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Chapter Ten – The Guards, the Woman and the Wardrobe
About an hour later found Harry, Draco, Hetti and Shenth looking down into a bubbling cauldron. It wasn't out of control, just a few bubbles here and there, and the colour was a deep red.
"Okay then," Shenth said, looking at the others in turn. "That is it. All we can do now is wait for it to brew. In twenty four hours you must come back here to see if it works."
Harry and Draco nodded. Shenth showed them to the door.
"Thank you for doing this for us," Harry said politely. He elbowed Draco in the ribs after a few seconds of silence.
"Yes, thank you," said Draco through gritted teeth.
Shenth smiled. "No problem. Anything for friends of my daughter." He gave Hetti a hug.
"Goodbye, father," she said with tears in her eyes.
"Promise to come and visit me more often," Shenth asked with shining eyes.
Hetti wiped away a tear. "I promise."
The three teenagers walked down the path and away from the house, waving as they went. Once they were out of sight, they turned back around and carried on towards the Palace.
When they got to the entrance, Hetti excused herself and left the two boys standing there alone.
"So, what do we do now, then?" Draco asked.
Harry shrugged. Twenty-four hours seemed like such a long way away. "I might go and take a bath, or something."
"Yeah, me two," Draco agreed. The two of them went their separate ways and each took baths in their own private bathrooms. Once they had freshened up, they found each other again in Harry's room. They sat down on the large bed.
"It's so boring here," Draco whined.
"Stop sounding like a little kid," Harry said. Draco folded his arms and stuck his tongue out, making Harry laugh.
Harry stood up and grabbed Draco's hand. "Lets go and explore the palace!"
Draco grinned, and so the two of them set out in search of something interesting.
It was an hour later, and they were still bored. There really wasn't much to do in a place like this.
"What do these people do?" Draco complained as they were walking down a dimly lit corridor.
"Who knows?" Harry mused.
Suddenly, he stopped. He pointed towards a large door at the end of the corridor. "There," he said.
"What about it?" Draco asked.
"Think about it," Harry said. "It's got to be important, hasn't it? I mean it's in the furthest part of the palace, and far away from any other rooms. Why is it so secretive if there's nothing important in there?"
Draco grinned. "Let's go and see, shall we?"
They sprinted to the end of the corridor and Harry opened the door and peered inside.
"Well?" Draco asked eagerly.
Harry shook his head. "I can't see, it's too dark."
Draco rolled his eyes and grabbed a lit torch on the wall of the corridor. He pushed Harry out of the way. "Let me see."
He opened the door wide and stepped inside, with Harry trailing behind him. Draco held the torch high, and the two looked around the room.
It was a bedroom. It didn't seem to be much different to any other bedroom in the palace. It was much larger, the furniture looked much more expensive, and the room itself had a slight superior feel about it. But apart from that, it looked more or less ordinary. Or at least, ordinary in Palace standards, as Harry and Draco weren't used to such rooms.
They walked further inside to explore more closely. There was a large king-size bed in the far right corner, and a wooden wardrobe in the far left corner. There were many golden statues and the walls had lots of hieroglyphical patterns that were remarkable to look at. There was also a huge chest at the bottom of the bed that made Draco grin with glee. Oh, how he couldn't wait to see what treasures were in there! Making sure Harry was preoccupied with something, Draco snuck over to the chest, only to see it was locked. He cursed under his breath.
"If only I had my wand," he muttered, attracting Harry's attention.
"What have you found there?" the Gryffindor asked while making his way over to the panicking Slytherin.
Draco quickly stood up and hid the chest from Harry's view. "Nothing, nothing," he said, his hands fidgeting behind his back.
Harry looked at him suspiciously, but thought no more of it.
"I wonder whose room this is," he pondered, glancing around.
Draco shrugged. "Someone important, no doubt."
Harry walked away from Draco to look more closely at the patterned wall, and the Slytherin sighed with relief. He turned around and tried to get the chest to open.
He had been fiddling for a few minutes when he heard a soft click. He grinned triumphantly. He rubbed his hands together, and was about to open the chest when…
"Quick," Harry hissed at the sound of distant footsteps. "Someone's coming!"
Draco gave a silent curse, but stayed where he was.
He felt Harry pull him to his feet. "Come on, we're not supposed to be here!"
Draco gave a longing look at the chest as he was dragged away. "And where do you suggest we hide?" he asked angrily.
Harry searched the room, and stopped when his eyes landed on the wardrobe. "There!"
Draco scoffed. "Are you kidding?"
Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Draco along, and opened the door, pushing Draco inside the dark closet. He went in after and snapped the door shut.
"How long do we have to stay here?" Draco hissed quietly. "It better not be too long, it's cramped in here!"
He was right, for once; the wardrobe wasn't exactly the best of places for them to go. It was only just big enough for one person to squeeze into, never mind two. The boys were so close together they could feel each other's heartbeats. And if that wasn't bad enough, it was also completely pitch black.
