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CinderHarry	By : MarsInsane Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11126 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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~CHAPTER TWO~

"Shut up Blaise!"

Prince Draco was not happy. His day started out as usual. Got up, got dressed, had breakfast with his parents, and skipped out on his lessons to go into town. It was going well. He was flirting with anyone who struck his fancy and no one recognized him. Then he was run into and when he looked at the person, he encountered the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. Emerald jewels failed in comparison.

Unfortunately, there were glasses covering them. Before he could get a sentence out, the person covered his mouth, wrapped their other arm around him, and leaned against the wall. This he didn't mind but it annoyed him that he was being manhandled, and no one manhandles Prince Draco Dormienius Luciuen Malfoy.

When he was let go he looked at the person. This person was male, a few inches shorter then him, had messy black hair, muscular but not over the top, and a bit scruffy looking. The green-eyed boy started to explain why he manhandled him but Draco, being the stubborn prat he is, (though he'd never admit it) just blew the guy off and walked away. He then found some cute guy who worked at the bakery and started to flirt when him.

He felt someone tap his shoulder behind. When he turned all he saw was messy black hair and fist heading towards him, then a tremendous amount of pain in his jaw. He didn’t quite remember what happened after that but he made it back to the castle. Now here he was explaining to his best friend what happened because that punch left a bruise.

"Do you know who did it?" Blaise Zabini asked as he was still laughing at Draco. He was a very handsome individual and was a bit of a joker. He had dark brown hair and warm chocolate eyes. Him and Draco have been best friends since they were toddlers.

"If I did, then he would be so sorry he hit the Prince of this country." Draco said. He was furious. No one hits him.

"Draco, One: He didn't know you were the “Prince of this country,” two: He sounds hot, three: I want to thank him." He said, smirking at Draco's look of disbelief.

"Why the hell do you want to thank him?" Draco asked incredulously.

"Because someone need's to stand up to your charm and put you in your place." Blaise said in a matter of fact way. Draco just glared and snarled, then walked out the door to get rid of the bruise forming with Blaise following.

"Draco what happened to your face?" King Lucius Draconium Falcon Malfoy, Draco's father, asked. He came upon them while walking down the hall. He was an intimidating man, cold to all those outside the family, but a loving father none the less.

"Blaise pushed me into the wall." Draco didn't want to tell his father that he got punched in the face by a servant boy, since A) all the servant's in the castle knew who he was and B) he didn't want his father to know that he went out to the marketplace.

"I see.” Lucius said slowly. “You better see Severus." Lucius knew Draco was lying but let it go.

"Yes father." Draco started to walk away but noticed that his father held Blaise back. He just gave Blaise a glare that said 'don't you tell him or I will hurt you.'

"Blaise what really happened to Draco, and tell the truth." Lucius didn't show it but he was amused and very curious.

"Well, I'm sure you know about his “lessons.”" Lucius just nodded. He was the same way when he was Draco's age.

"Well apparently, when he went to his “lessons,” a guy accidentally ran into him and use Draco to hide behind basically. When the guy let him go Draco, being Draco, didn't listen to why the guy did it and gave him attitude. So when Draco was talking to someone, the guy came up and punched him." By the end Blaise was smirking slightly. Lucius just blinked taking this in.

"Does he know who it was?" Lucius wasn't mad. He was glad some one stood up to Draco. 'It's time that boy learned some humility. But who could stand up to the Malfoy charm?' He was intrigued.

"No, Sir, he thinks that it was a servant boy, but one could never be to sure." Blaise knew what the king was thinking because he felt the same way.

"That is all Blaise." Lucius said dismissing him.

Blaise just bowed slightly and left. He didn't feel like dealing with Draco at the moment. He didn't want another interrogation, so he headed to the kitchen to see if he could grab a snack before the temporary head cook, the other was out due to the flu, noticed him. She was scary.

Blaise got to the door and listened for her. All he heard was running water so he peaked around the door and saw a very nice arse. He couldn't stop staring. Then the person stood up and turned slightly. 'Wow.' The person was male, had flaming red hair, was slightly muscled, had no shirt, was wet, and was totally edible. The guy grabbed a towel and started to dry his hair, so Blaise slipped in while he wasn't looking, and got as close as possible.

