Walking On Glass ∆ Drarry AU

three ∆ conversations over wine

Noticing the deep, bleeding gash on Sir Harry's upper arm, the guards immediately escorted him to the castle infirmary.

After his wound was dealt with, he was taken to a sizable room, which had absolutely no windows to be seen. Two guards stood watching from the door, as the knight took a seat in one of the tall-backed, dark green and black chairs placed around a stained glass table situated in the middle.

Fire crackled peacefully from behind. The wonderful sound of a violin could be heard. It was surprisingly serene.

Until a young man, whom the knight vaguely recognized, literally burst through the door, startling Sir Harry much more than he'd like to admit.

The slender blond eyed the knight curiously. "And who might you be?"

Prince Draco.

That's who the man was.

Sir Harry swallowed hard, before standing. "Your Highness, I am Sir Harry from the Weasley Kingdom."

A scowl formed on the prince's lips. "I wasn't informed of your arrival..."

"I'm here to discuss a peace treaty with the king," he said quickly.

"Ah, is that so? Didn't know they were sending second-class knights to discuss peace treaties." There was a hint of disgust as those last words left the prince's mouth.

Instead of saying something, Sir Harry just narrowed his eyes in response.

Prince Draco's own eyes soon found their way to the knight's bloodied arm. "I see the forest didn't treat you very well. Feeling better now, though, I assume?"

"Yes..." Suddenly, being reminded of the searing pain, he shifted. "Uh, Doctor Snape is good. Said there'd be minimal scarring. Not too sure if he'll be correct, though. If he is, I'll be amazed, that's for sure."

Sighing, the prince strolled over, and took a seat opposite Sir Harry. A servant walked in not a moment later, carrying a bottle of wine.

"Your Highness," he said, as he took one of the conveniently placed glasses from the center of the table, and filled it with a generous amount. He then laid his eyes on the knight. "Would you like some as well?"

"Ah, no thank you." He smiled, before adding, "Probably will just do me more harm than good."

The servant stared at the two for a moment, before giving a small bow, and quickly walking out the door.

"So," Prince Draco began. "You'll be staying overnight in the castle?"

"Yes, I assume so."

"Lovely."

There was silence.

"You know what? Personally, between you and me, I think the bard is pretty handsome, don't you?" the prince stated, with a grin. "Blaise!" he called out over his shoulder. "Come over here, won't you?"

A young man with a dark, striking complexion strode over to where they were seated. On his shoulders rest an olive green cloak, which Sir Harry believed was the most colorful thing he had seen since arriving at the somber castle.

"Your Highness," he said softly, before kneeling and reaching out his hand.
Sir Harry observed, amused, as Prince Draco took the bard's outstretched hand, and lightly pressed his lips to his knuckles. It was clear that this wasn't the first time this exchange had occurred.

"Blaise, this is Sir Harry from the Weasley Kingdom. He's here to discuss a peace treaty..." The prince let out a quiet laugh, and looked to Sir Harry with a surprisingly blank expression. "...but don't you find it strange how he's speaking with me, instead of my father?"