They stayed in silence for a while, listening and trying to detect any movement from in the room. Draco was about to say something cynical, but Harry hushed him with a glare and put a finger on his own lips. They listened and could just make out footsteps of two people inside the room.
"The deed must be done tonight," they heard a woman's voice say.
"Yes, Ma'am," a man said in a quivering voice.
"I will not have my daughter marrying filth like that!" the woman hissed. Harry and Draco put their ears next to the door to hear better, feeling extremely curious.
"Of course not, madam," the man said. "Tjaroy is no match for your beautiful daughter."
"Indeed he isn't." There was more movement.
"Go now," the woman ordered. "I will be there shortly. Poison Tjaroy's wine for this evening, and I will meet you once you have done this." More walking.
"And once I have left, make sure there are two guards stationed outside my door. No one must come in here."
"Yes, of course," the man obeyed, and then Harry and Draco heard him walk out of the room. They stayed still and silent, not daring to make a sound incase they were caught. It was obvious now that Tjaroy was not on this woman's good side, and so if Harry were caught, he would find it pretty hard to escape from her.
They could now hear her moving about in there, probably changing clothes ready for dinner. Draco was tempted to burst out there and give her a piece of his mind, but then decided he did not want to risk her getting her evil hands on Harry.
Harry sighed. How long would they have to stay here? His back was killing him as the wardrobe was barely tall enough and he had to slouch ever so slightly to fit in. It was while he was looking around the wardrobe, trying to see something when he noticed a small crack where the wardrobe hadn't shut properly. He craned his neck around and looked through. He saw the woman sat on the large bed writing on something he couldn't quite make out. She was quite tall, with black hair and pale skin. Her clothes were nothing less than royally beautiful, and she had a snobbish look about her that reminded Harry slightly of Draco. He was about to tell Draco of the small crack, when he felt a not-so-subtle touch on his waist. Harry almost jumped in surprise, but managed to stop himself. He tried to peer into the dark to make out Draco's face and give him a puzzled expression, but he suddenly felt the Slytherin move forward until their noses were touching. Their ragged breaths ghosted on each other's lips, and they both licked them subconsciously. Which one of them made the first move, they didn't know, but not a moment later they were kissing slowly and sweetly. Draco groped around a while until his hand found Harry's hair, tangling it in those dark, thick locks. Harry found himself grabbing Draco's arse as the two of them kissed feverishly. But as soon as it had started, it had stopped. Harry broke away, feeling out of breath.
"Why are we doing this?" he asked while panting.
"I'm not sure," Draco replied. "But I want to do this. Don't you?"
Harry thought. Did he honestly want this? Did the many reasons why they should do this out rule the ones why they shouldn't? He knew they didn't. He knew that when, if, they got back to Hogwarts, them having a relationship would be hard. But since when did Harry Potter ever give up on a challenge? Sure, it would be hard. There'd be a lot of complaints from their friends and their houses, but they couldn't let something like that stop them! It would be tough, yes, but Harry felt like he deserved to be happy for once in his life. So why should he pass up that opportunity when it was offered to him so freely?
"Of course I want this," Harry replied. "I can't deny there's something there."
"Then why are you objecting?" Draco said, almost sadly.
Harry shifted on his feet. "Not objecting, exactly," he said. "I just think it wouldn't be wise for us to…you know."
"If your talking about that cow outside, I don't think she'll hear us," Draco assured.
Harry shook his head even though he knew the other couldn't see. "I'm not talking about her," he said. "I mean when we get back home, a relationship between us would be quite…difficult."
"Since when have you not wanted to do something because it was hard, Potter?" Draco demanded.
"Well…I mean…it's just…" Harry stumbled.
"Exactly," Draco said firmly. "I don't care what anyone thinks, Harry. I like you, you like me, we have a right to be together, and that's all there is to it."
He knew Draco was right, and for once, he listened to him. Harry leaned forward once more, and said, "Do you honestly want to be with me?"
"Yes," Draco said simply, before closing his lips on Harry's. They stood there, slouched in a dark, cramped closet, kissing passionately. In all honestly, it wasn't the most perfect place for them to be doing this, but at that particular moment, they didn't really care.
It didn't take long for things to get heated in the wardrobe, figuratively and literally. Hey, there were two horny boys in a disclosed space; it was bound to get hot in there! So in no time at all both boys found themselves doing amazing things they had never experienced before. Especially Harry. He was new to this, and so Draco had to constantly remind him to keep his voice down; he was sure the woman had heard them more than once, but fortunately for them, she hadn't.
Once they had finished their, erm, activities, the boys pulled themselves together and listened outside the wardrobe door for any sign of the woman. She was still in there, but one look through the small crack showed that she was ready for leaving. So as if on cue, she left the room, leaving Harry and Draco wondering how in Merlin's name they were going to get past the guards.
