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B is for Bored
Draco – king; Harry – sorcerer’s apprentice and helps around castle

“I’m bored.”
Harry paused in his work, but only for a moment to roll his eyes. He was beginning to hate that repugnant ‘b’ word. He pitched the shovel under the piece of manure and flung the piece into the barrel beside him. After shoveling the last piece in, he turned around and jammed the shovel down into the ground. A tall, royal-looking blonde was lounging back on a bale of hay. Harry sighed.
“I’m busy, Your Highness,” Harry told him as he pushed the stall open and pushed the wheelbarrow out.
Draco rolled his eyes as he pushed himself up in a sitting position. He watched the younger male dump the manure and then he pushed the wheelbarrow to the next stall. Draco let out a loud huff.
“I’m bored. Amuse me, Sorcerer,” Draco commanded.
A loud sigh emitted from the stall. Draco smirked. He could practically hear the other male counting to himself in an effort not to yell.
“I have told you many times, my Prince, that I am an apprentice,” Harry replied.
Draco let out a short laugh while pushing himself up to his feet. He walked over to the stall where he draped himself over the door. Harry was turned around again with the shovel paused in his hands. Draco flashed his customary smirk at the brunette.
“Apprentice or not, you’re still a Sorcerer. Amuse me,” Draco told him.
Harry actually dared to glare at him. It was part of the reason he loved to pick on him. It was so easy to frustrate the boy. Of course, he was only three years older than the boy, but 17 was a great difference from 20.
“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. “You need only show me one trick. Then I shall leave you to your…cleaning.”
Harry leaned his shovel against the wall before walking over to the gate. Grabbing the stall door, Draco swung it open and stepped aside to allow Harry to pass. Draco watched as Harry wandered over to a nearby trough and ran his hand through it. He brought his hands together in front of him, but with his back to Draco, the blonde couldn’t tell what he was doing.
When Harry finally turned around, he was holding a ball of water in his hand. Draco watched Harry toss the ball from one hand to the other. At one point, Harry rolled it over the back of his hands and arms, floating it onto the tips of his fingers. He was only able to hold it for a few seconds longer before the ball dissolved back to its liquid form and fell down from his hand. Harry lowered his chin to his chest.
“I apologize. I’m still working on that,” Harry murmured.
Draco chuckled as he stood.
“You needn’t apologize, Sorcerer. That amused me,” Draco said, flashing him a smile.
Harry lifted his head to flash a small smile of his own before sighing and returning to his work. Draco frowned.
“Why do you do this? The stable-hand is responsible for cleaning the stables,” Draco commented.
“Ron is running a high fever, my Prince. He is resting while I do his duties,” Harry replied.
Draco made an hmm sound.
“That’s right. The old man and the dungeon bat had to travel for a short time,” Draco said, as a matter of fact.
Harry whipped around, his eyes aglow with fury. Draco raised an eyebrow in question.
“Do not disrespect Master Dumbledore or Master Snape in front of me,” Harry growled.
Draco snorted. “I can understand Dumbledore, but I’ve heard Snape can’t stand you after you melted his best cauldron.”
Harry’s anger melted into embarrassment so fast his head spun while the prince disappeared out the stable door.

/……/

“I’m bored.”
Closing his eyes for a moment, Harry let out a sigh. He adjusted the basket on his arm before turning around. The young prince was leaning against the doorframe, casting a boring glance around the room.
“I am busy, Your Highness. The cook is out of supplies and I have offered to go to the market,” Harry explained.
Turning back towards the mirror, Harry tried adjusting his cloak so it would rest more comfortably on his shoulders. Draco pushed himself off the frame and walked across the room to stand behind Harry. The brunette froze when the prince laid his hands down on his shoulders. He stood stiff as the prince adjusted the material for him. When he was done, Draco leaned over his shoulder to smile at him through the mirror.
“If you are to go to the market, than I shall accompany you,” Draco smirked.
Harry quietly counted to ten while lowering his head. It was going to be a long day. After donning a cloak of his own and a medallion laced with a disguise charm, Draco walked out to market with Harry. It was then that Draco got to see a different side to the boy.
The shy and quiet little Sorcerer came to life among the people. He interacted with the people, old and young. He negotiated with traders, getting the best deal for the items he purchased while not cheating the traders. He was still just as respectful as he was to Draco, but he seemed to have forgotten the young prince was even with him.

