I am sooooooooooooo sorry! I swear it's not my fault that I wasn't able to update any of my fics for the past month. It's all my computer's (Compy as I call it.) fault. It got a virus and my Norton didn't tell me about the damn thing. So on New Year's Eve when I was about to turn on my computer, the stupid thing won't turn on! I wasn't able to read or type anything for a whole frikin' month!
And when I checked my e-mail, someone flamed me! As in not the helpful criticism we're suppose to get but an actual flame! She (I think it's a she anyway) said I can't speak proper English and I should stop writing if I can't even speak it. Well let me tell you something, Red Moon, kiss my ass! I don't care what you think, I enjoy writing and if you didn't want to read my story, then why the hall didja!
Okay…I'm done.
Sorry for ranting… but I needed to get it out my system. Please enjoy the fifth installment of my story, Mage Prince.
Chapter 5- Welcome to Malfoy Manner
The ride to the castle was fairly entertaining, for Blaise anyway. There was some serious tension in the carriage. Harry was blushing like a newly married bride, and Draco, by the looks of it was still a bit pissed by the experience with the Parkinsons. He kept on muttering about how those imbeciles almost ruin his perfect name, soiling his robes and any other vain thing that Draco would probably say.
Even if was having the time of his life, Draco was still his best friend. And as Draco's best friend it was his responsibility to help his friend out.
"Hem, hem." he faked breaking the silence.
Harry glanced at his direction as did Draco.
"What do you want Blaise?" Draco asked irritably. He liked the silence; it gave him time to rant about all those things he had to endure to get Harry away from the Parkinsons. But noooooooooo, Blaise just had to interrupt his precious, precious silence.
"Just wanted to start a decent conversation." he smiled charmingly, "right Harry?" he cast his eyes at the red-faced boy. "May I call you Harry?"
Harry nodded meekly. Such a sweet boy.
Draco, from the background, snorted. "Like you can even converse decently," he directed at Blaise, "all you ever think about is money, power and girls."
"Well, all you ever think about is your looks, clothes and uh…" Blaise was a loss for words, "I rather not say the last one…"
Harry giggled, catching what Blaise meant to say.
Draco smiled slightly. Harry's laugh was quite pleasant.
Soon enough a conversation started. They were talking about how life would be in the palace. Actually both Draco and Blaise talked, Harry listened inventively, wanting to know all the proper ways he should act in the palace.
The carriage came to a halt and both Draco and Blaise stopped their conversation. Their masks were back on.
They (i.e. Draco and Blaise) gracefully stepped out the carriage, not showing any signs of their former selves. (The ones in the carriage)
Harry peeked out from the doors making sure that nobody was watching. When he saw what was happening on the Malfoy lands, he gasped.
Mages of both kinds, Black and White were either training their skills or helping the plants around the manor grounds grow.
He (Harry) stepped out the carriage, and just stared for a while. "It's gorgeous…" he whispered to himself.
As he hurried to follow Draco and Blaise, some of the mages turned to look at, as they thought, Draco's new "wife".
"Master Draco," Harry whispered, as he caught up to them, "where are we going?"
Draco lanced briefly at him. He whispered back, "to see my parents."
Harry held a hand to his mouth, stifling a gasp. "The king and queen!"
Draco failed to hide his smirk. "Yes. Who else?"
Lucius was bored. He was very, very bored. He had nothing to do. Narcissa was out in the gardens, tending her precious flowers. Honestly, sometimes she acts like hose flowers were more interesting that him!
He growled, desperately wanting something to happen.
The doors of the throne room banged open and Draco entered, Blaise following him as usual. But today there was something different, a younger boy, was with them.
Lucius raise a finely shaped eyebrow. 'Now who is this?' he thought interested.
The three young boys walked through the aisle, and stop at Lucius front. Draco inclined his head, Blaise bowed and the other one copied him.
"Father," Draco said, drawing his attention from the outsider, "this," he pointed at the youngest (or at least that's what Lucius thought), "is Harry."
Harry bowed again. 'Very good manners…' he silently approved.
"He is…" Draco paused, "to be my new mate."
If Lucius was drinking anything, he might've spat it out. Thank goodness he wasn't, not a very dignified image, now is it?
"Your m…mate!" he choked out.
Harry seemed equally surprised. His eyes were wide as saucers and his jaw was hanging open.
"Excuse me!"
Lucius quickly composed himself, making sure that there wasn't anything out of place.
"Draco," he inquired, "I thought you said you didn't want a mate?"
"I changed my mind."
Blaise barely hid his snicker.
Lucius coughed in his hand. Well at least he wasn't bored anymore…
"Lucius, honey?"
Oh shit!
"What's the matter?" Narcissa entered the throne room carrying a bouquet of orange roses along with her.
"It's nothing 'Cissa."
"I heard some commotion in here, and I-" she finally spotted Draco and stopped. "Draco!" she exclaimed delighted, "your back!"
Draco smiled at his mother. "Yes" he nodded, "I'm back. And I brought someone with me." He grasped Harry's arm and urged him forward.
"He is my new mate!" he stated proudly.
Narcissa almost squealed. "You found a mate!" she said excitedly. She began inspecting Harry, just to make sure he was good enough for her precious baby.
"He certainly would produce a handsome heir." she stated.
Harry choked, his blush threatening to take over his whole face.
"Heir!"
"Why yes, of course." Narcissa said non-pulsed at all at Harry obvious scandalized voice. "Once you and Draconis are married we will have to give you a special potion to get you pregnant during you honeymoon." she said ignoring Harry's now pale face. "What color do you think he and Draco would look best in?" she directed this to Blaise who laughed nervously.
Harry glanced pleadingly at Draco, who to his charging just smiled.
"Welcome to Malfoy Manor."
Nobody noticed that Lucius wasn't in the room anymore.
I'll work on my other stories as soon as possible. And I'll really appreciate it if you guys reviewed.
Akira
