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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Dumbledore folded his hands and laid them on his desk, sighing deeply.

This was bad.

Someone had found out that the prophecy was a fake, and there was only one person it could be.

Harry.

But the damage was already done, what more could he do?

He could watch the boy’s outgoing post, but he could have sent that during the break, as he simply hadn’t sent anything out since coming back, and there was no telling when the tip had been sent to the Daily Prophet’s office.

Dumbledore straightened.

Or… Perhaps it had been Severus. He had the Prince prophecy book, what if he had checked it for prophecies after finding out Harry was his son? He had loved Lily so deeply; he’d see the need to avenge her death and put the person responsible in their place.

Perhaps it was him.

There was no need to move too rashly when there was question about who it had really been.

Losing Harry, that would hurt, and the boy definitely hadn’t written his will yet, so Dumbledore would not be able to reclaim the Selwyn vaults if he had to kill the boy.

But losing Severus… It would be a blow to the Order, that was true, but he wasn’t as necessary as Harry was.

They could afford to lose him.

And Harry would be more malleable in his grief, he and Severus had grown close, very close, in a very short time.

Truly, the boy bonded with people far too easily.

But he could use that to his advantage.

*****

Harry was finishing his drink, ignoring the charm glowing silver, since Ron's pranks hadn’t worked yet, and turned to Hermione. “What do you think Ron is up to lately?” He asked, then frowned, wondering why he had even asked that.

“Being his usual obnoxious self, I assume.” Hermione replied.

“Yeah, probably.” Harry agreed.

He frowned and kept silent for the rest of lunch.

As they headed to potions, Neville spoke up. “I’m going to sit with Theo today.”

Harry looked his way, surprised. “Really? I thought he made you almost as nervous as Severus?” He asked.

Neville smiled and shook his head. “No, now that I’ve gotten to know him, he's sweet. I’m not nervous around him anymore, and he offered to take over anything that needs steady hands when Snape comes by. I'll just stir while he hovers, that can be done with shaky hands perfectly fine.”

Harry smiled back. “Well, good. I’m happy for you.” He said, then took his seat with Hermione.

“They look really cute together.” Hermione said in approval, watching Theo and Neville set up, both smiling and blushing just a bit. Theo was deferring to Neville and let Neville set the cauldron up and started setting out his tools as Neville went to get ingredients.

Harry met up with him in the supply cupboard. “You're getting the ingredients? You normally sit in your seat and let the other person get them.”

Neville chuckled. “Theo doesn’t know how to tell fresh dandelion root from older, and he wants the potion to turn out usable, so he's turning to me for this part, since I know what I'm looking for.” He pulled down a small jar and shook his head, pulling down another one. “Use these. Those in your hand are older, they'll be less potent.” He said, handing the jar to Harry.

“Oh!” Harry took them and smiled. “Thanks. Roots get me every time.”

Neville smiled. “Yes, they can be tricky.” He agreed, then went back to his seat with his hands full of small jars and vials.

Harry gathered up the rest of his stuff and returned to Hermione, setting stuff down. “Neville seems happy. He actually got up and got the ingredients today. He usually stays in his seat and hopes Severus doesn’t come by.”

Hermione smiled. “It’s nice to see him come out of his shell a bit more. Theo is good for him.”

“I hoped they would get along well; they seem to complement each other.”

They set up their area and began the potion.

*****

Harry was sitting with Pansy, working on Charms, when Daphne came by and sat across from him.

“My Prince.” She spoke lowly.

Harry looked up. “Um, hello. What?”

“I have news. My parents, as well as the parents of several other unaligned families, are telling their children to avoid being alone with Dumbledore. I assumed this would be information you'd want, and Draco tells me that any other political information I get is to be delivered to you. That you can see that the information reaches the correct ears.” She finished.

Harry nodded. “I can. Thank you.”

Daphne nodded and shot a smile at Pansy. “Have a good night, Pans. See you in the dorms.” She said before leaving.

Pansy flushed.

“What was that?” Harry asked her.

“It’s called flirting, My Prince. I don’t suppose you’re very familiar with the concept.” Pansy said sarcastically.

Harry grinned. “Don’t have to be, do I? I pretty much have a stalker-boyfriend.” He joked.

Pansy snorted. “Or something like that.” She agreed.

Harry chuckled. “Seriously, though, are you interested? Going to see where that could lead?” He asked.

Pansy sighed and rested her chin on her hand, looking at him. “I haven’t decided yet. I’ve never been attracted to a girl before her, and it only just started this year. I’m not sure if I want to pursue it. But she is really pretty, and fun, and she makes me happy... I’m still deciding, but I’m leaning that way, yes.”

Harry smiled. “You two would definitely be a power couple if you got together. Nothing would stand in your way.” He said.

Pansy smirked. “And I do like power.” She added.

Harry laughed.

*****

It was two days later when it happened. He got up, totally unaware of why he was doing so, ignored Hermione’s questions, and headed over to Ron’s side of the table.

By the time he got there, everyone was watching him.

“Ron.” He said.

Ron turned to face him, and his eyes lit up. The Imperius potion had finally kicked in! “Yeah?”

“I’m sorry for not taking you back. I miss you.” Harry internally panicked at the words leaving his mouth. ‘What the bloody hell is going on?! Why can’t I stop this?!’ He held out his hand. “Friends again?”

Ron smiled and took his hand. “Sure, mate. Come on, sit with us.” He patted the seat next to him and Ginny leaned over the table.

“It’s good to have you back where you belong, Harry.” She said.

Harry noticed everyone staring at him in shock. “It’s good to be back.” He answered. ‘No, it’s not! Somebody help! What’s wrong with me?!’

