So this is an alternate story/continuation of Strange Magic. I don't exactly have permission to do so, but I did e-mail the author have not gotten a reply back. SO in order to satisfy the author (and critics) I've decided this: IF THE AUTHOR OF STRANGE MAGIC DOES NOT WANT ME TO POST OR CONTINUE TO POST THIS ALTERNATE VERSION OF THEIR STORY PM ME AND I PROMISE TO TAKE IT DOWN. I don't want to be accused of plagiarism, but I also want to get this story out my head. I've messed around some with first 7 chapters that ARE NOT mine just a tinge.
If like it please read, if you don't...well you know where the back button is.
We meet again-and again- part 2
The next three weeks were tough, wonderful, and interesting.
Harry couldn't stop smiling. Although he had to when he left his private chambers. He didn't want to give anyone the wrong idea when it came to his thoughts on bonding with Cedric.
Yet, he couldn't help feeling happy. Draco was his special secret that made him happy. And what was even better, Lavendar and Hermione didn't suspect or speak a word about Draco. It was a thing in the past and they didn't believe Harry would be so stupid as to meet a death eater again.
The Elven Prince had come to know a lot about Draco. From small things like his sweet tooth and love for Muggle Belgium chocolate to the nightmares that came sometimes came hovering over him at night.
But that was okay because Draco learned much about Harry. His want to taste an England treacle tart, his want to fly in the sky over a rush of true blue ocean, and the fear of never experiencing anything beyond his castle walls. However, what seemed legendary to Draco was Harry's stubbornness.
They both were stubborn in their own way which lead to fighting; alot of fighting. Neither liked to back down and both on more than one occasion ended up yelling at each other, but a lot of times Harry found himself losing to Draco's logic and experience. It irked Harry to no end and so the prince found himself deep in the back of the royal library searching for information to back him up.
Draco for his part had taken to Potions quite well -Harry called him obsessed-. The vampire ex-prince already knew the basic theory and concept thanks to Severus, but the advanced concept and application fascinated the young vampire. It interested him how if he slice Sallowbelly it could help cure red rashes, but minced it could poison 3 healthy horses. When Draco started spewing his Potion talk, Harry usually ended up only listening to the sound of his husky voice that made him feel hot and tingly inside.
In order to move Draco into a safe area and not get caught, Harry recruited the help of Neville Longbottom. Neville was shy unnoticed wood elf, that worked as a Herbologist in training in the castle. He was an orphan just as old as Harry. His parents were tortured to insanity during a battle while searching for the Queen when she was kidnapped.
Queen Lilian felt horrible about what happened and so she took Neville in from his abusive grandmother who blamed him for his parents death. He was the only one trusted within his mother's private lily garden, but spent most his time in Greenwood's forest. He was more knowledgeable and familiar with the forest of Greenwood. The fact that Neville was just so innocent, sweet, and always unnoticed made him perfect as an ally. Of course, it also hurt the shy elf's self-esteem. Which was why the sweet young elf was quiet as mouse.
When Harry explained the situation to him, despite being frighten,Neville promised on his life to keep quiet. The young prince was so grateful to Neville that he hugged him tightly near tears. Draco, however, didn't like him. He was too cowardly, and the most awkward and clumsy little thing Draco had ever met. Harry glared at Draco and demanded he teach Neville how to fight which confused Draco. Didn't these elves teach their kind to fight!
It seemed that since both boys were carriers, it was not seen as necessary for them to learn how to use a sword.
Draco felt like he was getting the short end of the stick. Neither elves hand any combat training and one of them where extremely combative. But when the Elven Prince flashed his pleading eyes well...Harry had the greenest eyes that vampire had ever seen. They managed to choke the vampire up and change his mind one too many times. And dammit that boy had learned the power of the puppy eye look!
Neville was at first terrified of the vampire. The man was rude, harsh, a little cold. But once Neville got use to the taller male's presence, the plant lover found him quite nice to have an intelligent talk with. Especially about herbology which Draco was quite taken by. It was nice to discuss with someone other than his mentor, Sprout, about the wonder of Faribables. His amicability with Draco helped to cool many heated arguments between Harry and Draco and boost his self esteem.
Who would think the shy little mouse of an elf would yell at his prince and glare a menacing vampire prince into silence!
Draco worked his hardest on playing on both the young elves strength. Neville was terrible with a sword and had little physical endurance. However his Earth magic was exceptional. He had amazing magical endurance which created Draco's hut in a secluded and abandoned area a ways from the castle. Draco believed it was best to teach the wood elf how to use a bow and arrow, but the shy elfling was determined to wield a sword. Draco felt no reason to stop him.
