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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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Draco opened the back door and Harry gasped in astonishment. In place of the perfectly manicured back yard he saw a beautiful landscape unlike anything he had ever seen before. The sky was a clear brilliant blue without any clouds, and he was standing in a field of wildflowers with a forest to the east, mountains in the north and west with a silver stream running throughout the land.

"Um, Malfoy…why is the grass purple? And do those trees have blue leaves?"

"Because this is a magical realm," Draco replied, "Over time the landscape has been changed to look the way members of the royal court want it to look; therefore many places are colors that you won't find back in the other realm. We are standing in Amethyst Fields, and that is Blue Forest; the Silver Steam winds throughout this realm."

"That's amazing," Harry breathed, not really paying attention to Draco as he looked around. In the distance he spotted an intimidating labyrinth, and beyond that was a large castle that glittered in the sunlight. "Is that the castle beyond the Goblin City?"

"Yes," Draco said, "That is my castle; get a good look at it, Potter; when this is over it will be your new home." This was enough to break Harry's trance and he turned to glare at Draco.

"In your Dreams, Malfoy," he scoffed, "I have no intention of losing to you-now or ever. So, why don't you tell me the rules so I can best you again?"

"Very well," Draco smirked, "Just remember, you're on my turf now; this isn't just my home-this is my kingdom." He scowled when Harry's only response was to roll his eyes. "Fine; the rules are as follows: You cannot use you wand. You have 13 hours to solve the labyrinth and make your way to the door in my castle which is connected to the human realm. You may accept help from any of the denizens in my realm, but be aware that not everyone here is trustworthy. If you fail to solve the labyrinth within 13 hours, you will remain here-and no arguing about it when you lose; I hate a sore loser."

"Well you don't have to worry about that because I have no intention of losing," Harry replied.

"I'm not done," Draco said reproachfully, "Also, if you give up at any time you automatically lose. And, finally you are not to kill or cause any permanent damage to any of my subjects; is that clear?"

"Yes," Harry said, "I understand. Is there anything else?"

"There is one other thing," Draco said, "Those clothes you're wearing are simply hideous; before the challenge starts I would like to give you a new outfit."

"What's the catch?" Harry demanded

"No catch," Draco said, "You would just owe me a forfeit at a later date."

"You must think I'm stupid," Harry laughed, "There's no way I'm going to accept a set of new clothes in exchange for giving you an un-named forfeit. Either name your price or drop it."

"You're no fun," Draco pouted, but his eyes held a mischievous glint, "Very well; your forfeit will be…a kiss. At some time in the next 13 hours I will ask for a kiss from you, and you must pay the forfeit. And, it has to be a real kiss, not just a peck; otherwise I will be allowed to claim another forfeit which will be named at that time." Harry hesitated a moment, biting his bottom lip as he considered the offer.

'Is it worth it?' Harry pondered, 'A kiss for new clothes…a kiss with Malfoy in exchange for new clothes. He hasn't done anything to me since he showed up about an hour ago, but then again he's probably able to be nice because if he wins I will belong to him…which means I might have to kiss him eventually anyway. No! I can't think like that! I will win! So, back to the original question; is a new outfit worth having to kiss Malfoy? This outfit is pretty ragged, and I really hate being stuck in Dudley's old things...'

'Mmmm, those lips look positively delicious,' Draco thought, licking his own lips, 'I can't wait to taste them. Before this night is over, Harry will be mine. All the things I can do once he belongs to me…and I won't have to worry about the Dark Lord either; once Harry is mine we will have enough magic to defeat the Dark Lord once and for all. Actually, with Harry by my side I can rule the world…both worlds! Yes! I can be the new Dark-'

"Okay," Harry said, interrupting his train of thought, "I'll take the new clothes in exchange for a kiss."

"Thank Merlin!" Draco said, "It was driving me crazy to see you walking around in those rags! Now, let's see…what would you look good in?" He walked around Harry appearing to be deep in thought, "Nothing too light; you definitely look better in dark colors…"

"Make it something that won't hinder me in the labyrinth too," Harry spoke up, but Draco seemed to ignore him.

"I know; how's this?" Draco waved his hand as he spoke and Harry found himself wearing a pair of black dragon hide boots, black slacks, and a long-sleeved, emerald green button up shirt.

"I'll get too hot in this," Harry protested, "Can't I wear jeans and a t-shirt?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Draco scoffed, "I will not allow you to be seen wearing jeans. However, I suppose I can change the shirt." He waved his hand again. "There; is that better?" He had changed the shirt to a short-sleeved silver button up with a soft emerald green tank-top underneath.