/……/

“Grr…I can’t sleep.”
Draco sat up in his bed with colorful words spilling from his mouth. He had retired to his rooms several hours ago and tried to fall asleep. It was now middle of the night; no sleep to be had.
“Dobby!”
A small, elf-like servant appeared at his bedside, having been close-by.
“Yes, Your Highness?” Dobby asked.
“Fetch the Sorcerer for me. Bring him to my rooms,” Draco commanded.
Dobby bowed his head before leaving. He knew by Sorcerer that the Prince was referring to the Sorcerer’s apprentice. Draco reached out to touch a small stone sitting on his bedside table. The stone warmed and began to glow brightly, throwing the room into lightness again. It was a special gift from the old Sorcerer.
It was only a few minutes later when a timid knock rapped on his door. Sitting up in frustration, Draco growled a “Come in” to the knocker. On the other side of the door, Harry was a little afraid to go in after hearing the angry tone. Instead of fleeing back to his rooms, Harry sucked in a deep breath and entered. When he walked in, the young Sorcerer’s apprentice found the prince sitting up in bed and looking very sour.
His silvery gaze snapped to the apprentice, making him freeze only a few steps from the bed.
“I can’t sleep,” Draco snarled.
Harry rang his tongue over his lips to wet them. The servant hadn’t told him what he was being summoned for when he had burst into the brunette’s room. For such a small guy, he certainly had the strength of an ogre. Harry’s shoulder still had a slight twinge of pain to it.
“O-Often, people cannot sleep because their mind is alit with energy. Is there something on your mind, my Prince?” Harry asked.
“Everything,” Draco growled.
Draco spilled out about everything. Life had been difficult in the last year since the passing of King Lucius. With Prince Draco only having just turned twenty, his father’s law commanded he not rule for another year. Queen Narcissa had taken over in his place and had been doing more than exceptional. She had even changed a few of the laws. The people loved her; the kingdom prospered.
At age twenty with no future prospects for the future Queen, many had come to calling to the Prince, including the very persistent Princess Pansy Parkinson. What the woman lacked in good lucks, she didn’t make up for in personality. The woman was rude, especially to the servants or those beneath her. The servants were all betting she wouldn’t make it to the end of the week.
“Can you fix things?” Draco suddenly asked.
Harry startled. “Umm…I-I can try, my Prince.”
Draco threw back his covers and shot up to his feet. He walked around the bed to the foot where a large trunk sat. Draco removed a key from a hiding place and unlocked the trunk. From within, he drew out a long cane. Harry recognized it as the late King Lucius.’ When Draco held it out, Harry took it from him carefully as if it were made of the most delicate materials.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the wood of the cane was cracked right down the middle. The snack head was missing one of its fangs and it needed a good cleaning, too.
“I should like that fixed, Sorcerer. Take your time. I would rather have something fixed and done well, then something rushed and slovenly,” Draco told him firmly.
Rather than argue about his title yet again, Harry simply nodded. The prince climbed back into bed and laid down on his back. He closed his eyes, but Harry noticed the older male still didn’t look relaxed enough to sleep.
“Your Highness?”
“Hmm? What is it, Sorcerer?”
Harry bit his bottom lip before continuing.
“I can tell you a story…if you like,” Harry suggested.
Draco opened his eyes and turned his head at an angle to look up at the nervous brunette. After a long breath of silence, Draco nodded.
“I shall like that.”
Harry let out the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Reaching his hand out, Harry touched the small stone on the bedside table. The entire room grew dark like the night sky and the bright stars appeared all around them. Draco lay back with his eyes wide open. The stars had formed different figures which were running all about the room.
Harry told stories of the constellations. He told of Orion and Artemis and of the Scorpion. The Taurus; a symbol of Zeus’ triumph for stealing away a princess. The story of Persephone and her departure down into the underworld with Hades. After only a few stories, the prince had drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.
The young apprentice sighed with relief as he allowed the spell to dissipate into the air. He dared to step closer and made sure the prince was comfortable, pulling up the covers a little to tuck him in better.
“Good night, Prince Draco,” Harry murmured.
Harry stepped out of the room as quietly as he could. Looking both directions down the hall, Harry walked away to his room to get some rest before trying his hand at this cane. Unknown to him, someone watched him disappear down the hall.

