Dreams

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**Chapter 4: Prince**

Draco Malfoy was an extremely attractive man, even despite the curse that constantly tormented him and prevented him from resting. His face looked spectacular as only he could look, with liquid silver eyes that had a strange mysticism. He was a tall, slender, muscular man with platinum blonde hair that reached his shoulders. He was lying on his enormous bed reading a book about the conquest of the continent. After a while, as the dawn light began to peek through his window, the prince decided to get up from his large bed where an attractive woman was still comfortably resting beside him, looking at him with sweet eyes.

—Leave — The prince did not care about the girl’s real disappointment. She simply got up from the bed, gathered her clothes, and left silently. Draco poured himself a glass of wine, while his enigmatic eyes became misty.

—Prince — One of his guards approached silently, clad in shiny armor — A lettuce messenger from the Admiral has arrived — Draco nodded solemnly, without taking his gaze off the sunrise.

—I will receive the news in my office — He took the last sips of his drink.

—Prince, the Queen wishes to see you before the day begins — Draco’s face remained calm.

—Prepare my bath — He ordered. The maids waiting outside came in with hot water. The maids left the bathroom as he bathed. At the window, a pure black owl watched him with curiosity.

—Come here — The owl perched on the edge of the tub. Draco took the letter from the small compartment on its back. It was a simple note.

*I have it, I’ll be there sooner than you think. Don’t die*

Draco snorted loudly. With boredom, he tossed the note into the water to dissolve the contents. He finished bathing, especially his hair, and emerged with a cloth covering his intimate parts.

The maids waited for him outside, and without needing instructions, they helped him dress, dry, and style his hair. At the end of their hard work, the prince looked as handsome as ever. The maids sighed.

—Enough — clapped the castle chief Minerva McGonagall, to dismiss the girls from the site — My prince, your mother is waiting for you in the garden — Draco nodded solemnly, left his room, and walked towards his mother’s favorite garden. Upon arrival, he saw a beautiful woman sitting at a table full of delicious foods. The woman was blonde, had piercing blue eyes, looked too young to be anyone’s mother, her face was serious and solemn with simple makeup that highlighted her beautiful features. She wore an olive green dress and simple but dazzling jewels. Their eyes met, and from that serious face emerged a smile that made her even more attractive.

—Darling — his mother gestured for him to sit beside her, and Draco did so.

*Elsewhere*

Harry looked disinterestedly at the food beside him, his hands tightly bound to the rails of a bed by metal handcuffs. How long had it been? More than a week without a doubt if he counted the number of nights seen through the window. His face, now visible, was somewhat pale and looked dirtier than a week ago. A man came to untie him every 5 hours and to bring him food; this was his cabin now, it was enormous and elegant.

Harry had spent a week resisting eating, but he could take it no longer. Since he arrived there, he had severely injured 5 different people and slightly injured 3 others. After person number 6 found a way to make him not attack anyone, now only civilian women from the kitchen came to bring him food.

*Knock knock*

Harry put the mask on his face. He said nothing more.

—Hello, boy — An old man entered the cabin, carrying another tray. This old man was named Dumbledore; he was the same old man he saw the first day. If he wanted to blame someone, he should blame himself; he hadn’t been suspicious enough. He was the one who brought the misfortune upon himself. Even if Percy had sold him, he had had the first contact. He only hoped that with that money Percy would pay his debt with the red seals.

—I see you haven’t eaten — the old man sighed loudly. Harry didn’t care; he had always had much more resistance than anyone else he knew. He could go without eating or drinking for a long time without it affecting his physical appearance, he could go without sleeping, and even his wounds healed without leaving any marks on his skin. The only scar was on his face.

—I’m so sorry — The man placed the tray next to him on the bed; it was now meat with mashed potatoes and vegetables, along with pumpkin juice. He wanted to laugh; at home, they ate meat only twice a week, and usually only when everyone gathered. It wasn’t remotely similar quality meat and the portion was so small.

—You should eat something — His voice was reassuring. Harry felt too lazy to attack the old man when he untied him. Harry shook his head with exhaustion; aside from his slightly pale and dirty face, he looked the same as the first time, as if he hadn’t gone 7 days without food or water.