"Now I look like a Slytherin," Harry grumbled, "but I suppose it will do. What is this made of?" He ran his hand over the tank-top, "It looks like silk, but it's really soft…"

"It comes from silk sheep," Draco replied, "They can only be found in this realm."

"Oh," Harry said, looking suddenly nervous, "So, I guess you want that kiss now?"

"No," Draco smirked, "I'll wait; I have 13 hours to claim my kiss and I plan to wait until we are in a more appropriate setting."

"You mean you're waiting until it will get you a bigger advantage," Harry said drily and Draco smiled, "So, when does my time start?"

"About ten minutes ago," Draco replied, "It started the moment you entered this realm."

"What?" Harry cried, "But that's not fair! You didn't tell me…and you wasted time on my clothes!"

"And now you are wasting more time by arguing," Draco pointed out, "Not that I really mind, of course, it's just that I expected you to at least make an effort to solve the labyrinth."

"You are a slimy git," Harry glared at the blonde, "A sneaky, snaky, slimy git. But that doesn't matter; I will still solve the labyrinth in thirteen hours-it's far too easy."

"Well I wouldn't want you to be bored," Draco said and pointed to a grandfather clock that Harry hadn't noticed before. As he watched the hands spun around, and Draco reduced the time to eleven hours.

"Hey!" Harry protested, "You can't do that! Our contract said thirteen hours, and you can't go back on the contract!"

"If I was just doing it to be spiteful then no, I wouldn't be able to reduce the time," Draco said, "However, since you were complaining about this being too easy, I simply gave you more of a challenge. Now, you may want to get started; the clock is ticking. I'll see you later…Harry." He purred the last word and laughed as Harry blushed, then he faded out of sight, leaving Harry to glare at the clock and plan revenge against the sexy slytherin.

"Well, I guess I'd better get started," Harry sighed, "And I need to stop thinking of Malfoy as a "sexy slytherin"; it's just wrong!" He shook his head and walked across the field towards the labyrinth without encountering any problems, although he did almost stumble into a fairy ring; in his defense it was really hard to see the circle of violets among all the purple grass. After about thirty minutes of walking, Harry came upon a large crystal fountain standing in front of the gates to the labyrinth; he thought he heard laughter, but there was no one in sight. Shrugging, Harry examined the gates; they were made of some type of shiny black stone which he guessed was onyx, with purple and blue stones arranged in a labyrinthine design about midway up and silver handles with two emeralds on each. Harry tried pushing on the gate, and then pulling the handles but it wouldn't move.

"Idiot," he spun around to see a short humanoid figure with brown hair and beady blue eyes scowling at him, "You'll never get in that way."

"Oh?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "And who are you?"

"The name's Ystan and 'fore you ask, I'm a dwarf," he said, "Now, who might yeh be?"

"Harry," he replied, "What do you want?"

"I wanted ter offer my help," Ystan said, "Thought yeh might need it ta get in."

"Thanks, but I think I can handle it," Harry turned back to the gates and examined the handles again before smiling and shaking his head. "And once again you underestimate me, Malfoy," he said quietly, "Or maybe you forgot I'm a parseltongue? Either way, I'm disappointed." He stared at the silver handles, which were actually serpents with emeralds for eyes, and hissed "Open." He frowned when nothing happened, but tried again. "I command you to open," he hissed and the emeralds on the door flashed once before the gate began to open, and Harry grinned triumphantly before turning to Stan. "So, yeah; thanks for the offer of help, but-as you can see-I can handle it. Bye Ystan!" He gave a little wave and walked through the gateway, entering the labyrinth.

"Huh, this looks just like in the movie," Harry mused, looking left and right, not seeing any turns in the labyrinth, "The walls look really slimy…I wonder what type of moss that is? Neville could probably tell me, unless it's specific to this realm. Now, do I have anything in my pockets to help me out?" He searched through his pockets and pulled out a two black markers, a handful of cough drops, the knife Sirius had given him for Christmas, and his invisibility cloak. "That's strange; I know all the rest of this was just transferred from my other pants pocket, but how did my cloak get here? Well, it's bound to come in handy, so I'm not complaining; it's nice to have magically enlarged pockets too." Shrugging, Harry put everything back in his pockets except for one of the markers.

"Yeh haven't gotten very far," Harry spun around to see Ystan smirking at him, "I guess yeh'll be wantin' my help now, eh?"

