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The Rogue Prince
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
10
Views:
9,774
Reviews:
35
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Chapter 3
OMG I'm so sorry!!! I completely forgot to add a part of chapter three! Reading Lilith's review made me recheck! Thank god for her and her questions! The edited version is what's here now. Once again, I am so, so sorry.
'...' is thoughts
On with the story.
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It was eight years before Severus saw Harry again. Every rumor of finding the body of the Gryffindor prince was answered by Lucius himself, and still Severus didn’t feel comforted.
A word had spread though, about a group of dark knights. It was said that they appeared from Gryffindor, the gold rearing lion on the left breast of their black cloaks only showed as much. They traveled fast and swift, never seeming to tire or rest. Their horses were tall and long-legged and were rumored to have the soul of a demon. They mercilessly thwarted every attack Voldemort had made against the now- recovering Gryffindor, even when they were greatly outnumbered.
They were said to have been the escaped prisoners of Azkaban, Voldemort’s holding place, often referred to as hell on earth to those that had been unfortunate enough to have visited. Or maybe they were just Gryffindor people who had finally come out of hiding. Whom ever they were, they had been engaged with the name The Rogue Knights and it had stuck. And now that same name struck chords of fear and hatred in everyone’s heart, or at least those that had ever scorned Gryffindor.
But perhaps the true myths were told of the leader to the Rogue Knights. He was said to be the darkest, the most mysterious, the quietest, the quickest, and the most lethal. The myths also say that he was more ghost than he was of flesh and blood and his mount could be spoken of in much the same way. The black steed was truly a magnificent creature with an intricately sculpted and somewhat delicate head; proud, arched neck; and high- stepping leg action that seemed to cover ground at almost an impossible pace.
A few claim that they had spotted the daunting pair riding amongst the fog, but they could have easily imagined it. After all; the combination of mount and rider, alone, inspired fear and legend; the rest of the Rogue Knights just reinforced it.
It has been told that he was the one that killed the prince for the treachery of abandoning Gryffindor, but a certain Slytherin advisor knew who this leader was and also knew that his mother would have been proud.
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Draco Malfoy was bored. He was the only sixteen and had a full life ahead of him. He was the Prince of Slytherin and the only heir to the throne of Slytherin for Merlin's sake, but that still didn’t mean that he was any less bored.
Blaise was studying abroad for the summer, apprenticing under the Gryffindor Master Moody, learning how to properly duel with swords, daggers, and axes. Pansy was being courted almost mercilessly by many of the single nobles in the kingdom, leaving no time for Draco. Draco guessed that even if he had spent time with her, it would soon get around that he, himself, was interested in the Parkinson heir, which he wasn’t. She was too much like a sister to him.
The teen had finished with his studies, been served his dinner, and basically ordered to go to bed by his father. That had placed him in his room, instead of sneaking around the courtyard like he had been hoping for.
Draco sighed and flopped down on his bed. The room around him wasn't large. Draco preferred small and cozy to overly large and drafty. As it were, the room only needed a a small light source to shroud the room completly in light, so Draco let another heavy sigh and closed his eyes, relying on the candles to ward off the night's shadows.
~~~
Harry grinned; it had been a little too easy getting into the Prince’s room. Oh, he knew where Severus’ quarters were, but if asked, he’d deny it and say that he had forgotten in the eight years it had been since he had last seen the Slytherin castle. Severus wouldn’t believe him of course, but it would be a legitimate excuse.
Studying the prone figure on the bed, Harry felt that the alliance with Slytherin would be easier to carry out than he had originally thought. As it were, the Prince’s beauty had been passed by word of mouth for years, but those spoken words of lust, desire, and jealousy had not done the Prince any justice at all. He had a tall, lean build, and though while Harry might have been an inch or two shorter, the Gryffindor was broader in the shoulders. Harry smirked, he was sure that after they were done growing, he’d be taller than the Prince. They were only sixteen, after all.
His porcelain pale skin glowed softly under the candle light and his white- blonde hair framed his face like a golden halo. His jaw was growing to be sharp and his nose delicate. He had rosy pink lips that were a little on the thin side, and his eyes… His eyes were the single– most beautiful thing about him. They were a molten silver, metallic and cutting, and Harry could feel himself getting swallowed whole by them.
Harry’s smirked widened as he silently stepped forward and gently blew out two of the candles. With only the weak candle on the small table beside the Prince's bed giving off the light, the Slytherin stirred. Harry could see those silver eyes snap open right before the Prince bolted upright.
‘Ah, so he is alert. Lucius had taught him something. Let’s see what else he knows.’
Harry moved swiftly, the air brushing behind him. The Prince twisted his upper torso, trying to follow Harry’s movement within the shadows. He jerked off of his bed when the candle on his bedside table flickered out. Harry’s mouth twitched in amusement, he was impressed, the Prince had immediately gone to stand in front of the window, effectively blocking the only open escape and light in the room. The blonde's muscles looked relaxed, but Harry knew that he was ready to spring.
