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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29138 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Last time…

Harry heard the door close behind him and quickly spun around, only to find himself facing a blank wall. He closed his eyes and let the sense of loss wash over him. For nigh on six years he and Draco had been at odds, but over the last thirteen hours he had seen a different side of the Slytherin; a side he liked, maybe even loved, but Harry had-once again!-screwed things up…the elder Malfoy had insisted he would wipe both of their memories once Harry left the labyrinth, so now neither one of them would be able to remember-Wait a minute! Harry's eyes snapped open…

"I remember!" He said, shocked, "How do I remember? I should have lost all my memories of the labyrinth once I stepped back into my room…" Harry trailed off as he looked around the room he was in; it had a dark wooden floor, the furnishings were made of cherry wood, and the throw rugs, curtains, sheets and other fabrics were all done in silver, dark blue and emerald green. The astounded Gryffindor gaped for a minute-this certainly wasn't his room at the Dursley's! "I must still be in the goblin realm," he whispered, "but…how?"

"You didn't say the ritual words," Harry spun around and saw Narcissa Malfoy standing in the doorway, "May I come in?"

"Um, sure," Harry said, "I mean, it's not my room and I know this is your castle, so I can't tell you not to come in."

"This is your room, at least for now," Narcissa smiled, and Harry was amazed at how warm that smile was. She gestured him to a set of armchairs in what was obviously a reading area; Narcissa took one and motioned for Harry to take the other. "This is actually Draco's room, but you will stay here unless he assigns you another; per the terms of your contract Draco is the one responsible for any decisions about you. Now, you seem a bit confused dear; perhaps I can answer some of your questions?"

"I'd like that," Harry replied, "I'm really confused about why I'm still here; I know I stepped through the doorway before the clock chimed thirteen!"

"It's very simple, really," Narcissa replied, "In order to be free to leave the Fae Realm there are a total of three things you must do; first, you must solve the labyrinth, next you must say the ritual words and, finally, you must exit through the door before the clock chimes thirteen. You solved the labyrinth-and performed a side task of saving your friends, which was very admirable!-but you did not finish saying the ritual words, and you stepped through the door on the thirteenth chime; if you had said the ritual words you would have been free to leave, but the combination of not saying the words and stepping through on the last chime means that you technically failed to solve the challenge of the labyrinth."

"No!" Harry shook his head, "I may have stepped through at the last possible second, but I said the words!" Narcissa smiled softly as she shook her head at him.

"You did not finish," she said, "The most important words come at the end: 'You have no power over me.' You began saying the words, but were interrupted and never finished the phrase, therefore the closing ritual was incomplete."

"That sneaky, slimy, Slytherin!" Harry cried, "I'll bet he did that on purpose! He tricked me! Oh, when I get my hands on him…" Narcissa began to giggle and Harry trailed off as he felt his face flush; it wasn't exactly polite to insult Draco to his mother's face. "I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy; I didn't mean any offense to you-"

"There's none taken," Narcissa replied, her eyes still bright with laughter, "and please, call me Narcissa. I can understand you being upset at the thought that Draco tricked you, but I really don't believe that's the case; if he had purposely tricked you he would be up here by now, but I know for a fact he is in the grand ballroom with Lucius. My husband is no doubt trying to get Draco to agree to a betrothal right away, so we had better hurry down there and stop him." She eyed Harry critically, "You really can't go down there looking like that though; those clothes are rather dirty and torn from your adventures. Normally I would insist on a shower, but since time is of the essence…" Narcissa pulled out her wand and whispered an incantation and Harry suddenly found himself feeling as clean as if he had just scrubbed himself in the shower and also wearing new clothes. At Narcissa's insistence Harry moved in front of a full-length mirror and studied his reflection. His new outfit was a pair of black calf-length boots, skin-tight black pants, a long-sleeved, silk button up shirt in emerald green that clung to him like a second skin, and a black cloak with silver lining. In his shirt pocket was a single silver rose.