Ron was visiting his mother while she was working, just to say that he was in the palace. He felt like cleaning up a bit so he washed his face, hair, and hands. He grabbed a towel to dry his hair because he didn't want to drip all over the place and get yelled at by his mom. Once done, he pulled the towel down around his shoulders and came eye to eye with chocolate brown eyes, which he just stared at for awhile not knowing what to do.

"Hello." Blaise said while staring into sky blue eyes. 'He has nice eyes but I better be careful otherwise I might get lost in them.' He thought and then realized how cheesy that sounded, even if true.

"Um... Hi.” The red head said shyly. Blaise thought that was adorable for some reason. Usually when someone sounded shy they were acting just to be coy and thinking it will get his attention faster. Of course he could see right through those acts. This he could tell was not an act.

"My name is Blaise.” He said. The red head just looked at him blankly. Apparently he didn’t know who Blaise was. “Do you work here?" He asked instead. It was nice meeting someone who didn't know who he was, plus he had a thing for redheaded males. 'Please say you work here.'

"Ron.” The boy blurted out and then looked sheepish after saying it. He then cleared his throat. “And no, I don’t work here.” He then dried off some more and headed towards his shirt. Blaise frowned at that.

"Then what are you doing here if you don't work here?" 'Damn, its always the ones you want. No don't put your shirt on!’ Blaise felt himself pout when all the delicious looking skin was hidden under a stupid piece of fabric. If he didn’t want to scare the boy away he’d rip the shirt off. Before he could give in and actually attempt that the kitchen door opened making him jump.

"Ronald! What are you doing here?" Molly Weasley, the temporary head cook for the palace, asked. She was a very good cook and had worked for many people. She came highly recommended, if Blaise remembered what Draco said correctly.

"Hi mum. I wanted to visit you." Ron said a little sheepishly. Blaise could tell that Ron didn’t exactly come to visit his mother.

"Aw, that's sweet Ronald. Makes a mother so happy to have a visit from her child.” She said beaming at her son. She then turned and saw him, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. He just smiled charmingly. “Lord Zabini, what are you doing here?"

"Lord Zabini?" Ron asked sounding incredulous.

"Yes Ronald.” Molly said sounding a little exasperated as if this was a normal thing with her son. “He is the son of Duke Zabini and best friend of the Prince."

"Oh." Ron said little sadly. Blaise didn’t like the way the boy sounded. Did Ron think that he wouldn’t like him now?

"I'm gonna go mum. I think Harry’s back from the market by now. Do you have anything to tell him?" Ron asked avoiding looking at Blaise. Blaise frowned at the name Harry. Was that the red head’s boyfriend? Hopefully that was a brother of his. And why won’t the red head look at him?

"Tell him that he is always welcome at our home and I miss him." Molly said frowning slightly.

“Of course mum.” Ron smiled crookedly, which made Blaise wish that smile was directed at him. The red head then kissed his mom on the cheek and bowed to him on the way out, making Blaise wince slightly at the formality and how it felt like distance was put between them. He then turned towards Molly and looked at her calculatingly. She noticed this.

"Lord Zabini?" She asked.

"That was your son?" He asked to get things started. He did notice that Ron looked upset when he left. Maybe... But what if the boy doesn't like royalty? Blaise didn't want Ron to hate him before the red head got to know him. Of course Blaise was thinking since this was Ron’s mother he could find out some information and get out of potential trouble for trying to sneak food again.

"Yes my youngest son. Has five older brothers and one younger sister." Molly said as she started to get ingredients ready.

"That's a big family, how old is he?" Blaise said raising an eyebrow at the woman. That explained why she had quite a no nonsense attitude and a seemingly sixth sense when he was trying to sneak food.

"He will turn eighteen soon. They’re all growing up so fast.” She said wistfully. Blaise just nodded.

"Does he work?" Blaise asked casually. Perhaps he could convince the woman to let her son work here at the palace.

"Yes my lord, one of the best chimney sweeps in this country.” She said proudly. She then made a shooing motion at him. “Now I must be getting back to work so go back to the main palace. Dinner will be ready soon."

"Yes ma'am." Blaise said feel a little put off. He left the kitchen and while walking to his room was thinking of ways that he could get Ron back into the palace, and maybe his bed. He shook his head when it went into the gutter. He couldn't wait to tell Draco though. Maybe it would make the prince feel better and stop the boy from throwing another hissy fit.

Different POV's yeah. Hope you like it. Oh yeah, I write spur of the moment type things. Just to warn you, but I'll try to type everyday till it’s done.
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