/……/

Like every morning for the past few weeks, Draco wandered out to where he knew he would find his little Sorcerer. He had had breakfast with his mother and now he was bored. So he went in search of his source of amusement. To his surprise, though, Harry wasn’t in the barn. Ron had recovered from his fever and had returned to his duties. When asked where Harry was, Ron shrugged.
“I don’t know. I ain’t seen him since last night when he checked on muh fever,” Ron replied.
Draco frowned. That was very unlike the Sorcerer. He could always be found about the castle yet Draco didn’t know where he could be.
“Try his room,” Ron suggested.
He decided he would do just that. He wandered out of the stables and back into the castle. He knew Harry had one of the south tower rooms so he was somewhat close to his Master Sorcerer. Draco was halfway to the south tower when he was stopped by Lord Parkinson. The blonde was surprised when the man returned his father’s cane to him. He was even more shocked by what the man told him.
“My daughter was exploring the castle late last night and came across this thief leaving your rooms, Prince Draco. Her personal guard caught the boy and disciplined him properly before releasing him,” Lord Parkinson explained.
Draco had turned shockingly pale, especially for his already pale complexion. Lord Parkinson was implying…by the gods, he was going to be sick!
“Crabbe! Goyle!”
The two guards appeared out of nowhere and stood behind Lord Parkinson on either side of him.
[Is something wrong, Prince?] Crabbe asked.
Lord Parkinson frowned. The Malfoy Kingdom spoke a foreign language that was gentle on the ears, but nearly impossible to learn. He had only picked up a few words over the years of having known Lord Lucius.
[Escort Lord Parkinson back to his rooms. Find the princess and escort her there too. Hold them there until I tell you otherwise.]
The two burly guards bowed their heads before snagging an arm each and dragging the lord away. Draco was fortunate his room was on the way to Harry’s room. He stopped there momentarily to hide away his father’s cane once again. Once outside his room, he bolted down the hallway. He didn’t care if anyone saw him or if his mother even caught him.
It was a short time later when he reached the room. He threw the door open, took one step inside and froze. Draco brought his hand up to his mouth to bite back the bile that rose up.
The little apprentice lay in a ball on the floor only a few feet away from the door and facing away from said door. It was his back that made Draco immediately sick to his stomach. There were over a dozen marks that crisscrossed over the tan back. Some marks were small and shallow, but most looked large and deep.
Harry was mercifully half-asleep when he felt a hand come down his shoulder. He flinched away and tried to push himself away.
“I-I’m s-s-s-sorry. P-Please…” Harry murmured, raising his arms to shield his face.
“Harry? Harry, open your eyes.”
Harry’s eyes snapped open. He would recognize that voice anywhere. It was a voice he heard most days and had even started hearing in his dreams. He lowered his arms and found himself staring into swirling silver. The prince was knelt on one knee in front of him with one hand on his shoulder.
Draco brought his other hand down to the apprentice’s cheek. The boy’s cheeks were wet and his eyes a shocking mix of purple-pink. Draco couldn’t even begin to imagine the amount of pain the brunette was in. He had only ever been spanked by his father. Never whipped. Draco surmised that the brunette must have stumbled to his room where he had collapsed here on the ground.
He must have been laying here for hours, Draco thought.
“Can you stand?” Draco whispered.
It didn’t surprise him when Harry squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Draco knelt down on both knees and pulled the apprentice’s arms up to circle around his neck.
“Hold tight,” Draco told him.