"I feel indecent," Harry said blushing, "These clothes don't leave anything to the imagination, Mrs.-I mean, Narcissa."

"They are attention-grabbing though," Narcissa pointed out, "and you want him to notice you as soon as you walk in. Of course, we don't want Lucius to notice you…" she tapped her chin thoughtfully with one long, elegant finger, "Oh, I know!" She snapped her fingers and Harry felt his glasses change. "Perfect!" Now, instead of his normal black glasses, the upper part of Harry's face was obscured by a silver mask; only Harry's mouth and part of his nose remained uncovered, but his green eyes were still bright behind the mask. "Okay, Harry-may I call you Harry?" he nodded and she continued, "Wonderful! Now, I'll escort you to the ball room and distract Lucius while you locate Draco; you must find him before Lucius finds you or he may still find some way to stop us. Are you ready?" Harry nodded again and offered Narcissa his arm, allowing her to lead him out of the room.

In the ballroom…

Draco stood dejectedly by a long window in the ballroom, scowling at any one who dared to come near him; the blonde was royally pissed at his father-and also at Luna because he felt that if the Ravenclaw hadn't interrupted him Harry wouldn't have left. Now, he had two hours before he would have to enter into a betrothal and give up not only his memories of the last few hours spent with the emerald-eyed boy, but all hope of being with him in the future.

Draco had already decided that he would get engaged to Pansy Parkinson, figuring that if he couldn't have the boy he loved he would marry someone who could give him an heir, and also maybe save her from serving the Dark Lord; that was one thing Draco was determined not to give way on-there was no way in hell he would become a Death Eater, and he would save as many of his friends as he could. Since Draco had already decided on his soon-to-be fiancé he decided to spend his last two hours as a free man reminiscing about Harry and plotting his father's demise.

He stared at his reflection in the window and recalled the first time he met Harry in Madam Malkin's robe shop; Harry had been a pale, scrawny little boy, excited and naïve about the wizarding world, and Draco…he had been a spoiled, pompous git if he was honest with himself. Of course, he was only eleven, and he didn't know any better. He had watched Harry over the years, at first with anger and jealousy and then lust and admiration, as he changed from a scrawny little misfit into a confident, sexy teen. Draco's favorite memories, however, had all occurred within the past thirteen hours; seeing the awe on Harry's face when they entered Draco's realm, the flush on his face when Draco flirted with him, the glazed look in those emerald eyes after sharing a passionate kiss, the sweet kiss Harry gave him after accepting the amulet, and that bitter-sweet kiss they shared just before Harry left him… No matter what Lucius said, Draco felt that he would never truly forget those moments. As he recalled the moments spent with Harry, Draco thought he saw a boy with a familiar mop of messy dark hair reflected in the window but when he turned to look there was no one there.

Scowling even more ferociously after that brief flare of hope, Draco decided that maybe he should just get the betrothal over with; there was no point torturing himself with fantasies of Harry coming back to him, so he crossed the room to join Pansy over by the refreshment table. When he reached the table however, Pansy was gone; looking around Draco saw that she was whirling around the dance floor with a dark-haired boy.

"Looking for someone, Draco?" he looked up to see his good friend Blaise Zambini standing near him, "I take it you've decided who you want to marry then."

"It's not a matter of who I want to marry," Draco scoffed as he surveyed the dance floor, trying to see who Pansy's dance partner was, "my father took that option away from me; since I can't be with the person I want to…" he trailed off as he caught sight of the boy Pansy was dancing with; the boy was only an inch or two taller than the Slytherin girl and had messy black hair-the top portion of the boy's face was hidden by a silver mask, but Draco had a feeling he knew who it was; his hunch was realized when the boy looked up and grey met green. "Dance with me for a minute," he grabbed Blaise by the hand and dragged him out onto the dance floor, ignoring his friends protests.

"Draco, I know this is supposed to be a party so you can choose someone to marry," the Italian boy began, grudgingly allowing Draco to lead him in a waltz, "but I really don't want to marry you; no offense."