"I say we jump out on them and knock them out!" Harry suggested.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Are you kidding? They could probably do us twice all over!"
Harry sniggered at the other meaning behind those words.
Draco smacked him softly. "Stop thinking dirty thoughts!" he exclaimed. "This is serious!"
"Sorry," Harry snorted. "Couldn't help it."
Draco rolled his eyes again. "Just think of something, you dolt."
They tried, but nothing seemed to come to mind. Draco was starting to consider Harry's proposal, when the boy in question spoke up.
"I know!" he said. "We could just go and talk to them. I mean, we're the Princess and Prince, I'm sure no one will mind us being in here. Especially since it's Nefertiri's own mother's room."
Draco smirked. "Harry, that is the most stupid, foolish, and most brilliant plan ever!"
Harry smirked back. "Well, I do try," he said immodestly.
Slowly, and carefully, Draco opened the wardrobe door and silently crept out, with Harry right behind him. They walked across the room and stopped at the door.
"Scared, Potter?" Draco asked, grinning.
Harry grinned back, and repeating his answer to the same question asked years previously, said, "You wish."
They took a deep breath, and stepped out of the door into full view of the two guards.
The two guards, suddenly aware of the teenagers' appearance, held their weapons infront of them. They looked surprised, and strangely, scared.
"What...how…where did you come from?" one of them demanded.
Draco shrugged. "From inside the room, where else?"
The other guard looked puzzled. "But…there was nobody in there before!"
"Yes there was," Harry said. "We were."
"Then you have violated the Queen's privacy!" the first one yelled angrily.
"Now hold on here…" Draco stepped forward, but the guards stopped him by pointing their weapons at him. Draco held up his hands. "No need for that!" he said.
"The Queen must be informed of this intrusion!" the second guard growled.
"But I'm her daughter!" Draco said, looking outraged.
"That may be so," the guard said. "But you were informed, as was everyone else, not to enter here, and agreed to accept the consequences if you did!"
Harry and Draco exchanged glances.
"Ah," Harry said in realisation. "Right. Well then, we'll, erm, just be...er…off then," he took a few steps back.
"Not so fast," the guards said, their weapons still pointing towards the boys.
"We'd love to stay and chat," Harry said. "Honestly, we would. But we've, er, got a poiso-, I mean dinner to attend to."
He quickly grabbed Draco's hand and spun around, pulling the other boy with him. Harry let go of his hand and the two ran off away from the guards, who, once they had realised what had happened, started to follow them.
"Nice plan, Potter!" Draco shouted as they sprinted through the corridors.
"Says you!" Harry shouted back. "I seem to remember you saying what a 'brilliant plan' it was!"
"Remind me never to trust your judgement again!" Draco replied. Harry looked over his shoulder. The guards were gaining on them, but they were still only just in sight.
"What do you suggest we do then?" Harry questioned, panting. He was getting a little out of breath now.
As they ran past a one-way corridor to their right, Draco did a double take. He stopped and backtracked his steps. The corridor was wide, and decorated with statues down the side, and had a single door at the bottom. Draco grinned.
Harry, who had only just noticed he had stopped, looked behind him to see Draco beckon him.
"What are you doing?" Harry hissed. "Why have you stopped? Do you want us to get caught?"
Draco smirked and disappeared down the corridor. Harry rolled his eyes and followed him, just in time to see him pick up something from off the door and hide behind a statue.
"Stop playing games, Draco!" Harry said. He was about to drag Draco out of there when he heard the footsteps of the guards. In a panic, he dived behind one of the statues. A minute later, the sound of the guards echoed down the corridor as the two men edged closer to Harry's hiding place. He stood still and held his breath, then hoped for the best. To his relief, they went straight past him. Now, he started to worry about Draco, but he had no need to. The guards walked straight past his hiding place as well, until they stood infront of the door.
"They must be in there, " one of the guards whispered.
"Go in and look, then," the other one said.
"No, you go!" the first urged.
"Both of us walk in, after three, then." The other nodded.
"Ok. One…two…three!" They opened the door and stepped inside the dark room.
"Gotcha!" they shouted gleefully, until they realised no one was there. At that moment, Draco stepped out from his hiding place and walked to the door. He winked at the two horror-stricken guards. "Gotcha!" he said, and slammed the door in their faces, then locked the door with the key he had taken earlier. Then, he turned and winked at Harry. "You can thank me later," he smirked, and walked up the corridor, away from the door, with two men shouting and banging it from the inside.
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So there we have it! Another chapter of A Recipe of Mishap!I bet you guys are so glad Harry and Draco got together! hehe i know i am! So let me know what you think! And feel free to share your ideas. I'm always open to new ideas So, yeah. Please review! And i promise the next installment will be posted soon! Bye for now!