“Careful, little Prince. We don’t want to draw blood.” Silver eyes narrowed at the taunting tone in the shadow’s voice. Harry stepped into the moonlight, the hood still concealing his features. The Prince’s slim body stiffened.
“You’re a Rogue Knight.” He whispered warily, but with surprisingly no fear present. Harry only chuckled.
“I may be.” A muscle jumped in the Prince’s jaw when Harry easily evaded the question.
“Then perhaps I should call a guard, just to be sure.” Harry cocked his head, mocking him.
The Prince glowered, “Why are you here?” Harry grinned, his hood concealed the action, but he was sure that the Prince could hear the cocky smile in his voice.
“I am just here for a visit, little Dragon.” Harry chuckled and advanced on the blonde.
“Besides, I don’t see why I should tell you of my destination when you will just stride out of this room and have your guards intercept me the second I leave.” Harry came to stand just in front of the Prince, the silver- eyed beauty having retreated until he could feel the cold stone wall at his back.
“Maybe you should be caught, if you aren’t inclined to sneak.” Draco hissed out, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Touché, my Prince.” Harry placed his hands on the wall on either side of the Prince's shoulders, grinning at the pissed off look on the Slytherin’s face. One could tell that the Prince wasn’t so much pissed off at their position, but instead more pissed off that he let himself get trapped so easily...and that he wasn’t struggling.
“Why are you here?” He asked somewhat weakly, causing the Harry to chuckle again.
“I am just an ally visiting. Only visiting, nothing more.” Draco’s brow furrowed as he looked at his “attacker”.
“But why…” He trailed of when his lips were captured gently. Draco’s eyes slid closed and he gasped into the delicious mouth when smooth gliding fingers softed glided up his sides, but then; abruptly, the hooded figure pulled back and before Draco could stop him, much less protest; he took one step to the side, one step to the window, and jumped.
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Yes, yes I'm evil, I know.
Thanks for the excellant reviews from thrnbrooke and Engwaaearien.
Paigee07: *Shakes fist at and ends chapter purposely on a cliffhanger*
Lilith: You will get more background as the story progresses. I will tell you that when Voldemort conquered Gryffindor, he completely destroyed it. He torched every home, tore apart and burned every business and workable field to harvest crops in, and he slaughtered all the livestock and most of the army. The Gryffindors that were left were all sold or traded as slaves. There are only a few houses left that can safetly hide several families from Voldemort's forces.
Because Voldemort could couldn't defeat Gryffindor, his goal was for Gryffindor to never again become a threat to him. So there is literally no Gryffindor left to rule. Hope that helps.
Thanks again.
Review please.
'...' is thoughts
On with the story.
_______
It was eight years before Severus saw Harry again. Every rumor of finding the body of the Gryffindor prince was answered by Lucius himself, and still Severus didn’t feel comforted.
A word had spread though, about a group of dark knights. It was said that they appeared from Gryffindor, the gold rearing lion on the left breast of their black cloaks only showed as much. They traveled fast and swift, never seeming to tire or rest. Their horses were tall and long-legged and were rumored to have the soul of a demon. They mercilessly thwarted every attack Voldemort had made against the now- recovering Gryffindor, even when they were greatly outnumbered.
They were said to have been the escaped prisoners of Azkaban, Voldemort’s holding place, often referred to as hell on earth to those that had been unfortunate enough to have visited. Or maybe they were just Gryffindor people who had finally come out of hiding. Whom ever they were, they had been engaged with the name The Rogue Knights and it had stuck. And now that same name struck chords of fear and hatred in everyone’s heart, or at least those that had ever scorned Gryffindor.
But perhaps the true myths were told of the leader to the Rogue Knights. He was said to be the darkest, the most mysterious, the quietest, the quickest, and the most lethal. The myths also say that he was more ghost than he was of flesh and blood and his mount could be spoken of in much the same way. The black steed was truly a magnificent creature with an intricately sculpted and somewhat delicate head; proud, arched neck; and high- stepping leg action that seemed to cover ground at almost an impossible pace.
A few claim that they had spotted the daunting pair riding amongst the fog, but they could have easily imagined it. After all; the combination of mount and rider, alone, inspired fear and legend; the rest of the Rogue Knights just reinforced it.
It has been told that he was the one that killed the prince for the treachery of abandoning Gryffindor, but a certain Slytherin advisor knew who this leader was and also knew that his mother would have been proud.
________
Draco Malfoy was bored. He was the only sixteen and had a full life ahead of him. He was the Prince of Slytherin and the only heir to the throne of Slytherin for Merlin's sake, but that still didn’t mean that he was any less bored.
Blaise was studying abroad for the summer, apprenticing under the Gryffindor Master Moody, learning how to properly duel with swords, daggers, and axes. Pansy was being courted almost mercilessly by many of the single nobles in the kingdom, leaving no time for Draco. Draco guessed that even if he had spent time with her, it would soon get around that he, himself, was interested in the Parkinson heir, which he wasn’t. She was too much like a sister to him.