Harry on the other hand could hold a sword well. He was a natural really. After a week into training the prince's endurance was improving. It was a pleasure to fight the young elf watching the fire of determination dance in his eyes. However, his magical control was something to be desired like now when the prince struggled to shape his magic.
"Defend your center while shaping your magic Harry! You're vulnerable!" hissed the frustrated vampire.
"I'm trying" Harry retorted with a growl.
"Not hard enough! You're control is deplorable"
Draco missed the way the young prince flinched at his harsh words. But noticed clearly how his magical aura wavered.
Harry growled beyond frustrated. He released the silver magic and fell in exhaustion. Draco sighed knowing he was not going to get any further with the stubborn prince.
"Let's stop here for the day" Draco handed the huffing elf water and sat next to him. They had been at this for three hours. There was no point in going on if Harry over exerted himself. Harry's brilliant eyes shined with relief.
"When are you expected back" inquired the young prince. Harry had taken to disappearing from the castle a lot these past couple of weeks and although no one suspected he'd left the castle walls, many were suspicious of were he went.
"Mmm this evening at dinner so father can yell at me" Harry replied with as little emotion as possible. He was not on good terms with his father and even though the King had his best intentions at heart...well in the words of Draco after a bad day of training he was tired of this shit.
This marriage was, in Harry's eyes, uncalled for. He did not love Cedric. In fact he was starting to greatly dislike his childhood friend among others. As, Draco predicted the jerk wasn't just following him. He had Hermione, Lavendar, and some of his warrior buddies following him around. It made going to see Draco increasingly difficult.
When Harry confronted Hermione, she didn't even apologize. She just said it was for his own good and that Cedric loved him. She was sure the feelings would be mutual if he'd give him a chance. Besides the more he accepted it, the better. The wedding was being considered being moved sooner anyway. The prince was ferociously furious and had no qualms about give many people the cold shoulder in order to show just how much he disapproved. Screaming would get him nowhere but locked in his room.
When exactly did he get to decide what was for his own damn good! Everyone else had a say and got to decide except him! And if he had to go on one more damned courting date with Cedric he was gonna...!
Harry didn't hear his name being called in the distance so a large bang caught him by surprise.
"Harry!"
Said elf turned toward the smoke sheepishly and saw a purple gunk covered Draco glaring at him.
"Dray" Harry used his new pet name for his friend to hopefully ease his anger.
"I have told a thousand no! A million times if you're pissed off run your lips til they burn to me! Pint up magic is clearly dangerous for you! This is my third rare ingredients potions you've destroyed! Do you know how long I had to wait for Longbottom to harvest those ingredients?!" Draco hissed angrily "And how many times have I told you not to call me that?!"
Harry held his breathe. He loved making Draco angry as strange as that seemed. The air became charged with Draco's raw magic and sent the young prince into a haze. The older male was extremely powerful and Harry liked that. A lot. But when he was in trouble like right now it was best to play on his quote on quote 'best features'
Harry made his eyes wide and misty, slumped down apologetically, and open his clothe covered lips. "Sorry" The young prince said sweetly.
Harry struggled to keep from smirking when he saw the taller male stiffen and practically melt before his very eyes. The vampire sighed although his eyes were still glaring probably damning his green eyes.
'Damn cute elf with damn cute eyes'
"Shut up" Draco grumbled childishly which in turn caused Harry to laugh and forget his earlier anger. Draco released his glare and gave into the elf's good mood.
"What's got your diapers in a twist?" Harry glared at Draco. The male was always trying to make him out to be a baby.
"My father, Cedric, Hermione, everyone...the usual" Harry sighed. Draco felt a little guilty for taking away the elflings good mood.
"Want me to slip them a potion?" Draco suggested.
Harry rose a brow in question "Whatever shall you do to them?"
"Well as far as I see it your father needs to chill so a Calming Draught...maybe Dreamless Sleep. And as for Cedric..." Draco smirked deviously at Harry.
"Well I wouldn't think Diggory would be a prime choice husband if he couldn't reproduce." the ex-Slytherin glanced at Harry noting the young prince was seconds from laughing.
"Granger ...well there is no potion for someone who needs a life." at this, Harry couldn't help, but laugh. Hermione did have a bad habit of meddling in everyone's business. Draco smirked. It screamed mission accomplished.
"Any plans for yourself Mr. Malfoy?"
"Dinner, Potions and then bed. And you Mr. Potter?"