"None taken," Draco replied, "I have no intention of marrying you either; I merely needed a way to get close to Pansy and Ha-her dance partner. Now, when we get close I want to switch partners-"

"You want me to distract the guy so you can dance with Pansy?"

"Of course not," Draco drawled, "I want to dance with the boy, so get ready." By this time the two boys were close to Pansy, and Draco watched the other couple carefully, biding his time until the mystery boy spun Pansy away, "Now," he said quietly, and Draco smoothly moved to take the mysterious dark-haired boy in his arms, leaving Pansy and Blaise to dance together. The blonde looked down trying to see his dance partner's face, but the other boy was carefully watching his feet so that all Draco could see was his messy black hair; even without seeing his face, however, this boy felt familiar in his arms and he knew it was Harry. "Look at me," he whispered, and ever-so-slowly the boy in his arms tilted his face back until Draco was able to see shining emerald eyes behind that silver mask. "Harry," he breathed, reaching to remove the mask, but the emerald eyed boy stopped him.

"We don't want your father to know I'm here," Harry whispered, "he thinks I'm back in the wizarding realm and I think we should keep it that way for now."

"How are you here?" Draco asked, "I saw you step through the door…"

"And I wound up in your room," Harry smiled softly wrapping his arms around Draco's neck as they swayed back and forth to the music, "where I was greeted by your mother, and she explained to me that I didn't finish saying the ritual words before I stepped through the door; a certain blonde menace interrupted me and then distracted me with a kiss, which I think is cheating, but I really shouldn't have expected anything less from a sneaky Slytherin." He mock-glared at Draco and the blonde boy laughed, pulling Harry closer.

"I'll admit that it was my intention to distract you," he said, "but I thought I had failed when you stepped through that door; I completely forgot that you didn't finish the whole "no power over me thing". Hmmm…" he turned thoughtful, his grey eyes glinting mischievously, "I guess that means I do have power over you." He lowered his voice and whispered in the brunette's ear, "How much power do I have Lion?" Harry slapped his shoulder and glared again, fighting back the shiver that was induced by the blonde's seductive tone.

"I told you not to call me that," he said, then gasped when Draco began nibbling on his ear, "Dra-Draco; stop that!" he protested, trying to push him away, "People are watching!"

"Let them," Draco murmured, "They're just jealous that I got to you first." But he complied with Harry's request after placing a gentle kiss on the side of the other boy's neck, "You know I almost had to propose to Pansy?"

"Why do you think I asked her to dance?" Harry laughed up at him, "I knew I had to act fast or all of your mother's careful planning would have been for nothing, and I certainly didn't let her dress me in this outfit just so I could watch you propose to someone else."

"You do look amazing," Draco said as he stepped away to admire Harry's outfit, "Come with me;" he took hold of Harry's hand and led him through the crowded ballroom and outside to a secluded garden full of night-blooming flowers.

"Wow, this is beautiful," Harry breathed as he looked around in awe; the garden was full of different plants with brightly colored blossoms that almost glowed in the moonlight, with luxurious looking couches and chairs scattered across the space, "I've never seen such beautiful flowers at night."

"It's one of my favorite places to go at night when I need time to myself," Draco replied, leading

Harry over to a midnight blue chaise lounge; he sat down and tugged on Harry's hand until the brunette sat next to him before reaching up to remove the silver mask obscuring his features. "Much better," he said softly, and leaned in to gently press his lips against Harry's; the Gryffindor sighed and closed his eyes, leaning into the kiss, but Draco pulled away almost immediately and Harry looked at him, green eyes filled with confusion.

