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A Story Before Bed

4/100

No prompt for this one, I have 50 stories to come up without one, this is the first…


"Good night sweetie," he said leaning over and kissing her forehead.

"But Daddy, you haven't read me a story…" she said, looking up at him with her wide blue eyes.

"Do you want one?" He asked, knowing exactly what the answer was going to be.

"Yes please," Draco smiled, just like her mother.

"Alright then, which one do you want?" He asked, walking over to the bookshelf that seemed to be increasing every day. "What do we have?" He said to himself, as he scanned the titles on the shelf, Hermione had built up quite a collection of Muggle and Wizarding books for their daughter, there seemed to be new books on the shelf every time he looked.

"Winnie the Pooh…Charlie and Lola…ooh this is a new one," he said pulling the book from the shelf, "Wilma the Wily Witch, sounds interesting," he turned to her, "Would you like me to read this one?"

"No," she said simply, "I want you to read the one about the princess, and how the prince came and rescued her."

"Sure thing," he said placing the book back on the shelf, moving back over to the bed, he lay down next to her, resting his head on the pillow next to hers. "Well," he began, "A long, long time ago, in a place far far away from here, there was a princess. A beautiful princess, who lived all alone in this dark, and lonely castle. Till…"

"The prince came!" She exclaimed.

"Yes," he chuckled, "Till the prince came, but he couldn't rescue the princess right away."

"Why not?" She asked.

"He had to fight the dragon first," Draco said, "A vicious dragon, who didn't want the princess to leave him."

"Why?"

"Well, I think that the dragon was in love with the princess, but the princess didn't love him, but he wasn't going to let her go."

"Awww, poor dragon," she whispered, "What happened next?"

"The prince had to fight the dragon," Draco said, "It was the only way to rescue the princess. So they had a big fight, with the dragon blowing fire at the prince, and the prince trying to hurt the dragon with his little sword that was no match for the dragons' fire." Draco smiled as one of her little hands clutched at his, "After a long time, the prince managed to beat the dragon…"

"Did he kill it!" She exclaimed.

"No love," Draco soothed, "The dragon realised that the prince loved the princess, and that the princess would love the prince so he let him go to her, and the dragon went down into the dungeon of the castle, and that is where he stayed."

"Is he still there?" She asked eagerly.

"I don't know honey…"

"And then the prince went to the princess?"

"Yes he did," he said, "He went high into the castle, into the little room up at the top of the castle where the princess was waiting for him."

"Was she happy to see him?"

"Yes, very happy that the prince had come for her, and then what happened?" He asked.

"They lived happily ever after," she said sleepily.

"Yes they did," he whispered, rolling off the bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin, and gently kissed her forehead, "Sweet dreams sweetie."

"Night daddy, don't let the bed bugs bite."