"Mmm I have to check the barrier again before I see you tomorrow so if I'm late don't test Neville's anger" warned Harry. Draco grunted. That little mouse was starting to grow a backbone after yelling at both Harry and himself. Draco was impressed. But the last thing the vampire needed was him to get on the bad side of his potion supplier.
"Cedric's been trying to corner me again" informed Harry. "I'm sure father will invite him to dinner...again. And do you know that jerk had the audacity to touch my bum and then squeeze it. That barbarian!" Draco frowned at that.
"I hate going on dates with him cause he won't stop touching me. And the guards chaperoning us are his buddies so they leave us alone. It's really uncomfortable and I don't like it plus Dray you were right about the marriage being postponed. I don't think he's mention a bloody word about it because the council are considering we marry sooner." Harry ranted. It felt good to get it off his chest and even better that Draco listened. His father didn't, Cedric didn't nor Hermione. Draco listened. He didn't counter him or cut him off or try to take control of his life. He listen and commented and then he let him make his own decision.
Draco wished he could feel smug about being right, but all he could feel was angry at Diggory. "Doesn't this Cedric know how to to court someone? sneered Draco disgusted. "Even I know there are rules and boundaries to courting. And groping your intended when they object to it is most definitely out of the question."
Harry blinked. 'Was Draco...getting mad for him'
"What would you do? You know...to court someone?"
Draco eyed the elfling for a minute before opening his mouth. It wouldn't hurt the elf to know what it meant to truly be courted.
"Well honestly before all this I didn't really consider mating. I consider myself more a fighter than a lover. But if I had to choose someone they would have have qualities I liked" answered Draco.
"Like what?" Harry listened advently. He was curious to what Draco's preference in mates was.
"Well...they need to be intelligent. I want to be able to hold an actual conversation with whoever I spend eternity with. And strong willed. I can be a bit...much sometimes" Harry snorted at that. The older male gave him a small glare before continuing "I'd like someone interesting who can keep my attention. I get bored pretty easily sometimes. I want someone to keep me on my toes."
"What about looks" the elven prince blurted out. He blushed pinked -not that Draco could see it-
The vampire paused. "Well I don't have a real preference for looks. Just so long as they are not pungent. Been there. Done that. Horrible experience." Draco shuddered to emphasize his point while Harry giggled his eyes catching a few of the sun's brilliant rays.
"Someone with your eyes would be nice" the larger male spilled unwittingly. The prince blushed shyly looking down. Draco smirked. "Anyway once this person full-filled these requirements I'd start talking to them. You, know make my intentions known and just get to know them. Not that I'm cheap or anything. I would most definitely be buying gifts and what-nots, but I probably just...want to be able to enjoy there company." finished the ex-prince. Harry listened somewhat awestruck.
The older male had simple standards.
Well he wanted someone a little over the top, but in so many words the vampire seemed to admit that he wanted someone...to be in love with. Harry blushed. Maybe he was reading too much into it. But it seemed...
"Oh yea and they need to be able to do kinky stuff in bed because I'm not just settling for the missionary position. It gets boring real fast." sneered Draco. Harry rolled his eyes as his face went red hot. Of course he had to say something like that. Harry didn't even know what the missionary position was and he wasn't about to ask either. Instead he beamed up at the taller male laughter hidden behind gemstone green eyes.
"If I could trade you for Cedric I would!" exclaimed Harry. Draco was shocked. He was expecting angry Harry not the beaming prince.
"Damn eyes' The elf expressed so much in those eyes. It was no wonder Diggeory insisted on claiming Harry with underhanded tactics.
"Well of course I'm way better than that Cedric elf. My amazing body and charismatic personality are incomparable" Draco declared imperiously. Harry couldn't control all the giggling that fell from his lips. "And shouldn't you be heading home"Draco added pointedly. The taller male could feel heat rushing to his face and even though he didn't know what was happening to his face, he knew he didn't want Harry to know. Luckily for him, the prince was running behind.
"Oh Shiiit" Draco smirked. The cussing Harry got from him.
"I'll see you tomorrow Dray. Night!" Harry froze before surprising both himself and Draco by quickly hugging the ex-Slytherin.
"Thank you" Harry whispered before zooming off home.
Draco didn't notice how red his face had become, but he felt it.
I know! I know! I need to update more promptly! I'm trying. It so hard to do though. Especially when I'm not sure if I should leave you at cliff hangers or make this extra long for taking so long.
Next time: Harry talks to his mother who might I add has a birth right to the crown while Harry's father married in. He was a high noble elf.
Also I've decided to change my plot. Instead of allowing Harry's mother to meet Draco this early. I've decide to take a little turn with this story that could make this story practically 50 chapters long...I've never done that before.