"I wanted to talk to you," Draco said, smiling at Harry, "Harry…" he stroked the younger boy's cheek, "We've known each other for a long time now, ever since we were eleven," he reached down with his free hand and entwined his fingers with Harry's, "Throughout the years you've been the one constant in my life. I've always known what to expect from you, and our relationship has always been passionate; in the beginning it was fueled by anger and-on my part at least-jealousy, but now there's an entirely different kind of passion between us." Draco paused to press another kiss to the brunette's lips and Harry blushed. "A life with you would never be boring, and together we have the power to bring our greatest desires to life. Over the past few years my jealousy of you has become admiration, and even…even love." Harry gasped at this admission and Draco smiled wryly, "Yes, I recently came to realize that I love you, and-even though we're only sixteen-I know my life would be miserable without you. I guess what I'm trying to say is…" he pulled a silver band out of his pocket and presented it to Harry, "Harry James Potter, will you marry me?"

For a few seconds Harry couldn't breathe-the question shouldn't have come as such a surprise, not with the way Draco led up to it and not when he knew that Lucius wanted his son to enter a betrothal tonight, but somehow the question still shocked him. Would he be happy with Draco? He didn't really know the blonde boy, and yet he did. Being rivals for so long Harry had observed certain things about the Slytherin; he knew Draco loved chocolate, his favorite color was midnight blue, his favorite class was Potions, his least favorite-aside from Care of Magical Creatures-was Transfiguration, and-like all Slytherin's-he was extremely loyal to those few people he cared about. And now, somehow, Harry had made it onto that list of people Draco Malfoy cared about. All that aside, hadn't Harry just about fallen apart when he thought that he would never get to be with Draco?

All this ran through his head in a matter of seconds, and Harry met Draco's earnest grey eyes solemnly for a moment before he answered, just one word; "Yes." Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco, it was a quick, hard kiss and he put all his feelings for the blonde into it, before pulling away and locking gazes again, "Yes, I will marry you, Draco Malfoy." Draco slipped the ring onto Harry's finger and the brunette looked down to see that it was a silver band emblazoned with the Malfoy Crest; as he looked at his new ring a bright silver light gathered in the palm of Harry's hand and when it cleared he was left holding a silver band with an unfamiliar coat of arms, and Draco gasped at the sight.

"That's the Peverell Family Crest," he said, "It hasn't been seen in...probably two hundred years-maybe even longer! For it to appear now means that you are descended from one of the Peverell brothers; they were a very prominent pure-blood family, but the name died out generations ago."

"Since it's appearing now I guess I'm supposed to give it to you," Harry said, "Is it custom for both partners to wear an engagement ring?"

"Yes," Draco said, "Both partners wear the bonding ring to show that they are committed to the relationship; once the proposal has been accepted the rings are exchanged." He held out his hand and allowed Harry to slide the ring on his finger and then gave the other boy a chaste kiss before asking, "Aren't you interested in learning about your family history?"

"Maybe later," Harry replied, twining his hands in Draco's hair and pulling the blonde's head towards him, "Right now I'm more interested in you." He tilted his head up and Draco accepted the invitation, smirking just a little as he captured Harry's willing lips with his own; he nibbled gently on Harry's bottom lip until the brunette granted him entrance and a brief battle for dominance ensued, before Draco drew Harry's tongue into his own mouth and sucked on it, drawing a moan from the younger boy. Emboldened by this, Draco pulled away from Harry's mouth and trailed his lips across the other boy's cheek over to his ear; he licked the shell of the brunette's ear before taking his earlobe in his mouth and sucking on it. Harry and cried out in surprise when the Slytherin bit down harshly on his earlobe; the little bit of pain combined with pleasure was enough to make Harry's head spin and he offered no protest when Draco pushed on his shoulder, having him recline on the chair, although the blonde was careful to keep their pelvises from touching-he didn't want to rush his new fiancé.

"You're so beautiful," Draco whispered, pulling back to look into those emerald orbs, "You know I meant what I said earlier; somehow you've managed to make me fall in love with you."

"I love you too," Harry replied, drawing the blonde head down for another kiss; Draco permitted this for a moment before drawing away once again to trail kisses down the Gryffindor's neck to the hollow of his throat; he scraped his teeth against the pulse point he found there and grinned when Harry gasped and tightened his grip on Draco's platinum locks. He pressed a gentle kiss against the pulse in his throat before trailing his lips lower as his nimble fingers undid the first few buttons on the younger boy's shirt; Draco left little biting kisses along Harry's collar bone and lapped at the junction between neck and shoulder before biting down and sucking at the skin hard enough to leave a bruise, enjoying the harsh pants and soft whimpers coming from the brunette's lips.

