Title: Be Mine, All Mine
Rating: PG-R (NC17 will be noted.)
Summary: Not a Veela fic A heavily AU H/D slash. Harry is the prince of Gryffindor Kingdom while Draco is the Prince of Slytherin Kingdom. Draco wants a relationship like his parents, a mate, so he calls forward all of the four nations and he finds he has eyes for one green eyed young 'innocent' boy... but 'innocent' is far from the truth. Secrets are revealed and answers cause for more questions.
Author: Dahlias
A/N: The date below is not the day of time in the fiction but the day it was written. Sorry about the confusion. There is no proper day or year for that matter.
Part 3
Chapter Started: August 1, 2005
Chapter Finished: October 30, 2005
"I can't believe this is happening!" Shouted Ron.
"That is why you brought an extra pair of everything Ronald. Now go back into the carriage and change." Hermione ordered as she herself checked the hand mirror that dangled from her wrist.
"Hermione, lay off Ron. Ron, next time listen to someone when they shout mud."
Ron scowled at Harry. "Easy for you to say. You came here early, missing the fun of the bloody rain storm."
"For your information Ronald, it was drizzling on the way over here. We are in a rain forest."
Ron took a good look around, making sure his mother wasn't around, he quickly made a rude gesture towards his friend before climbing back in the carriage to change his shoes and pants. "Care to stick that where the sun doesn't shine!" Hermione said, scowling at the closed door. She turned, facing her other best friend. "And my parents wonder why I don't marry him!"
Harry winced. "They're still on that?"
"You have no idea. One kiss, a stupid kiss under that damn mistletoe and they swear we're destined for one another! It makes no sense especially when I told them we were like siblings."
"Your parents are old fashioned 'Mione. To them it was like an announcement of an engagement."
Hermione smoothed back her skirt so she could sit on the dry step behind her. "Harry, they keep talking about grandkids. I'm still a kid myself."
Harry sat beside her. "You are older than me and Ron."
"That's not the point and you know that. Hell, they wont let me go Dragon Flying but it's alright if I pop out a few babies."
The door opened and a newly changed Ron beamed at them, arms outstretched. "How do I look?"
"Like a freckled toad." replied a serious voice.
Ron glared as both his friends stood. "Malfoy." he ground out, jumping out of the carriage making sure to miss the mud.
"Weasley." Came the drawled reply.
Hermione heaved a put upon sigh, "Children. Can we please not argue on this thrilling evening; my corset is killing me. If I have to break up another altercation I will scream and no one will find what little remains of you."
"Are you threatening me Mudblood?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest.
"But of course." she smiled sweetly before picking up her skirt up a bit and walked up the steps, the soles of her sandals making sure to keep her from slipping. Face to face she placed her hand on his cheek. "FYI, you're too young for me so no asking my hand from my parent alright."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You're too top heavy anyways."
Hermione just had to glance down at her average B cup, enhanced only by the corset. "Hmm. Good to know." she kissed him on both cheeks. "Happy belated Birthday by the way." Walking past him she brushed past a taller gentleman, they both locked eyes for the briefest of moments but it was enough to bring a slight flush to her face and a second glance over the shoulder by the man.
Ron threw his arm on Harry's shoulder. "So, Malfoy," Both Gryffindor's kept a straight face. "Have any turd?"
Draco looked appalled. "I beg your pardon!"
"Of course Mr. Weasley." A baritone voice spoke. "This is a worldly gathering. I believe the Hufflepuff's are devouring the Gorsh."
Harry wrinkled his nose. "Strawberries, I hate strawberries."
Ron rolled his eyes. "And allergic to kiwi -" he glanced down at his friend. "You're the weirdest Gryffindor."
Harry scowled. "Ronald."
"Yea, yea. So long Malfoy, oh, and happy birthday." Ron dragged his friend up the stairs.
"Yes, happy birthday Draco." Harry gave him a smile over his shoulder. "When's Dinner?"
"Nine." answered Draco. His head tilted slightly to the side, watching the younger Gryffindor - well, more specifically the tailored soft leather pants showing off long legs and a certain body part. "Severus?"
"Hmm?"
"A Potter has caught my eye."
Severus sighed. "I'll inform Narcissa and Captain of the guard; such a tragedy."
Draco turned his mercury eyes to his godfather. "I seem to remember a certain brown haired Gryffindor catching your eye moments ago." Severus scowled and stalked away, but not soon enough considering Draco managed to glimpse a slight reddening on the man's cheek.
TBC
A/N & TEASER: Well, sorry for the long wait but I lost my mojo for a moment with this fic -okay so I lost my notepad sigh but I found it and have continued on, surprisingly I still get flashbacks on scenes i want to do so three thumbs up. NEXT UP is a dance. Nothing descriptive or anything considering I can't dance myself but there is also more dialogue and a glimpse at Narcissa's and Lucius's personal moments. Kind of a filler but the next chapter or part should have more than enough action. No slash smuttiness yet dear fans, sorry. .
TERMS:
Mudblood: This is a Slytherin term that means foreigner. Nothing bad about it, really.