"No, thank you," Harry replied, "I haven't even started yet; I know better than to just rush in…"his voice trailed off and he muttered to himself, "even if rushing in is more exciting; stupid Hermione! Always making me think!" He pouted and then remembered the dwarf watching him, "Anyway, I don't trust you; you're obviously working for Malfoy-er, the Prince, so I think I'll do this by myself. Have a nice day, Ystan!" And with that he turned his back on the dwarf and began walking down the passageway. After about ten minutes Harry turned around and saw that he was alone. "Good, now I can get started." Harry moved closer to the wall on his right and tilted his head to look at it at an angle, trying to find any breaks in the wall.

Harry spent the better part of an hour examining different parts of the wall, even running his hand along it, but could not find any openings.

"Malfoy, you cheating scum!" He yelled, "How am I supposed to solve this thing when you've got me blocked in without any openings? Stupid wanker!" He threw his marker on the ground in frustration, and was surprised when he heard a click and one of the paving stones in front of him moved to reveal a stairway leading down. "Oh," Harry picked up his marker, "I guess it was stupid of me to expect this to be just like the movie. Although, this does prove my point to Hermione that things work out better for me when I'm impulsive." Shrugging, Harry made his way down the stone stairs and was soon surrounded by darkness. "Hmm, I can't see anything," he murmured, "Blindly walking down stairs in the dark is probably not the smartest thing I've ever done, but without my wand-or a flashlight-what can I do?" He trailed his left hand along the cool, damp wall as he carefully walked down, feeling for each step before moving.

After a few moments, Harry noticed that the stairs were now leading him back up, although he had no idea when the change in direction had occurred. After climbing for what seemed like hours, Harry hit his head on something solid, and felt around until he was able to push the stone above him out of his way. Once he climbed out of the hole, he found himself in a maze of hedges that reminded him of the tri-wizard tournament and he groaned.

"Great," He said, "I hope Malfoy didn't put any blast-ended skrewts in here…then again he would have had to get those from Hagrid, so I'm pretty sure I'm safe on that front." He looked around for a moment, trying to decide which path of the three paths he should take. Directly in front of him was path illuminated by moonlight and lined with flowering plants, while the path to his right was bathed in a golden light reminiscent of the sun and lined with rosebushes and tall trees. The final path to Harry's left was shrouded in shadows, and he could just make out the forms of some dark, twisted trees before the path disappeared into a silvery mist. Eyeing all three paths suspiciously, Harry tried to reason out which path would be the safest to take. He shook his head at the sunny path, muttering that it looked too inviting and so it must be a trap. That left him with either the moonlit path or the shadowy one, and he was having a hard time deciding between the two; Harry really didn't like the look of the shadowy path, but then again he didn't exactly trust the moonlit path either.

"Hello Harry," he spun around at the dreamy, sing-song voice and saw the last person he expected.

"Luna? What are you doing here?" The fairy-like blonde girl gave him a sweet smile and took his hand in hers.

"I'm here to help you of course, silly," she giggled, "The snarky snifflepods told me you could use some help."

"Well, it's good to see you," Harry said, "but how did you get to Malfoy's realm?"

"Oh, I live here," Luna replied, her eyes wide in surprise, "My mother was part fae, and so am I. During the summer I stay with my relatives here. I am very glad to see you, though; there's nothing like a good friend." She gave his hand a small squeeze, and Harry smiled down at the younger girl, but then frowned.

"You know, if I don't solve the labyrinth I have to stay here with Draco Malfoy," he told her, and Luna nodded.

"I know," she said, "That's why I'm here; I knew you would need someone to make sure things turn out correctly. Now, which path were you considering?"

"Either the moonlit path or the shadowy one," Harry replied, "I just think that Dra-er, Malfoy would try to trick people by making the correct path look the least inviting; most people would be scared to go down the shadowy path. Am I right? Is that the correct one?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure," Luna said thoughtfully, "I do know that the sunlit path is wrong-it's filled with blibbering humdingers, and they would just distract you; yes, we should try your path. Come along, Harry!" She tugged gently on Harry's hand and they started down the shadowed path, not noticing the smirking dwarf who watched them go…

In the Goblin King's castle…

Draco smiled and hummed to himself as he returned to the castle and sought out his parents. After a few moments of searching he found them, along with a group of nobles, in one of the guest chambers in the west wing of the castle.

"Hello Father, Mother," Draco bowed to Lucius and kissed Narcissa's cheek, "The petitioner has begun the labyrinth."