"Oh no, it's just as I feared; this garden is infested with snargles," the dreamy voice intruded upon their solitude and Draco looked up from his task of seducing Harry to see that Luna was standing nearby with Narcissa. It took Harry a few seconds longer to focus and get his ragged breathing under control; he turned his head to the side and looked dazedly at Luna, the flush on his face slowly cooling.

"Luna, Mother; what brings you out here?" Draco inquired, then yelped when Harry pushed him off the chaise lounge, his flush coming back full force as he scrambled to re-do his buttons with one hand, the other feeling around for his mask so that he could see again. "What was that for?" Draco demanded, standing up and glaring down at the Gryffindor.

"Your mom's here," Harry muttered, "Where's my mask? Your mom transfigured it out of my glasses so I can't see without it."

"Here," Draco located the mask and placed it on Harry's face before turning back to his mother and Luna, "Did you need us Mother?"

"Your father is anxious to find out who your intended is," Narcissa replied, fighting back a smile at the boys antics, "He is currently taking stock of the guests still remaining inside, and I thought you would want to announce your decision before he realizes that all of the potential candidates for your hand are still inside."

"Of course; thank you, Mother," Draco smiled and offered Harry a hand, pulling him off the couch. He made quick work of straightening both of their clothing and accepted a comb from Narcissa to fix his platinum locks; he made a movement to fix Harry's unruly hair as well, but the brunette smiled ruefully and shook his head.

"It won't work," he informed his fiancé, "Nothing ever works on my hair; evidently I inherited it from my father."

"Then we should go," Narcissa smiled, "Normally a betrothal contract would be signed by either the couple who is betrothed or their guardians if the couple is underage; who is your legal guardian Harry?"

"My aunt and uncle," Harry replied, "at least, they are my guardians until I can get Sirius back. Oh, and prove his innocence; until then Dumbledore said I am stuck with my mother's family." He met Narcissa's gaze frankly, "They won't sign anything for me; I found a letter in Dudley's-that's my cousin-room and Dumbledore has been paying them to keep tabs on me and treat me like shit, excuse my language."

"Very well; we can wait until Sirius is freed from the veil to draw up the contract," Narcissa said, "For tonight a public announcement and the exchanging of rings will suffice. I see you have already exchanged rings, but it would be better to do it in view of everyone." She watched as Harry and Draco removed their rings and then she tapped Harry's mask with her wand, "There; now once you have exchanged rings the mask will revert back to your glasses-we really must get your eyesight fixed, Dear-and your identity shall be revealed. Are we ready?" She smiled at their assent before taking Luna's arm, "Lady Luna and I shall enter before you; wait for my signal Dragon, and then you and Harry enter together." She kissed both boys on their cheek and gave them a bright smile, then she turned to enter the ballroom, arm-in-arm with Luna. Narcissa left the door open a crack so that the boys could hear the noise inside and Harry and Draco stood together just outside the ballroom entrance, holding hands as they waited for their cue to enter. After a few moments the noise from the ballroom died down, and they could hear Narcissa speaking.

"Tonight we have gathered so that my son, Draco Malfoy, heir to the throne of the Fae Realm, could choose a partner to share in the joys and sorrows of his life," Narcissa spoke in a soft voice that none-the-less carried throughout the room and even to the patio where the boys were waiting, "I am pleased to tell you that Prince Draco has indeed chosen his consort. As you know, we of the fae love a little bit of mystery, and so my sons chosen shall remain masked until the betrothal rings have been exchanged. And now, I give you your future ruler, Prince Draco." Draco squeezed Harry's hand and they entered the ballroom side-by-side. Narcissa was standing in the middle of the ballroom on a raised platform along with Luna and Lucius; Luna and Narcissa were smiling at the two boys, while Lucius was smirking. As Harry and Draco ascended the platform Lucius put a hand on Draco's shoulder and leaned in to speak to him.

