Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Exotic ❯ Chapter 07 ( Chapter 7 )

Finally, the 7th chappie of Exotic! ^_^

I really hope you like it, it took me quite some time to finish it, and I was really insecure whether to post it like that or not. I've already finished this chapter before I posted the last one.

I wasn't sure if I should let it end like that, and I decided that I didn't want to keep you waiting any longer. You have all been so patient with me and the long pauses between the chapters, so I think it is only fair that you get two updates in a very short time.

So, have fun, and tell me what you think.

 

I also wanted to thank you all for all the sympathy for my father, and I wanted to let you know that he is doing much better. He is a fighter, and I sometimes have to stop him from overtaxing himself. He has good and bad days, and I'm stay with him as much as possible to help him on the bad ones, but they've become less and less with time. He is even working again, showing me the ropes so that I could take over for someday. By now we are closer than ever. After my parents' divorce we had some troubles, but we've talked things over and they are truly in the past now. I never thought this could be possible before.

I've turned from dreading my life and wanting out of it to being content and somewhat proud of who I am. Life looks up now.

Don't get your hopes up too much, I'm still working hard, and I might not be able to update as much as I want to. But we will see. At the moment I am happy and happily writing. ^_^

 

Disclaimer: I still do not own a god damned thing. ^_^`` Sad, isn't it?

 

 

Exotic

Chapter 07

 

Harry tugged at his clothes in distaste. With a pout he turned towards Draco. “It's too tight.”

 

Draco focused his attention from his own clothes to his companion's. A slow smile spread on his face. “Hell, yeah.” He knew he was right with choosing those tight black shorts and the sleeveless black west for his companion. It made his creamy skin shine and glow.

 

Frowning Harry eyed Draco's somewhat matching clothes. His trousers were for one longer, he had a similar looking vest on, and he was clad completely in white.

 

With a low chuckle Draco drew his pet into his arms, enjoying the feeling of skin and leather.

“You know, little one, this is the day we've waited for. Finally we will compete for our Lord's affections.” He kissed the head safely tucked under his chin. “And you my dear, will make sure that all is attention will be focused on us. Which red blooded wizard could refuse that?” With a chuckle he slapped the pert bum of his pet, making said pet squeak with indignation.

 

Pulling back Draco smirked and kissed Harry's forehead in apology. Then he fetched a black robe and proceeded to hide the delectable site before him.
”This is something only his lordship and me are allowed to enjoy. “After putting on another dress robe himself he took one last look at himself and his companion. “Very well, good enough for civilised company and well prepared for later courtship in once. I think this'll do nicely.”

 

Pulling Harry close again he kissed him deeply and whispered. “I will be busy for most of the festivity. Keep close to me, my father or Sev. Don't talk to anyone if possible. This is a part of the ceremony. All candidates and their parents meet, checking out competition. It is often very clear who are the most likely candidates, and it's the time where the first alliances are formed. It is my job to get to know this people and their needs, so that if I become the first consort, I will be able to get them on my side, not against me.”

 

Harry stared at him, wide eyed. “Could they prevent you from being the consort?”

 

Draco stroked his back calmingly. “No, lovely, no. But they could make life hard. No ruler can be truly successful without his subjects support, especially the influential ones. And if I can soothe all the ruffled feathers of those not chosen, it will make life easier for all of us, and it will be a first test of my abilities to rule.”

 

Harry smiled at him and gave him a soft kiss. “Good luck.”

 

 

 

 

Draco could feel his stomach rumble with nervousness. He took a deep, calming breath, schooling his face into a calm polite façade. He was here to prove himself in front of his peers. Today was the day of the choosing. Today all available and compatible young wizards and witches were gathered in the palace to meet their Lord, to prove their worth.

 

Draco watched his father chat politely with other lords whose children participated in the event. This was the first gathering of the candidates and their parents, afterwards they would be shown to their rooms where they would wait for their Lord's arrival. Tomorrow the court would gather and the new consort would be announced. If two would be chosen, they would share the responsibility of the Lady's position, one would bear the heirs, the other would assist the Lord when it came to politics, social events and running the palace affairs.

 

And now it was important to research for competition, and forge new alliances. Draco knew, if he was to become the new Consort, he needed the support of at least some of those who hadn't been chosen. He knew at least some of his friends from school didn't really want to be chosen, while as true Slitherin they wouldn't pass a change if given to them. So today he needed to find out what they really wanted.

 

He returned his attention toward the group of candidates he was most familiar with. Young Purebloods like himself. He even went to school with most of them. There was his closest friend, Blaise Zabini, who was a rather fetching and intelligent young fellow, who liked to live with as little responsibility as possible. So it was likely that he wouldn't be too unhappy about not being the royal consort. Finding him a competent husband would more than pacify him. Blaise had plenty money himself, but he was just too lazy to be bothered to handle estates and finances. And Blaise had friends. Rich, lazy and influential, better to have on your side.

Draco took in his surroundings. There was quite a crowd of red heads. Weaslys were known to be numerous, poor yet well educated and they often tended to be experts in their favourite field. With other words, ideal consorts. Problems with pureblood consorts were often that they had been raised to look pretty, bear children and handle society calls. Nothing more.

Any husband who wanted a little more depth in a relationship needed to find those rare exceptions only few families brought out in their children. As poor as they might be, a Weasly loved his children beyond everything in the world, and wanted them to be happy. They were allowed their own personality, and that showed later on. It would be easy for them to find a match, but if Draco found good and loving matches for them, it would positively influence their opinion of him and his lord.

Draco had to fight a blush. He knew it was his own upbringing that had himself acting as if he had already been chosen, but he felt rather brazen thinking like that. The cleared his head. Now was not the time.

Neville Longbottom was a little more difficult to understand. Draco knew that he would be more than happy with a hole in the ground to hide in. He was too skittish and nervous to have any kind of aspirations. But there was his grandmother to consider. As old as she might be, she was highly influential among the older wizards and witches. To have her on ones side would secure the support of a rather withdrawn but nonetheless important community. But Neville would need a strong and secure partnership to flourish.

Draco threw himself in a conversation with the nervous young wizard. He needed to know as much about him as possible.

 

 

 

Harry sighed with boredom. Since he wasn't as well bred and well educated as all those other young wizards he wasn't the ideal choice for a conversation. He kept in the shadows, hiding a little, so that he didn't embarrass himself in front of all these people.

Pouting slightly he let his eyes travel through the crowd. Soooo boring! He sighed and shifted, leaning against the wall, trying to get comfortable. He started to fumble with the robe's bottoms, opening them, showing a tantalising glimpse of what's underneath. He felt a little suffocated by too many clothes.

He didn't notice that somebody had joined him in the shadows.