The Missing Prince

Rated T*for now*

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or anything like that.

Warnings: contains slash pairings meaning boyXboy and what not. If you don't like it leave. Dumbledore Bashing, Language

Authors Note: Welcome to another chapter of The Missing Prince! I'm not to clear on a first years schedule because my internet sucks, so I'm just doing the basics for now. But for the most part this will be about everything being explained to Draco since it is now his turn to learn what he really is. And he will of course hear about what happened to Harry first.

Ok quick thing, someone said Blaise was black not Italian…Blaise is actually a half black and half Italian hence the Italian last name Zabini, I doubted myself but I checked and he is indeed of Italian descent. Thank you.

Chapter Eleven: The Official First Day

Harry looked at himself once more in the mirror before turning to Draco who was standing by his desk organizing his things into his bag. "Do I look ok?" he asked suddenly feeling self-conscious. After going around and looking at the rooms while Draco was getting ready he was quite bored and realized he didn't spend a lot of time on his appearance. The rooms themselves were amazing with a small common room that looked like any other, two bedrooms, one slithering green and one Gryffindor red, and a large private bathroom that connected both rooms. The bedrooms themselves were of a simple matter, having just a full sized bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a nightstand. There was nothing to amazing about the rooms.

Draco looked over at Harry, "You look fine. Why are you worried about that?" he walked towards harry who had turned back to look at himself in the mirror.

"I just, I don't know, I want to look my best. Make a good impression."

"There are no more impressions after the first impression." Draco pointed out bluntly, "besides, no one is going to care what you look like. If they did they would have told you that your hair looks dreadful."

"Well not all of us want to spend as much time as you do in front of the mirror greasing down our hair." Harry rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Draco? Three hours?"

"Three hours is a small price to pay for beauty." Draco sniffed turning around and walking back to his desk. "Besides some of us don't want to look like a Weasley Ragamuffin."

"Are you calling me a Ragamuffin?" Harry grabbed his bag and moved to stand beside Draco.

"I would never do such a thing." Draco grinned obviously lying.

"You're a terrible person."

"I don't know about you but I happen to like the Ragamuffin look on a certain burnet haired green eyed boy."

Harry blushed, "Really?"

"Yes." Draco grinned putting his hand on Harry's cheek, "Makes me look so much more refined in comparison."


"Good morning Beautiful." Harry smiled already knowing who was talking. He turned to find Blaise waiting for them outside of their rooms. He wasn't alone, flanked on his sides were Greg and Vince.

"Good morning Blaise." Harry smiled.

"I assume by beautiful you mean me." Draco interrupted the exchange glaring slightly at Blaise.

"Whatever makes you happy." Blaise rolled his eyes.

"Why did you have to take my compliment?" harry pinched Draco, "That was directed at me wasn't it Blaise?"

"Yes it was." Blaise walked towards Harry and wrapped his arm around his shoulders. "No offence Draco, but blondes just aren't my type."

"What is your type?" Harry asked not noticing Draco getting angrier by the second.

"Brunettes." Blaise grinned.

"Seems you have good taste." Harry laughed as they started to walk towards the dining hall.

"Obviously the saying blondes have more fun was a lie." Blaise grinned motioning towards Draco, "Or the Malfoys wouldn't act the way they do."

"Maybe they're just true blondes behind closed doors." Harry looked up at the taller boy, "You remember last year's Christmas party."

"Oh that's right, Mr. Malfoy got into the really strong alcohol." Blaise raised an eyebrow, "I never knew a man could dance on a table quite like that."

"Me neither," Harry's eyes took on a horrified look, "Or that Uncle Sevvy is a total light weight. I thought Siri was going to wet his pants the amount of time Uncle Sevvy turned to him and yelled."

"Ah but I think the potted tree by the door was the recipient to most of the yelling." Blaise shook his head, "Poor thing, never knew what was coming."

"Ah mother was angry about that the next day." Harry agreed.

"I never knew such a thin, pale, greasy, old man could hold that much vomit…and cuss words." Blaise pointed out.

"Oh Blaise you should have seen it, it smelled for hours until father got the idea to just burn the plant." Harry laughed, "Mother just moved it outside figuring it, like us, needed some fresh air."

"My mother was wretched when she got back from that party also." Blaise made a gagging noise in the back of his throat, "She vomited all over the stair case. Nearly broke my ankle trying to avoid it all."

