take turns in serving fresh made pumpkin juice.
Everything stilled when a knock on the door was made. All eyes turned at the poor, unsuspecting piece of wood. Then…
Both female Parkinsons raced to the door. The orphans quickly fixed the finishing touches on the table while Mr. Parkinson smoothen non-existent wrinkles from his suit.
Draco was outside the pathetic excuse of a orphanage waiting for anybody to answer the damn door.
Finally, a pug-faced girl, wearing what she might think a nice looking candy-pink dress that show much more than Draco would want to see answered the door. Next to her was a very skinny lady wearing an out-fashioned gown and was grinning so broadly that he thought her face might split into two.
Draco and Blaise entered the orphanage and was instantly onslaught by the overly excited Mr. Parkinson. Each introduced themselves accordingly while Blaise examined the living conditions of the place. They sat down and both nobles were a little surprise that three people can make such an outstanding dinner. They chatted for a while, Pansy making a sickeningly obvious attempt to flirt but failing miserably in Draco's standards. Olympia (Mrs. Parkinson) was complimenting Pansy too much, telling him of all her accomplishments, saying how many men like her, and hinting that she would make an excellent wife which he greatly doubted. Craken (Mr. Parkinson) was just listening to the conversation, nodding her now and then.
The evening was relatively boring until…
CRASH!!!
A crash was heard from the kitchen.
Draco turned to look at the lady of the house. She was seething. Uh, oh… that is sooo NOT good! Mrs. Parkinson stomped her way in the kitchen.
CRASH!!!
'Uh, oh…' Harry thought nervously. He accidentally dropped a pitcher of pumpkin juice. It wasn't his fault. Really… it wasn't!!! Someone got a burn and it was his job to heal that person. He was walking to Kelvin –the one who got the burn- when someone bumped into him making him drop the pitcher he was carrying. Now Mrs. Parkinson is going to throw the door off its hinges and call him a worthless freak.
BANG!!!
Yup, right on time.
Olympia has just thrown the poor, poor door open and was standing there looking like a bull ready to charge. Her already small, beady eyes were narrowed to almost nothing, her face was purple and Harry swore he just saw smoke flaring from her nose.
Just like a bull…
"Harry! You incompetent fool!" she raged, "What the hell did you do now!?!? I told you not to disrupt this dinner, you filthy, waste of air! Now what do you think the prince thinks of us!?!? Huh!?"
"I- it was an a- accident!" Harry knew this wasn't helping his situation but it just came pouring out. "I'm s- so- sorry!"
"I don't care that it was an accident, you stupid, stupid child!" she yelled at the distrust boy.
Harry didn't show it but he was hurt. He knew the things she called him weren't true, but still it was awful!
Draco was waiting from the background, interested, but when he saw who the old hag was shouting at he decided to step in.
TBC…
I am sooo sorry but computer got busted, panicked, computer got fixed, rejoiced, used the computer, retyped EVERYTHING, connected to the internet… won't work, got mad, became scary demon, called uncle –who was a technician-, and got computer fixed for real!!!