Gritting his teeth, Harry did as commanded. He gasped as his body was shifted and pulled up into a sitting position. His back wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the pain was still very fresh and very much there. Draco pulled Harry onto his lap, being careful to support the smaller body without touching any of the marks.
Draco moved him to straddle his waist with a leg on either side of him. He stumbled to his feet, but luckily the little apprentice was light. The body in his arms started to shake, but Draco knew it wasn’t from the cold. He slipped the hand holding the back of Harry’s neck up into his hair. He gently shushed the crying brunette.
“Shh. I’ve got you. I’m just going to move you to the bed,” Draco murmured.
Harry whimpered as his body wracked with pain. The prince carried him over to his small bed in the back corner of the room. Draco was careful with laying him down on his side before rolling him onto his stomach. Thankfully, Harry’s room had windows which allowed a lot of light into the room. On the other hand, that meant Draco could see the whip marks in great detail.
“I…I…th-there’s some healing c-c-cream in the bathroom,” Harry mumbled.
Draco smoothed a hand through his hair. “These need to be washed first. Just lay here. Don’t get up.”
Leaning into the hand, Harry nodded his head. It brought a smile to Draco’s face that the injured boy sought comfort from him. He crossed the room to the bathroom where he filled a small basin with water. He grabbed up a cloth and found the cream Harry had mentioned.
He walked back into the room and sat down on the bed beside Harry. He smoothed a hand up Harry’s arm before squeezing it gently.
“I’m going to wash the marks. Then I’ll use the cream. Tell me if I hurt you,” Draco commanded in a firm voice.
Harry mumbled an affirmative. Harry flinched at the first touch of the cloth, but bit back his words. It didn’t hurt, per say. It was just really uncomfortable. He let out a few whimpers and groans as the cloth moved across his back.
Draco wanted nothing more than to stop and comfort the boy. But he knew it needed to be done. If left untouched, he knew the injuries could do far worse to the little apprentice. After the back was washed and dried, Draco retrieved a fresh cloth from the bathroom. He squeezed the cream across the cloth and applied the cream to Harry’s back.
Draco was pleased to hear more pleasant sounds spill from the brunette’s lips. The cream relieved the young male of his pain and even helped him to drift off to a more relaxed state. Draco finished with the cream and returned everything to the bathroom. When he returned to the main room, the prince sat back beside the brunette. He ran a soft hand through his hair and sung softly to him in their native language.
He stayed there long after the boy had fallen asleep, alternating between stroking his hair and cheek. Inside he was seething. The spoiled princess had been a thorn in his side, but now she had gone too far. She may not have held the whip or struck the brunette, but it was by her word that the man was injured. He knew she had seen him several times with the prince. She may not know what he really was, but she should have at least known him a worker in the castle and not a mere thief.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden appearance of his personal servant, Dobby.
“Master Draco, the Queen is requesting your presence in the throne room,” Dobby told him.
Draco nodded. No doubt she had heard of him imprisoning the Parkinson’s in their rooms. He instructed the servant to pass along the message that he would be there shortly. He added that he should also tell Crabbe and Goyle to bring the Parkinson’s to the throne room.
“Right away, Prince Draco.”
Draco waited until after the elf-like servant had left to lean down and whisper in the apprentice’s ear.
[I cannot change what has happened, but I can see that they realize the grave mistake they have made. No one has the right to whip one of my people, least of all a talented and gorgeous creature like you.]
Harry murmured something in his sleep. He quieted down when Draco pressed a warm kiss to his forehead. He pulled the light sheets up to cover the slumbering brunette before leaving.