"That sounds terrible." Harry sympathized.

"It was."

"Draco what's wrong?" Greg asked the blonde haired male who had a death grip on his bag.

"Nothing Greg. Come on, let's go." He began to walk quickly moving up to Harry's side and grabbing his hand non to subtly pulling out of Blaise's arms.

Harry looked up at Draco and smiled squeezing his hand and leaning into his side as they walked though still talking to Blaise. "I wonder what class we'll have first."

Blaise wanted to rage, how dare Draco ruin such a good moment. Well he supposed he would have to let Draco cherish the time he had now with Harry since it would all be over soon. he was going to have Harry all to himself and he would make sure no one got in between them. Nothing would stop his plan, not even this 'soul mate' business. "We'll probably have something extremely boring, no doubt making us wish we never got out of bed this morning."

"No, all the classes are fun. I'm sure we'll be fine." Harry said reassuringly not knowing how wrong he was.

"Well Good morning Harry," Hermione greeted the boy who was walking towards her after saying good bye to Draco. She wondered if Harry knew how adorable he looked blushing when he kissed Draco on the cheek before quickly moving away. He probably didn't even know that Draco would have a light pink blush staining his cheeks as he watched Harry move across the room. Only when Harry was practically sitting at the table would he move to the Slytherin tables and sit down next to that boy Blaise Zabini.

"Good morning Hermione." Harry sat beside her pulling a piece of toast on his plate and pouring a cup of pumpkin juice. After a moment of eating Harry spoke again, "So how was it last night."

"Well, after you left I had to listen to Lavender and Pavarti go on and on about how cute you are." Hermione smiled at the blush on Harry's cheeks. "Then of course Ron had to go be an insufferable git and start ranting and raving about you. It was very annoying."

"Sorry about that."

"You have nothing to apologize for. It's all Ron who can't just grow up." Hermione shrugged.

"Now Herm don't be like that." Ron suddenly appeared on the opposite side of the table grinning. "I only do it to get your attention."

"Stuff it Ron." Hermione glared at him.

"I don't see why your choosing him over me. After my family was so kind to you?" Ron growled. "You ugly little bi-"

"Now Ronneykins-"

"why are you-"

"talking about-"

"the lovely-"

"Hermione Granger-"

"like that?" Harry looked up to see two identical red heads standing beside Ron. One had their hand wrapped around Ron's mouth while the other was in the process of grinding his fist into Ron's side. And by the look on Ron's face, it was pretty painful.

"Thank you Fred, George." Hermione smiled gratefully. "Oh have you both met Harry?"

"We've seen him a few times-"

"But we've never met him."

"Well, introduce yourselves." Hermione prompted.

"My name is Fred Weasley." The one with his hand in Ron's side smiled at him.

"And I'm George Weasley." The one with his hand on Ron's mouth smiled.

"And it's a pleasure to meet you." They both stepped away from Ron, both extending their hands for Harry to shake subtly pushing Ron to the ground.

Harry sat confused before shaking both hands and smiling, "Well I'm Harry Potter."

"Oh we know that." The one called George, or was it Fred, grinned. "Sorry about our little brother."

"He's a real prat that one." Fred, or was this one George, said.

"Shut up." Ron growled picking himself up off the floor and sitting on the bench.

Dumbledore watched the group laughing at the Gryffindor table. He could honestly say he was lucky that harry had been placed in the one house he favored above the rest. They were the only house to show him such blind unwavering loyalty. And he certainly needed it at times like now. He tapped his finger on the table as he tried to think of what to do about Potter. He certainly could not have him realizing the truth about what happened all those years ago. He also had to make sure that Harry never fully remembered the time he spent with his parents. From what Severus had told him the boy was unconsciously suppressing his memories in an attempt to block all the painful things. He had seen the pictures of the boy's scars that were filed when the Malfoys adopted him. He wasn't able to cover them up or provide a legitament reason as to why the Malfoys, or rather why Narcissa Malfoy the last Black couldn't adopt Harry. He tried to tell them there were plenty of other places to put him but damn that Lucius had created such a logical and sound argument he couldn't argue it. He tried to tell him that he would take the boy in himself if they could find no one else suitable but Lucius had quickly put a stop to that saying that the Headmaster was obviously much too busy to watch after a toddler who would need a lot of attention and companionship. He then went on to say that he had a son the same age and a wife who had already grown to love the boy. The ministry of course granted Narcissa Harry Potter and because she was married to Lucius he was granted it as well, even though he didn't apply for parentage. Needless to say Dumbledore had not been having any luck with finding a way to talk to the boy alone. But now that the boy was on his territory he would figure something out. He would get Harry Potter whether he came willingly or not. And he knew just the way to get him some alone time with the boy. It was time for a little chaos to happen within the safety of Hogwarts.