—And if we make a deal? — he asked with a cheerful tone, Harry ignored him — Don’t you feel dirty? — With those words, Harry moved his body uncomfortably. It felt like thousands of ants were crawling on his body. Even if he lived in that wretched place, Harry was a very clean person; he used to bathe frequently at home and didn’t like the feeling of dirt sticking to his skin — I’ll tell the girls to prepare a bath for you, but could you do me the favor of eating this — he pointed to the new tray.

Reluctantly, Harry took off the mask, took the cutlery with difficulty, and began to eat roughly. Dumbledore smiled confidently, looking visibly pleased.

—You have such a lovely face; you look a bit like my son when he was a bit younger — The old man said while observing his face. Harry looked annoyed but didn’t stop eating as he had been very hungry — I’m sorry, keep eating — Harry ignored him all the time. When he finished eating, he stared at the old man intensely while chewing on an apple.

—Well, I’ll keep my part of the deal — The old man took the golden tray with the empty plates and the leftover food.

When Albus left the room, the kind smile left his face, revealing only a serious one. The Admiral was standing there watching him with sharp eyes.

—You always get what you want — Zabini smiled calmly. Albus put his friendly smile back on — How do you always get everyone to do what you want?

— There is no one more difficult than the prince. If you can convince the prince, anyone else is relatively easy. Still, this boy reminds me a bit of my son when he was his age — Albus looked at the door thoughtfully — Tell the maids to prepare a bath; the poor boy stinks — he smiled one last time before heading to his own quarters. Zabini looked at the old man with a twisted smile before giving the order.

—Prepare the hot water; our guest wants a bath — he shouted authoritatively before turning on his heel and continuing on his way.

*Elsewhere*

The prince was engaged in a fierce battle with one of his most loyal knights. The two men were fighting in a friendly match that from a distance looked like a duel. But before anyone could do anything else, the prince simply struck fiercely, knocking his opponent down.

—The Prince has improved a lot — smiled the opponent, a man named Regulus Blanck, who was Draco’s sworn knight. Technically, he was his uncle, coming from the long and honorable lineage from which Draco’s own mother descended, but since Draco could remember, this man had been his closest mentor.

—Letting me win is not good; I know you control your strength — Draco wiped the sweat from his face. He looked very handsome in just a white shirt and dark pants that accentuated his attractive legs. Most of the castle’s maidens watched him with love and desire.

—Prince, don’t be modest; even if you think I’m better than I really am — The older man’s smile was charming. Regulus, like all his family, looked young for his age, attractive with silver eyes and long black hair down to his shoulders. Draco had been his pupil since he could remember. Being the queen’s cousin and coming from a good family helped him to be the future king’s master today.

—Your Majesty! — a knight arrived running. Draco turned to look at him with disinterest — I bring news; the Admiral’s warships have entered our coasts. According to the report, they will be here in approximately an hour — Draco nodded.

—Tell the maids to prepare my bath. Uncle, I have to leave you — Draco spoke first with his assistant, who quickly left the site, then spoke to Regulus, who smiled in response — Say hello to Uncle Sirius — he left the training field with an elegant gesture.

He couldn’t help but smile a little, but he set it aside upon perceiving that people were looking at him with interest. He returned to his usual impassive demeanor.

*Elsewhere*

Harry looked so attractive. He was comfortably reclining in a tub of hot water while scrubbing his skin with a cloth. His throat couldn’t help but release a sound of enjoyment.

He looked with interest at the clothes on his bed. They were simple but of good quality. An hour ago, the foolish Admiral and the smiling Old Man had burst in while he was sleeping and informed him that in 2 hours they would arrive in Slytherine

*...specifically to the capital of the Serpent, home of the royal family.*

They had never explained to him what they were going to do with him; they had only said that he would find out everything soon and that he needed to dress very well.

Harry closed his eyes, actively fearing being sold as a slave or becoming a recognized phenomenon. His power was something very troublesome, but he still didn’t believe that someone like the great Admiral or the old man would sell him to just anyone.

—How disgusting— he sighed as he buried his face in the water of the tub.

Cont.