/……/

Queen Narcissa looked enraged, but she knew her son must have a good reason for his actions. She let him speak when Lord Parkinson and his daughter were escorted to the throne room.
“What is the meaning of this, Queen Narcissa?” Lord Parkinson demanded.
Draco stepped down from his place beside his mother so the attention was turned to him. His gaze fell on the tall, strong-looking guard standing to the left of Pansy. He shifted his gaze form the man to her father.
“You will address me, Lord Parkinson. It is I who ordered my guards to sequester you in your rooms. As we speak, they are packing your things and then they shall escort you out of our kingdom,” Draco snarled.
Lord Parkinson startled. “I don’t understand. Have I done something to offend you?”
Draco shook his head.
“It is not you who have offended this family and our kingdom. The blame lies with your vile daughter,” Draco sneered.
Pansy’s fan snapped out and she shielded her face with it. Except Draco could see the heated look just over the fan. Lord Parkinson started to protest, but Draco held up a hand, instantly silencing the man. His gaze snapped to the guard.
“What is your name?” Draco demanded.
The man bowed his head. “McNair, Your Highness.”
“McNair, when the princess caught the thief leaving my room, did you recognize this man?” Draco questioned.
In the background, Queen Narcissa frowned. She knew her son wouldn’t react this way over a mere thief. There had to be more to the story. In response to the question, the personal guard shook his head.
“I did not recognize him, Your Highness,” McNair answered.
Draco could easily see the man was telling the truth. His lethal glare turned its fire onto the princess who was almost completely shielding herself with her fan.
“You are forgiven then for your mistake.”
The man looked confused, but bowed his head with a small note of gratitude. Draco grew irritated with the actions of the young female in the room. He stormed down the stairs, snatched the fan from her hands and snapped it in two over knee. The girl let out a gasp in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. He threw the pieces to the ground before snarling at her angrily.
“You are not forgiven! You have no power in this entire kingdom and yet you order your personal guard to strike an innocent man. A man you have seen many times at my side,” Draco growled, stepping so close to her face she actually took a step backwards.
Realization was slowly dawning on both McNair and Lord Parkinson’s face. Whoever this boy, this young man was, he meant something to the prince. And they were now very much aware they were no longer in the prince’s favor.
“He…H-He was stealing from you, Draco. Your father’s cane, even! I recall the late king using it often. I thought you would want him punished for taking what was yours,” Pansy gasped, trying to cur his favor.
Draco’s upper lip curled back with his sneer.
“You are not the princess here and never shall you be. Even if he were a thief, we do not punish the people we catch. We question them and we help them if we can.”
Draco would have continued, but Dobby chose that time to escort in the two Sorcerers. Draco immediately turned his attention to them.
“Dumbledore, Sir, you should see to Harry,” Draco told him.
Dumbledore’s eyes twinkled with curiosity.
“May I inquire as to why, Prince Draco?” Dumbledore asked.
Draco glared at Pansy again before turning a neutral look back to the old Sorcerer.
“He has been accused of a crime he did not commit and punished severely. I went to him as soon as I heard and tended to his back to the best of my ability,” Draco answered.
The twinkle was gone in an instant. Dumbledore turned his head to his fellow Sorcerer.
[Go to him. See what can be done.]
Severus nodded before whipping around and sweeping out of the throne room with his cloak billowing out behind him.
“You should be aware, Lord Parkinson, that the boy your guard so easily punished is no thief. The boy is a Sorcerer’s apprentice and this man here is his master,” Draco explained.
Lord Parkinson turned deathly pale. A…Sorcercer…apprentice?! Being on the favorable side of a Sorcerer was very good, but on the opposite side. Lord Parkinson turned swiftly to his daughter who turned a frightened eye to him.
“What have you done?! An offense to an apprentice allows the master to punish the offender. That is you!” Lord Parkinson barked.
Pansy scowled at him. “McNair is the one who whipped him!”
Lord Parkinson held his hand up to silence her. He shifted his attention to the Sorcerer and bowed.
“I am sorry for my daughter’s transgression, but the fault is her own. I was not aware my daughter knew your apprentice. Our guard was not aware of this. If it helps in his favor, I know that he did not use his full power on the boy,” Lord Parkinson apologized.
Dumbledore maintained a neutral look on his face as he stepped towards the guard. He held his hand out palm up.
“May I see your hand?” Dumbledore asked in a surprisingly calm manner.
McNair’s hand shook as he lifted it and held it out. Dumbledore took it in his hand. The Parkinson’s watched in surprise as the Sorcerer’s eyes glowed blue. It lasted only for a few short breaths before his eyes returned to normal. He let the man have his hand back and stepped back.
“Your remorse is true and I see that you have a kind heart. If you ask for forgiveness from him, he will give it. The guards will show you the way.”
After glancing at his Lord for permission, McNair followed Crabbe and Goyle out of the throne room. Dumbledore turned his still calm look to Pansy who was pouting like a child who had been caught with sweets after dinner.
“I should like to speak with you in private, Princess,” Dumbledore said, his voice leaving no room for protests.
Draco waited for the two to leave before speaking.
“When your guard returns and Dumbledore is finished speaking with the princess, the guards will escort you out of the kingdom,” Draco commanded.
“Draconis.”
Draco turned and faced his mother with a neutral look on his face. His mother’s face was void of emotion as well.
“I shall like to speak with Lord Parkinson before he leaves,” the Queen told him.
Draco bowed his head in respect.
“Of course, Mother.”
Draco was done dealing with the Parkinson family. He had a little apprentice to check on.