The teen had finished with his studies, been served his dinner, and basically ordered to go to bed by his father. That had placed him in his room, instead of sneaking around the courtyard like he had been hoping for.
Draco sighed and flopped down on his bed. The room around him wasn't large. Draco preferred small and cozy to overly large and drafty. As it were, the room only needed a a small light source to shroud the room completly in light, so Draco let another heavy sigh and closed his eyes, relying on the candles to ward off the night's shadows.
~~~
Harry grinned; it had been a little too easy getting into the Prince’s room. Oh, he knew where Severus’ quarters were, but if asked, he’d deny it and say that he had forgotten in the eight years it had been since he had last seen the Slytherin castle. Severus wouldn’t believe him of course, but it would be a legitimate excuse.
Studying the prone figure on the bed, Harry felt that the alliance with Slytherin would be easier to carry out than he had originally thought. As it were, the Prince’s beauty had been passed by word of mouth for years, but those spoken words of lust, desire, and jealousy had not done the Prince any justice at all. He had a tall, lean build, and though while Harry might have been an inch or two shorter, the Gryffindor was broader in the shoulders. Harry smirked, he was sure that after they were done growing, he’d be taller than the Prince. They were only sixteen, after all.
His porcelain pale skin glowed softly under the candle light and his white- blonde hair framed his face like a golden halo. His jaw was growing to be sharp and his nose delicate. He had rosy pink lips that were a little on the thin side, and his eyes… His eyes were the single– most beautiful thing about him. They were a molten silver, metallic and cutting, and Harry could feel himself getting swallowed whole by them.
Harry’s smirked widened as he silently stepped forward and gently blew out two of the candles. With only the weak candle on the small table beside the Prince's bed giving off the light, the Slytherin stirred. Harry could see those silver eyes snap open right before the Prince bolted upright.
‘Ah, so he is alert. Lucius had taught him something. Let’s see what else he knows.’
Harry moved swiftly, the air brushing behind him. The Prince twisted his upper torso, trying to follow Harry’s movement within the shadows. He jerked off of his bed when the candle on his bedside table flickered out. Harry’s mouth twitched in amusement, he was impressed, the Prince had immediately gone to stand in front of the window, effectively blocking the only open escape and light in the room. The blonde's muscles looked relaxed, but Harry knew that he was ready to spring.
“Careful, little Prince. We don’t want to draw blood.” Silver eyes narrowed at the taunting tone in the shadow’s voice. Harry stepped into the moonlight, the hood still concealing his features. The Prince’s slim body stiffened.
“You’re a Rogue Knight.” He whispered warily, but with surprisingly no fear present. Harry only chuckled.
“I may be.” A muscle jumped in the Prince’s jaw when Harry easily evaded the question.
“Then perhaps I should call a guard, just to be sure.” Harry cocked his head, mocking him.
The Prince glowered, “Why are you here?” Harry grinned, his hood concealed the action, but he was sure that the Prince could hear the cocky smile in his voice.
“I am just here for a visit, little Dragon.” Harry chuckled and advanced on the blonde.
“Besides, I don’t see why I should tell you of my destination when you will just stride out of this room and have your guards intercept me the second I leave.” Harry came to stand just in front of the Prince, the silver- eyed beauty having retreated until he could feel the cold stone wall at his back.
“Maybe you should be caught, if you aren’t inclined to sneak.” Draco hissed out, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Touché, my Prince.” Harry placed his hands on the wall on either side of the Prince's shoulders, grinning at the pissed off look on the Slytherin’s face. One could tell that the Prince wasn’t so much pissed off at their position, but instead more pissed off that he let himself get trapped so easily...and that he wasn’t struggling.
“Why are you here?” He asked somewhat weakly, causing the Harry to chuckle again.
“I am just an ally visiting. Only visiting, nothing more.” Draco’s brow furrowed as he looked at his “attacker”.
“But why…” He trailed of when his lips were captured gently. Draco’s eyes slid closed and he gasped into the delicious mouth when smooth gliding fingers softed glided up his sides, but then; abruptly, the hooded figure pulled back and before Draco could stop him, much less protest; he took one step to the side, one step to the window, and jumped.
______
Yes, yes I'm evil, I know.
Thanks for the excellant reviews from thrnbrooke and Engwaaearien.
Paigee07: *Shakes fist at and ends chapter purposely on a cliffhanger*
Lilith: You will get more background as the story progresses. I will tell you that when Voldemort conquered Gryffindor, he completely destroyed it. He torched every home, tore apart and burned every business and workable field to harvest crops in, and he slaughtered all the livestock and most of the army. The Gryffindors that were left were all sold or traded as slaves. There are only a few houses left that can safetly hide several families from Voldemort's forces.
Because Voldemort could couldn't defeat Gryffindor, his goal was for Gryffindor to never again become a threat to him. So there is literally no Gryffindor left to rule. Hope that helps.
Thanks again.
Review please.