Hey everybody! Long time no see! So, yeah, about that whole "not writing fics anymore" thing...Well, I said screw it. I'm back on and ready for anything! So, without further adeu...Here's chapter two! (Hey, that rhymes!)

Harry purchased his thread and ran back to the shop. He was shocked to find a royal official inside his door.

"Excuse me," he said, loudly. The officer turned. "I'm Harry Potter. I run this shop. Can I help you?" The officer nodded. He was tall and muscular, black, with the traditional black and silver uniform of the king's court.

"Mr. Potter, I am here to deliver a message," he said in a deep voice. He pulled a scroll out of his coat pocket and began to read it. "By order of King Malfoy, you, Mr. Potter, are hereby summoned to the castle to put your skills to use and make an outfit for the king and queen and their son, Prince Draco."

Harry was momentarily rendered speechless.

"They king wants me to come and sew for him?" he breathed. The official rolled up the scroll and nodded curtly.

"Yes. Immediately. If you would please come with me, a carriage is waiting to escort you to the palace." It took all Harry's composure not to drop his jaw and fall over in a dead faint.

"Well, unless the royal family has fabric picked out already, I shall need to bring my own fabric, as well as my thread and needles."

"All you need will be provided for you, Mr. Potter," he said immediately. Harry smiled at him.

"Why, thank you kindly." He turned to Hermione, who had been listening to the whole conversation with barely contained excitement. "Can you tend to the shop for the afternoon?" She nodded.

"Of course, Harry!" They exchanged a grin, and Harry hurriedly grabbed his cap and coat.

"See you later!" he called, following the officer out the door.

Waiting outside for them was a beautiful black carriage with gold leaf along the edges. A footman opened the door, and Harry climbed into it as daintily as possible. He settled himself, and the carriage lurched forward.

"Potter," he said to himself, "you're sitting in a fancy coach, on your way to the palace so you can personally make the finest gown and suits for the royal family." He grinned to himself. With any luck, he'd never have to work for that wicked witch again.

"Mr. Potter, we have arrived," the footman said, opening the door. Harry fought down a giddy grin and climbed out.

He looked up and admired the beautiful white palace that was the Malfoys' castle. Harry admired the stone towers before the officer cleared his throat and said, "Right this way, Mr. Potter."

Harry obediently followed the officer into the palace. The entrance hall had a grand marble staircase right in front. To his left, Harry could see the ballroom, where servants were preparing.

"This way, Mr. Potter."

Harry turned to see a tall, redheaded servant waiting for him. Harry hurried to follow him up the marble staircase. "I'm Harry," he said cheerfully. The servant looked surprised at the introduction, but he smiled and said, "Ronald Weasley."

"Well, Ron, we must hurry! It takes time to sew!" he said. Ron nodded and hurried up the stairs, Harry keeping pace. He led him to a room filled with rolls of the most exquisite fabric he had ever seen.

Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa, were both tall, blonde, and beautiful. Harry bowed immediately on seeing them. "Your majesties," he murmured.

"Mister Potter," Lady Malfoy said, "I have heard nothing but praise of your work. We have called in need of your services."

"Thank you, milady." He straightened up and looked around the room, examining the colorful fabric. Spotting a strong pink fabric, Harry immediately approached it. "This, milady, is the color you must wear!" he exclaimed, delighted by the color. Narcissa went to his side.

"It's beautiful!" she exclaimed. The door shut, and they both turned.

It was then that Harry first locked eyes with the prince, Draco Malfoy.

Shoutouts!

Sima: Sorry for the delay!

IvySnowe: Ah, you know me all too well, dahling!

Simply Bulisen: The end? Me? Never! I have a notorious reputation for never finishing my stories! Haha!

White Dawn: Patience is a virtue, dearest. And see where it got you?

crazyfrog: Dude, I'm the bloody Energizer Bunny!

graceandpipp: As you wish.

hazel-3017: Indeed I should.

Lady starlight so kiss my ass: Too true. I like your style, kid. Oh, and, nice nickname.

zippyfox: It'll be good. I promise.

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