/……/

His body slowly started waking up. His cheek was resting on a warm pillow, much warmer than he was used to having, but it felt nice. He brought a hand up to rub at his eyes then brought it down on the warm pillow.
The pillow must have turned in the night, Harry thought.
He sighed with a happy tone in his voice when something swept his hair out of his face. He hummed sleepily and nuzzled his face into his pillow.
“Feels nice,” Harry mumbled.
Chuckle. “And that tickles.”
Harry’s eyes snapped and he nearly fell off the bed when he rolled away from the human body he had been snuggling against! He was caught partway through the roll so he didn’t quite fall off the bed. He was pulled back onto the bed and a longer body curled against his back. He shivered at how intimate the hold was. Then he realized something.
“M-my back doesn’t hurt,” he murmured.
A familiar chuckle filtered through his ears before an arm – a bare arm! – wrapped around his stomach. It squeezed him in a gentle hug.
“The dungeon bat fed you a potion to you while you slept. The marks faded after a few hours. He did tell me you may still feel some of the pain,” an even more familiar voice whispered in his ear.
Harry froze.
“Y…Y-Your Highness?” Harry stuttered.
Draco made an mm-hmm sound from the back of his throat. He nuzzled his face into soft brown hair and pulled the little apprentice closer. The smaller male whimpered. He didn’t know how he came to be where he was, but he knew he did not belong. He froze again when the prince spoke.
“I moved you here to my rooms last night. The fault lies with me for what happened to you. Allow me to make amends,” Draco told him.
Harry shivered. The blonde had ducked his head down and was sprinkling the back of his neck and shoulders with kisses. A pale hand was rubbing circles over his stomach and sending bolts of pleasure through his body. He bit his lip hard to suppress a groan. However, one managed to slip out when a hot mouth covered the back of his neck and sucked.
Harry whimpered, stuttering a broken protest to the blonde’s actions. Draco released his mouthful in favor of gently shushing the brunette.
“Our people have open minds and they will be happy with what makes me happy. It is not unusual for a man to lie with man in our kingdom. I find myself drawn to you, unable to explain why even to myself. It explains why no woman has held my attention. Not as long as these emeralds staring down into my very soul or this scar that defines your past.”
During his speech, Draco had rolled Harry onto his back and lay down partially atop him. His hand traced up Harry’s cheek to the lightning bolt scar so few knew was high on the boy’s forehead. Even fewer people knew the history behind the scar. Draco considered himself lucky to be one of those rare people.
“I do not know if I can give you what you desire. I have never been…intimate with another. I would be unsure of what to do or even how to begin,” Harry murmured.
Draco leaned his forehead against Harry’s. He took Harry’s face in his hands and smoothed his thumbs over his cheeks. A bright blush adorned the little apprentice’s cheeks.
“You do not know how broken my heart was to see you in such a state; a young man who has already overcome so many tribulations in his life. I will not take more than you are willing to give me. We will take it slow, my love,” Draco promised.
With his hands shaking, Harry brought them up to grasp Draco’s wrists. He ran his thumb over the back of the prince’s right hand.
“I would like that, my Prince,” Harry whispered.
“Draco,” he corrected quietly.
Harry smiled. “Draco.”
Draco smirked in smug satisfaction before moving down and claiming his new love’s mouth in celebration.
Author's Note: I don't know about you, but I've been banned for saying the word bored on family vacations. I said it so much as a kid that my dad started charging me a quarter for every time I said it. Lol
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