The Lost Heir

The Campions are Chosen

The magic of the castle seemed to vibrate with warmth as Hadrian leaned against the wall next to the Slytherin Common Room waiting for Draco. Through out the years waiting for Draco had become one of Hadrians favorite past times. Father complained constantly about Papa taking forever to get ready but Hadrian loved the results of his Precious taking his time, almost as much as Hadrian loved showing his appreciation for the looks his Precious made.

"Well hello Handsome," Draco said as he left the portrait hole and headed straight to him. Hadrian smiled as he pulled Draco close and rested his hands on his hips.
"Hello Beautiful," Hadrian murmured before pulling Draco into a kiss. Draco could have worn a potato bag and he still would have been the most beautiful person in the room, that fact would never change. But the days he put in extra effort Hadrian had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.
Laughing Draco pulled away after a moment and grabbed his hand, "We have to get to breakfast love."
"Your so mean to me sometimes," Hadrian complained but followed non the less, he let go of Dracos hand wrapping his arm around Dracos waist pulled him to his side.
"You didn't find me last night. I was disappointed," Draco said as they made their ways through the twisting dungeons and up the stairs.

"Viktor needed help with a spell he's been trying to master. We stayed up most of the night getting it right."
Draco sighed, "I knew it. I'm second place in your life now."
Hadrian stopped them and turned Draco to him, he pulled him close and raised a hand to cup his cheek angling his head up to him, "Give the word and I'll kill him. In anyway you want."
Draco leaned up and kissed Harry gently, "I adore you my bloodthirsty king. But Viktor can live....for now."
"Glad to hear my life means so much to you Hadrian," Viktor said dryly from behind them as they met in the entrence hall.
Hadrian glanced back at him and shrugged, "I like you and all, but I would kill you in a heartbeat if Draco asked."
"Anyone I asked right?" Draco quested with his eyebrow raised.
Hadrian smiled, "Give me a name."
"That's my king," Draco said softly and kissed his cheek, "Now lets go. I'm hungry and you know how I get when I'm hungry."

Together they made their way to the Great Hall before settling down at Slytherin and getting breakfast.
"Have you had a chance to talk to Fleur yet?" Hadrian asked Viktor as the Great Hall filled.
"Stopped by her carriage this morning, she wants to get together for lunch," Viktor answered, "We are going to add our names together."
"Excellent. We-,"

The rest of Hadrians words were lost as he felt Draco tense. The reason being obvious as a handsome boy forced himself into a seat across from him and looked at Draco briefly before dismissing him, turning his eyes to Hadrian and lowering his lashes.
"You left so early this morning Hadrian. I was hoping we could go to breakfast together."
Hadrian tightened his hold on Dracos waist as he felt him reach for his wand. Draco was well aware Hadrians unwanted admirer, Dimitri Volkoff was a dead man walking as far as he was concerned.
"Why would I go to breakfast with you Volkoff," Hadrian asked, annoyance thick in his voice.
"I just thought because we are in a new place we should stick together of course," Volkoff said smoothly.
Hadrian just barely kept from rolling his eyes, Volkoff knew very well who Draco was and ignoring him as he was didn't do him any favors.
"You are in a new place. I however am not, I have many friends that go here. Including my darling Betrothed," Harry gestured to Draco, "Volkoff this is Draco Malfoy, Precious meet Dimitri Volkoff. The ministers son."
Best to remind Draco why he couldn't just kill the impertinent prat.
"Charmed," Draco said with a sneer, "Lets go Hadrian the company has become droll."
With that Hadrian stood and held out his hand to help Draco, wrapping an arm around his waist he guided him out of the Hall.

"I want his heart," Draco said casually as they took a walk around the lake, pulling Hadrians cloak around him closer as a cold wind swept through.
November in Scotland was beautiful. Snow lightly frosted the ground, the shinning sun reflecting on the snow causing a sparkle like small diamonds on the ground. After so many summers in Bulgaria and at Durmstrang it was a pleasant change to the harsh winters Hadrian was used to.
"You will have it darling," Hadrian promised, "It won't be long until his father is no longer the Minister. Once the official banners go into effect he will no longer have his protection."
"Will he do anything?"
"No. He's an idiot and believes he's completely safe," Hadrian replied in a light voice, "He doesn't believe I would do anything to hurt him, even with the warnings given to him by others."