None of the words were able to leave his mouth, though. The only things coming out were things he was sure Ron wanted to hear from him.

“So, what’s been up with you lately? And why are you hanging around with all those slimy Slytherins?” Ron asked, distaste colouring every syllable.

Harry shrugged. “They were convenient.” He said, trying desperately to stop talking badly about his friends. He really did care for them, they were true and loyal to a fault, they just picked who they gave that loyalty to more carefully. But they had been wonderfully welcoming when he switched over and he didn’t want to do them a disservice by cheapening that connection with untrue words. “I don’t need to hang out with them anymore, now that I’ve got you two back.” He said.

Ron smiled and nodded. “You don’t need Hermione or Neville, either.” He said.

Harry frowned. “I... Guess not.” He said reluctantly. ‘Great, now what am I going to do? I’m losing everyone that means so much to me! All my true friends!’

Hermione came up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Harry, why are you over here? Come on, let’s get to class.” She said.

Harry shook the hand off and sneered at her—an expression that felt all wrong on his face. “I don’t need you. Or Neville. Go on without me, I have my first friend back. I don’t need anybody else.” He snapped. ‘Oh, God, Mione, I’m so sorry!’ He thought as her face took on a look of dismay, then suspicion.

“Alright, Harry. Be safe.” She said, then left.

Harry felt his heart break. ‘Don’t leave me alone with them! I do need you!’ He screamed in his head, wishing the words would oblige him by reaching his mouth and coming out.

Ginny sniffed. “The only girl you need is me, right, Harry?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at him.

Harry smiled, feeling sick to his stomach as he confirmed, “Yeah, Gin. You’re something special to me. Always have been.”

Ginny beamed. “I always thought we were meant to be.” She said happily.

“We must be. That’s the only thing that explains the connection I felt the first time I saw you.” Harry told her. ‘Okay, now I’m going to need to wash my mouth out with soap. And bleach.’ He decided.

“Well, I’m done. Ready to go to class?” Ron asked, getting up.

Harry nodded and stood. “See you after class, Ginny. We need to talk.” He said.

Ginny smiled widely. “Yes, we do.”

She thought of the marriage contract she and Dumbledore had written up for Harry to sign.

The headmaster didn’t know what exactly they had planned, but she had assured him that Harry would consent to it, and he would eventually come to his office to sign it.

Soon, they would be doing that.

*****

After class, Harry found Ginny in the common room. He went and sat with her. “How have you been? We haven’t spoken in a while. I’m sorry.” He said. ‘No, I’m really not, you were mostly a stalker that hero-worshipped me, and I want absolutely no part of that! Why is this happening?!’

Ginny smiled. “It's fine, you’re here now, I can forgive you for being led astray. It happens sometimes, but those that are fated will always find their way back to each other in the end.” She cocked her head. “Have you thought of the future? Marriage and things like that?”

“Yeah.” ‘But not with you!’ Harry thought frantically.

“I actually had Dumbledore help me draw up a marriage contract. I knew you’d come back to me eventually.” Ginny said.

“Oh?” Harry asked, interested in knowing what exactly she thought he would agree to.

“Mm-hm.” Ginny hummed. “See, it states that I will give you three children, hopefully at least one will be a boy, but I’m not going to fight Mum for a record or anything, and that I will get an allowance each month. It’s not much, just two hundred galleons. Also, once I’ve had your children, I’m allowed to have lovers, because you don’t want to be the only intimate touch I’ll ever know, do you? That’s not really fair to me.”

Harry nodded his agreement, while he seethed inwardly. ‘You little bitch! If I’m going to marry anyone, I’m asking for full fidelity!’ He thought, the words held inside by whatever force was compelling him to complacently go along with everything Ron and Ginny said and did right now.

“Of course, if I like something, I will teach you to do it, so you will be the perfect lover in a few years, so don’t worry.” Ginny added. “Do you want to sign it? We will be so good together. We can have Dumbledore and Ron witness it for us.” She said.

Harry nodded. “Sure, why not? We can do that right now.” He suggested.

They went up to Ron and Ginny got his attention.

“Ron, I explained the marriage contract we drew up to Harry, and he wants to sign it now.” Ginny said, holding tightly to Harry’s hand.

Ron looked up from the broom he was waxing. “What, like, right now?” He asked in irritation.

Harry nodded. “Immediately.” He confirmed.

Ron sighed, but set his broom aside. “Fine, let’s go to Dumbledore’s office. I’ll sign as your witness, mate.” He offered to Harry.

Harry smiled at him. “Great, thanks!” He said cheerfully.

‘Why am I doing this? The contract is ridiculous, it gives Ginny all the power in the relationship, and I don’t even love her! I love Tom!’ Harry thought frantically, while his outward body and manner seemed perfectly at ease and happy with the way things were going. ‘Why can’t I stop this?!’

They got to the gargoyle and Ron started listing off sweets. It opened for “Cockroach cluster” and they went into the office.

“My Boy! Mr. and Miss Weasley! What can I do for you?” Dumbledore asked happily.

Ginny smiled and tossed her hair—right into Harry’s face. “Harry and I would like to sign the marriage contract now, if that’s all right with you.” She said haughtily.

Dumbledore nodded. “Of course, I have it right here.” He said, pulling a scroll out of his desk drawer.

Harry and Ginny took the two seats in front of the desk and both signed the contract.

Ron signed as Harry’s witness, Dumbledore as Ginny’s.

“I’ll hold onto this until you two are ready to make it known that you are affianced.” Dumbledore told them. “I wish you two happiness and many children.”

Ginny smiled. “We’ll definitely have that.” She said.
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