"Very good," Lucius nodded, "Although, I am disappointed at the offering this time; I cannot imagine this one ever fitting in with our people." He put an arm around Draco's shoulder and led him to the bedroom door. Pressing a hand to the door a viewing window appeared and Draco saw what must be Harry's cousin, only he was the complete opposite of the brunette he had left in the labyrinth. Where Harry was on the shorter side-about 5'6"- with messy black hair and brilliant emerald eyes, Dudley Dursley was closer to Draco's height of 6 foot, obese and had short blonde hair and watery blue eyes. Currently, Dudley was screaming at the top of his lungs, something along the lines of "Let me go you stupid freaks! Harry! I'm telling Mummy and Daddy and you're going to be in so much trouble!"

"Ugh!" Draco sneered, "I can see why he wanted this…creature taken. Don't worry though, Father, I made a different deal with the petitioner; instead of rescuing his cousin, the boy will be solving the labyrinth to try and gain his own freedom. The deal I made with him is that we will send the cousin back home and completely wipe his memory."

"Thank Merlin!" Narcissa smiled at her son, "I despaired of having to deal with this creature; since he arrived he has done nothing but scream about magic and call us freaks. Let us retire to the sitting room; a servant shall send him back, so there is no reason for us to listen to his ravings for another moment." She slipped her arm through Draco's and allowed him to escort her out of the room. "So, darling, how did it go?"

"Very well Mother," Draco smiled, "I am pleased with the petitioner; he is a wizard, which should make things interesting. Oh, Father?" As they entered the sitting room he looked at Lucius, who was busy talking to Lord Parkinson, Pansy's father.

"Yes, Draco?" Lucius sat down on the couch with Narcissa, while Draco and Lord Parkinson each sat in an armchair.

"This boy, when he fails to solve the labyrinth I get to decide his fate since I set the labyrinth for him, right?" Draco met his father's gaze and Lucius nodded.

"Of course son," Lucius replied, "On my honor as Goblin King this new petitioner is yours to do with as you wish. Why, do you know the boy?" He looked at his son curiously.

"Yes," Draco replied, "but before I tell you who it is, I need your word that you won't interfere with the labyrinth or his fate afterwards in any way."

"Very well," Lucius agreed, "I swear upon my throne and my life that I will not interfere in anyway with this labyrinth challenge or the fate of the petitioner. Now, son, who is it?"

"Harry Potter," Draco smirked at his parents shocked expressions, "After all these years, I finally have the boy-who-lived at my mercy; I eagerly await the time when he fails to solve the labyrinth and becomes mine."

"You have Harry Potter?" His father demanded, "Excellent work, Draco! We must tell-"

"No!" Draco interrupted, "He is mine, Father; you swore upon your crown that I could do as I wish in this matter, and I do not wish the Dark Lord to know about him."

"Your son is a traitor to the cause, Lucius," Lord Parkinson spoke up, "Are you a traitor as well? Not telling the Dark Lord that you have Harry Potter at your mercy can be considered treason and-"

"That is enough," Lucius interrupted, "The laws of this realm are not the same as the laws in Britain; I swore an oath and if I break it then I will die. Leave this matter to me; I will talk to my son, and we have until the time runs out to alert our lord. In the meantime," He quickly pulled out his wand and pointed it at Lord Parkinson, "Obliviate!" Lord Parkinson blinked for a moment and then smiled at Lucius and Draco.

"So, about the betrothal, I can have the paperwork drawn up tonight, is that acceptable?" Parkinson asked Lucius.

"What betrothal?" Draco demanded, "Father you know I can only wed someone who has gone through the labyrinth."

"That is not true, son," Lucius smirked, "You can marry anyone you-or rather I- choose, they just won't be your co-ruler in the realm; however a marriage to Pansy Parkinson will guarantee you heirs in the wizarding world. I hope you don't intend to fight me on this, Draco."

"I don't want to marry Pansy," Draco objected, "You can't do this to me! You know that if I marry her I will never truly be happy; it's the curse of our family! Would you really force me into this?"

"It's for your own good," Lucius stated, "Your mother and I have discussed this-"

"Lucius, Darling," Narcissa interrupted, "Draco just turned sixteen; it will be another year before he can even sign the betrothal papers legally-why don't we wait to discuss this until after Po-the petitioner solves-or fails to solve-the labyrinth? Draco really shouldn't have any distractions right now, especially since this is his first time overseeing the challenge." Lucius glared at his wife for a moment, before nodding his agreement.

"Very well," he turned to Draco, "We will discuss this matter in two days; this will give you time to reflect upon the matter. Also, at the end of that time we will discuss your service to the Dark Lord; you are old enough to be of use to him in the next school year."

"Yes, Father," Draco gritted his teeth and stood up, "Now, if you will excuse me, I think I should check on his progress." He bowed to his parents and gave a brief nod to Lord Parkinson before storming out of the room.
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