Draco sat at the table annoyed at the group of extremely loud Gryffindors if he had his way he would slaughter them all. Ok, wow that was too much maybe simply curse them beyond recognizable belief to where they didn't even know who they were or what their own names were.

He looked up when an eagle came and sat in front of him. He didn't even notice the morning owls arriving and by the looks of it this was a Malfoy postal bird. What could his parents possible have to say to him?

He pulled off the parcel and the letters tied to its leg and after giving it some of his breakfast shooed the bird away. The other owls that needed to come to the Slytherin table weren't landing at all with the large bird looking intimidating besides Draco.

He opened the first letter and recognized the script as being his mothers. It was two letters rolled together so he could only assume one was addressed to harry and reading the name at the top he immediately put that one away to give to him later.

Dear Draco,

I hope the journey was easy on you both. I don't want there to be many problems though I expect you are going to experience a lot now that you've both left the safety of home. We heard from Severus that Harry was placed in Gryffindor. How wonderful! We suspected it all this time didn't we? Give Harry the love and support he will surely need as he adjust to not being by your side. I know you will disagree and feel that you need it more but sadly you do not. I'm sure you've realized by now that you are the dominate one in your relationship. Thus you have a lot of weight to carry on your shoulders. You have to be ready to give Harry what he needs. Don't start thinking that I'm telling what you already know and I'm being annoying and nosey. You've always been able to provide more than enough for Harry but that was when you were children. I'm afraid we never told you both the true extents of being soul mates or how much this will truly affect your lives. That is why in the package along with plenty of goodies for both you and Harry I have included a book on everything you need to know about Soul Mates and all the ins and outs. Be ready for all that is about to happen to you Draco. Be ready for the pain you are going to feel, Harry is growing up faster than any of us first thought and this little phase he is going through where he barely talks to anyone isn't going to last forever. He's going to need answers and he's going to change. Not everyone matures as early as a Malfoy. Read the book then contact me again. I love you my dear and I wish you the best of luck. Be watchful of Dumbledore because no doubt he has created some plans for you both. Best of luck, your mother Narcissa Malfoy.

Draco looked over the letter once more before moving on to the next one. It was from his father this time. He was trying to decide whether to read it now or later and decided he might as well get it over with.

Dear Draco,

I'm sure your mother is going over most of everything in her letter and I'm sure you're going to read your book. But once you have done so, you are to have lunch with me tomorrow. Just you and not Harry. That gives you a day to read the book and I expect you to read it. Severus will take you to where we will meet. Lucius Malfoy.

Draco stared at the letter. Why were his parents acting like something terrible was about to happen? How strange. He stood up placing them in his pocket before indicating to Blaise, Greg, and Vince that it was time for them to leave. They all nodded standing up and heading out of the doors. He figured he would give the letters to Harry once they reached their class. After all, they both had Herbology right now so he could do it then.

"Draco? What's that?" he turned to find Greg pointing at the box he was caring.

"Oh, it's just some sweets for Harry from our mother." Draco shrugged, "I'm sure he'd be happy to share them with you when we get back to our dorms." He put the package into his bag and turned to walk to their class only to hear his name being called out. He turned to find Harry walking towards him smiling. He felt his bad mood and worry from earlier disappear at the sight of that smile. "Harry? What are you doing? Have you finished eating?"

"Of course I finished." Harry smiled slipping his hand into Draco's. "Oh Draco you've got to meet my friends."

Draco suddenly noticed the group of Gryffindors walking behind Harry. They all seemed to wither under his gaze and he found a small pleasure in it.

"This is Seamus Finnagan, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Lavender Brown, Pavarti Patil, and Hermione. You remember her." Harry pointed at everyone as he spoke.

"Yes I remember her." Draco said through clenched teeth.

"Oh and guys, this is Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle." Harry repeated his earlier actions. He didn't notice the tension between the two groups he simply smiled at them all. "Well come on lets go to class." He grinned pulling Draco with him to the green house. Once they got inside he sat down at the table followed by Draco who sat next to him. "Draco, what did mom send you?"