"I'm pleased with you Son," Lucius said, "I know you don't understand right now, but I really do just want what is best for you; you're doing the right thing and will be a credit to our lord when the time comes."

"No Father," Draco replied, "You want what is best for you; I am getting betrothed as you ordered, but I will not be joining the Dark Lord, and I will see you pay for your interference, so enjoy your victory father-it will be short-lived." With that Draco swept past his father, tugging Harry along with him until they stood beside Narcissa. "People of the realm, I thank you for being here tonight to witness my betrothal; tonight we shall cite the vows of betrothal and exchange rings as is customary among us." He turned to his mother and bowed, "Queen Narcissa, I would be honored if you would lead us in the exchange of vows." Harry didn't hear her reply because Luna chose that moment to whisper some last-minute instructions in his ear, but he assumed Narcissa agreed because she turned to face the crowd, bidding Draco and Harry to face one another.

"As Prince Draco was the one to propose, his intended shall take the oath first," Narcissa announced, "Do you have the ring, Prince Draco?" Draco held up the Malfoy signet ring for all to see and Narcissa nodded solemnly before turning to address Harry, "Repeat after me:

This ring, the symbol of my oath

Will hold me to the words I speak:

All I refuse and thee I choose." ¹

Harry repeated the words quietly as Draco slipped the ring out onto his finger and kissed Harry once on each cheek; the ceremony continued with Draco repeating the oath as Harry slid the ring onto his finger and kissing Draco on the cheek. Draco took both of Harry's hands in his own larger ones and completed the ceremony.

"As the scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and heir to the Noble House of Malfoy, I welcome you to our family," Draco said solemnly, and Harry replied; "As the scion of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell and heir to the Noble House of Potter, I am honored to plight my troth with you, and look forward to the day when our families shall be united as one." There was a loud gasp from the wizarding families in the crowd at the mention of the names Potter and Peverell-the former because they knew the only Potter remaining alive was none other than the boy-who-lived and the latter because there had previously been no known descendants of the Peverell family alive-but Harry and Draco paid them no heed as Draco pulled the brunette closer and Harry tilted his head for the kiss that would seal the betrothal. The kiss was soft and sweet, and a band of silver light wrapped around the boys and was drawn into the rings; Harry gasped as he felt the power settle around him, binding him to keep the promise he had made. When the light faded Harry and Draco parted to look at the crowd, and were confronted by an angry Lucius Malfoy.

"Draco! What is the meaning of this?" Lucius demanded, "This boy was supposed to be returned to the wizarding realm, never to return; you dare to act against the contract? Need I remind you son, you signed in blood; to renege on that is to bring a curse upon our family! This boy must go!"

"Silence!" Narcissa commanded, "First of all, this is a Fae matter, so those visiting us from the wizarding realm will be returned now." She waved her hand and there were flashes of light throughout the ballroom as those guests with no fae blood were transported back to their homes. Once that was done, Narcissa addressed the remaining guests, "As Queen of the Fae, I call for an immediate trial of Lucius Malfoy, and do hereby accuse him of being an oath breaker."

"What?" Lucius exclaimed, "Come Narcissa; you can't be serious! I did what was best for our family! You cannot honestly tell me that you want this-this half-blood to become part of our family! The Dark Lord will destroy us!"

