Hey y'all! I'm back and as you can see I posted a new fic. –Just go to my account to see it- It's called A Hunt for a Hunter. Do me a favor and read it, my friends think it's FanFiction worthy but I'm not so sure. I need more opinions!

Warning: Slash

Pairings: DMHP

Notes: AU

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, Mrs. J. K. Rowling owns the actual story and characters.

Okay, I'll stop delaying here's Chapter 3 of Mage Prince –I still think the title stinks-


Chapter: 3- Seeing my Angel

Draco was watching from the background, interested, but then he saw who the old hag was shouting at he stepped in

"Mrs. Parkinson," he said with a smile, "I'm quite sure it was just an accident. Really, I wasn't bothered."

"Ah, yes of course dear prince," Olympia simpered, "yes, yes"

She glared at Harry one last time and swept herself from the kitchen.

Draco approached Harry who was trying to stand up. "Do you need any help?" he offered.

Harry turned to see who saved him from his mistress' wrath, and was dumbfounded at who he saw. "You were the one I bumped in!" he said. Then he blushed and brought his eyes down. "I'm sorry for interrupting dinner and for running into you."

Draco laughed a true one not the one he faked to make his father satisfied.

"Well, yes. I was the one you ran into and apology accepted." he told the flustered teen.

"Thank you, sir." Harry bowed his head once more and went back to cooking.

Draco smiled at him one last time before he went back to the dinning room.


Harry breathed a relieved sigh when the prince left. Wow, he hadn't notice before but he was really hot! Well, never mind that. He had to get ready. No doubt, Mrs. Parkinson will want to rip him limb from limb when the prince leaves. I mean, the prince won't really take Pansy as his wife and he certainly won't take an orphan.

Right?


Finally! This dinner is about to reach it's end! Draco has been sitting here for the past hour and a half listening politely to Olympia's rambling. How could this hag talk so much?! And about ONE person! Not to mention it was her good-for-nothing daughter we're talking about!

He turned to stare at the door longingly. How did he even survive the night?! I mean c'mon! A batty old bitch complementing her daughter non-stop, from the start and till the end of god forsaken dinner and a wimpy husband –if you can call him that- agreeing with everything his wife says.

It's quite obvious who wears the pants in the family.

And of course their precious daughter, with the angelic face yeah right! Let's correct that how 'bout a deformed slut with a pug for a face?

He sighed. Why can't Blaise suffer with him? I mean he was a prince for Merlin's sake! He should not be suffering this, especially not alone!!!

Well, at least he got to see Harry again. Speaking of Harry

"Mrs. Parkinson" he started poitely.

"Yes, dear prince?" Olympia asked excitedly. Apparently she thinks that Draco was about to ask for Pansy's hand. If she is, she will be sorely disappointed.

"That orphan" he stated, "Harry was his name. Yes, tell me about him."

Mrs. Parkinson scowled; this wasn't where she wanted the conversation to go.

"You mean that riffraff?" she forced out, "why Draco dear, he is merely an orphan, nothing special."

A vain beneath his eye twitched at the implication of Draco dear.

"Yes, that may be," he said, looking above Olympia's head, "but the boy intrigues me. He seems different than the other orphans."

Olympia grinded her teeth loudly, that people from Uremia –a different kingdom- would have heard it. Draco was pretty sure that her teeth were part dust now.

"Don't worry about him right now," the irate woman was able to force out, "what do you think of my dear daughter, Pansy? Isn't she fabulous?"

Hearing her named, Pug-Sy turned to smile at Draco, in what she thought in a flirtatious way. Draco forced a charming smile on his face and nodded at her direction.

"So prince" Mr. Parkinson –that came as a shock- said casually, "what do you thing of or precious?"

"She is indeed a fine lady," Draco smiled, "yes, she quite deserving"

That of course was a lie.

There was nothing on earth that could make him, Draco, hottest thing that ever step foot in Latonia, marry a deformed, pug-faced whore. But he'll humour them for some fun.

Fun indeed

"So when will you take her to your palace?" Olympia asked excitedly, while Craken nodded enthusiastically. She obviously thinks that Pansy was going to marry the prince. And Pansy, Pansy... um, let's not get into detail.

Better play with them a bit more.

"In a couple weeks time," Draco said with a pained smile, although while thinking, yeah, right! Like that would ever happen!

"I do need a new slave" he started thoughtfully, "and that orphan boy"

"Harry." Pansy spat out with distain.

The prince frowned a bit but continued.

"Yes, Harry" he nodded, "any last name to go with that?"

"No." Olympia scowled, "he just dropped form the sky during the Red War.

"Interesting" Draco muttered but quickly diverted his attention.

"Harry, I want him to be my slave."

Olympia breathed a sigh of relief. Of course the prince wanted Harry for a slave! Not anything else!

"Okay, then!" she clapped her hands, "Harry will gladly be your slave!"

Draco smiled.

"Well, I believe, I should take me leave now," he said pulling out his pocket watch, "my assistant will be waiting for me. Please send Harry outside a noon sharp."

"Yes, prince," Craken bowed, "but what about Pansy?"

"I will send an announcement."

"Yes your majesty."

With a nod he swept out of the room, his robes billowing after him.


In the kitchen, a boy with beautiful green eyes watched from a cramp window. Sighing he returned to his work, it was to be long a night

Tbc...


I refer to it as the Red War since every red Mage was wiped out. –Except Harry-

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Akira