Draco smiled at Harry's expectant face, "She sent me a book." He almost laughed out loud at how dramatically Harry's face fell. "And she sent you some sweets as well as a letter. I wouldn't be surprised if that mutt of yours sent you something as well." He felt a warm feeling in his chest at Harry's happy face.

"Really? Can I have some now?" Harry asked expectantly turning to face Draco since they still had some time before class started and everyone else was talking as well.

"Right after breakfast? I think not." Draco shook his head. "But when we return to our rooms you may have a little before dinner later. I also think you should share some with Vince and Greg. I'm sure they would like that very much."

"Of course I will. Are they going to come visit us in our rooms?" Harry asked sticking his finger in the dirt that was spread all over the desk.

"Yes they are." He pulled Harry's hands out of the dirt. No use getting dirty before they had too. Before he had a chance to say anything more Professor Sprout walked in calling all attention on her and he sat up to pay attention pulling out his notepad as she spoke.

Harry could describe his class as one thing, boring. History of Magic was so unbelievably boring. He didn't know how Draco and Hermione were still awake. Everyone else it seemed had decided it was the perfect time to take a nap. And they were right, it was. Professor Binns droned on and on about something that happened a billion years ago that nobody cared about. In Harry's opinion they were dead now; what was the point in learning about dead people. Well unless they came back as ghost. But if they came back as ghost they should be teaching the students about what really happened. Not some retold, reprinted, rewritten version of it.

History was boring, probably the most boring class by far. He prayed to whatever deity was out there that the class was almost over. He wanted to see what he got from Mother. Of course Draco wouldn't even let him carry his candy. But that was alright. He would get it later and not share any with him. Maybe Blaise but not Draco; no he could go read his book.

Harry smiled satisfied with his decision and took a moment to look at his soul mate. The word was still new to him and somewhat strange on his tongue. He didn't know if he could think of Draco as his soul mate. He loved him of course but was it soul mate love? In all the stories he'd heard about them their love was magical, but what Harry felt for Draco wasn't magical. It was just normal. He remembered always loving Draco. And why shouldn't he? They boy had saved him. The boy played with him all the time. Draco took the time to help him make his handwriting legible. Draco taught him all the small details about magic. It was Draco that sat with him when he had a particularly bad memory about his childhood. It was Draco who lifted him up when he couldn't see or reach something. Why wouldn't he love the boy with all that he had? Of course he loved his parents too, and he loved Uncle Sevvy. And he loved Sirius. But the love he felt for Draco was different. It wasn't like their love. It was almost like, if they died Harry would be sad but he would be able to live on. But if Draco died…Harry shruddered at the thought. If Draco died he didn't think he could go on. He didn't think he could find the will to keep living if he didn't have Draco at his side. He'd only gone through a handful of days without Draco and those had been terrible; even if it was only a few hours.

Harry turned to look at Draco. He watched his as Draco pushed a stray blonde hair behind his ear while writing down the gist of Professor Binns lecture.

Maybe that's what a soul mates love was? Maybe it was just the idea that living without the person who meant the most to you was impossible? Maybe it was just the thought that there was one person who it seemed your entire world revolved around? It was something many people experienced and probably didn't know it. Maybe none felt it to the extent Harry did when he was with Draco but that didn't make it any less of a soul mate bond.

Harry nodded his head. Yes, Draco Malfoy was his soul mate. He could sort of believe that. But now what did being soul mates entitle again?

Draco watched Harry sitting on the couch with Vince, Greg and Blaise. He was sharing his box of sweets with them all. Draco figured this was the perfect time to read his book. He pulled it out and opened it to the first page. He rolled his eyes. It was basically about a lot of stuff he already knew about. He knew that the role of Soul mates was split into a dominate or 'top' and a submissive or 'bottom'. He knew that he would be the dominate because of his behavior when he was separated from Harry. He knew that being Soul Mates there was no one in the world who was a better for him than Harry. He knew that being a soul mate meant that his soul's other half, literally, was Harry's soul. He continued reading until his eyes caught something he didn't know.

'No,' he thought looking up at Harry with his eyes widening, 'That wasn't possible.' They never told him this. They never mentioned this in the cute stories about soul mates. Now he knew why his father wanted to talk to him immediately. He just wasn't sure if he was ready.

A/N: finished!