"Of course I'm not Sirius," Narcissa replied, "but my cousin will be among us again in time; as for Harry Potter, he is a fine young man, descended from the Potter line and the Peverell's; in addition his mother was one of the smartest witches of our age, and that's not even mentioning his own accomplishments; Draco could not make a finer match. Now, you are accused of breaking the oath sworn to your son, Draco Malfoy, in regards to the fate of the Labyrinth challenger, Harry Potter. You swore upon your throne and your life that you would in no way interfere in the challenges of the Labyrinth or the fate of Harry after the completion of the labyrinth; you violated this oath by using Harry's friends to trap him into giving up his right to remain in the realm after completion of the Labyrinth. For the crime of breaking your oath I-"

"Wait!" Lucius interrupted, "Before this goes any further, I demand to know how it is that Harry Potter was able to return to the realm after completing the Labyrinth as it was a direct violation of the contract he signed in blood; until this sentencing is over, I am still king and my demand must be answered!" Narcissa narrowed her eyes at her husband but still bowed her head in acquiescence.

"Very well," she said, "We shall review the events starting from ten minutes before you spoke with Harry in the hallway." She drew out a shining orb and it expanded into a viewing screen; the whole room watched as Harry materialized on the landing, and the clock stuck the eleventh hour, them Lucius showed up, followed by Draco. They watched as Lucius forced Harry to sign the contract, using his friends as leverage, and as Draco sent everyone back where they belonged, before being trapped in the dungeons by Lucius; then it showed Harry back in the hallway again as the clock once more struck the hour and he entered the stone maze; it was here that Narcissa paused the scene. "Well, I think it's quite obvious what happened here," she said, shooting an amused glance at Harry, "When Harry was released from the dungeon, he somehow caused the clock to strike the hour again, when in reality it was already ten minutes past the eleventh hour of the challenge; essentially, Harry reset the clock that chimed the hour, but he did not reset the time, which means that it was ten minutes later than he thought it was."

"So you're saying that when the clock struck the thirteenth hour, it was actually ten minutes late?" Draco clarified, "Instead of stepping through the doorway just as the clock struck thirteen, he was actually ten minutes past the thirteen hour time limit." Narcissa nodded, smiling, "How did he manage that?"

"Harry dear, what were you thinking of when you left the dungeon?" Narcissa inquired, and Harry closed his eyes as he thought back a few hours.

"Well, I was pissed at Lucius," he remembered, "I had a plan for what I would do when I solved the labyrinth and he screwed it up, which I knew meant I would never have the chance to really get to know Draco since I could not willingly fail the Labyrinth. I remember wishing that there was some way I could stay in the realm without having to sacrifice my pride."

"Well, there you have it," Narcissa laughed softly, "Harry wanted so badly to be able to stay here without giving up that his accidental magic leaked out and basically broke our clocks."

"So, what you're saying," Harry said slowly, "is that I lost the challenge of the Labyrinth because I was outsmarted…by myself?" Narcissa nodded, trying to hide a smile at his indignant expression; Draco didn't even try to hide his amusement and was rewarded with a slap upside his head, making him scowl at his fiancé.

"Now that we know why Harry was able to stay here perhaps we can continue?" Draco suggested, "Lucius is an oath breaker, and as such his life and crown are forfeit."

"That is true," Narcissa agreed, casting a silencing spell on Lucius when he tried to protest, "As Queen of Terre de Espérer Éternelle I do hereby relieve you of the right to wear the crown and rule this land." As Harry watched a golden glow surrounded Lucius, seeming to come from his very skin, and radiated outward until it transferred over to Narcissa, and Lucius was left looking haggard; there was obviously magic at work, because he stumbled when the golden glow left him. "Lucius Malfoy has been stripped of the title of King of Terre de Espérer Éternelle in accordance with the oath he swore; in addition, his life is now forfeit," she met Lucius's cold grey eyes with her own steady blue ones, "You are to remain in the dungeon until We decide your fate." As she spoke a portal opened below Lucius' feet, and he soon vanished from the ballroom; now Narcissa addressed her remaining subjects; "This has been an eventful evening for all of us; my family and I shall retire now, but please feel free to avail yourself of our hospitality." She bowed her head briefly as the crowd offered her curtsies and bows, and then she swept out of the ballroom, closely followed by Luna, Draco and Harry.

AN: This is a quote I have always loved from Book 1 of the Forbidden Game Trilogy (The Hunt) By L.J. Smith...I don't own those books either :(
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