Mistakes ~ Part Three

A/N: Again, thanks to all those who've reviewed! *Gives all big bear hug* You rock! :D Here's the third and final chapter. You know what they say, three is the magic number :D More blonde-ism here. Ah well. Bella is kinky ;D Yayness for the return of the squirrel! And yayness for Morgana! Enjoy! Don't forget to review one final time! :D:D Ah, this was fun to write.

Arthur struggled against the ropes around his wrists and ankles, desperate to be free so he could get away from the mentally unstable witch, only to cause himself more pain. Of course, they were magical so they could hardly be broken, but Arthur was blonde after all. Freezing at the sound of footsteps and the occasional creak from the stairs outside the door behind him, Arthur cried as panic overtook him. Someone was coming. He struggled one last time as the door opened before he winced, shutting his eyes and pleading,

"Please don't hurt me! I'm too pretty to be tortured!"

His reply, however, was an unexpected one. Laughter. He dared to crack open his eyes only to see his manservant, crippled with laughter, at the foot of the bed. Face turning a nice shade of purple as he suppressed a blush, Arthur glared. Princes didn't get embarrassed.

"I never thought I hear the crowned Prince of Camelot beg! I wish I could capture that moment just so I could replay it over and over again!" Merlin chortled, wiping tears from his eyes. Arthur ignored his comments, relief flooding over him. He started to rant.

"Merlin! Thank the heaven's you're here! The witch kidnapped me and tied me up here! She's gone to get a whip of some sort and she's melting something, I think she'd going to kill me! Oh, please, help me! She wouldn't stop kissing me and she's done things to me I never want to speak of again!"

Merlin's laughter cut short and he stared at Arthur, who tried to back away from the suddenly poisonous boy. Anger drowned in Merlin's eyes and he glared at Arthur's neck with such a passion, the prince felt the need to apologise. Merlin had noticed the vast scarlet and violet blotches on Arthur's neck. The love bites.

No body hurt Merlin's boyfriend.

"Blondie! I got the food! Let's get kinky!" Came the shout of Bella as she rushed up the stairs. Merlin's eyes shined amber as loosened the ropes to the point where they vanished, allowing Arthur to scramble up and off the bed, rubbing his wrists and taking shelter behind Merlin. The door swung open, revealing a grinning Bellatrix with a bottle of cream in one hand and a bowl of melted chocolate in the other.

She froze and faltered, her eyes clouding over in confusion.

"Hey. Come to join the party?" she asked and Merlin scowled, his eyes burning with amber as the magic hissed,

"Arthur is my princy! I don't share! Feel my wrath!" he held out his hand and her eyes widened in horror, the bowl dropping from her grip and shattering on the floor. Just as Merlin was about to release the magic, there was the unmistakable sound of wood thumping as it hit something solid. Bella was paralyzed momentarily before her eyes rolled back in he head and she fell forward to the floor, unconscious.

"And that's for calling me Blondie!" Arthur exclaimed. He'd hit her round the back of her with the hilt of his sword. Merlin whooped and they high-fived.

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When Rodolphus returned home from the strangest day of his life, shortly after awaking from his little black out, he walked into the bedroom to find his fiancée on the bed, like some sort of sleeping beauty. He smiled brightly, hugging her and waking her up at the same time. She blinked, groaning groggily and rubbing the back of her head,

"What happened?" She asked. Rodolphus just stared at her for a moment. He gave her a look that said 'you don't remember?' but she just groaned and swung her legs off the bed. "The last thing I remember was walking out the café after you went starry-eyes for Malfoy. And now, I've got one hell of a head ache. What did I do?"

Shaking his head, Rodolphus simply pulled out his trusty pad and a lime green crayon and wrote his reply.

"Oh, nothing".

She shrugged, feeling the need to eat something sweet. For some reason, she had the image of two emerald eyes running about her mind… Looking down, she paused,

"Why is there melted chocolate all over my carpet?"

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Merlin and Arthur fell to the forest floor with yet another thump at the end of a long serious of bumps and bruises. Arthur grumbled as he sat up, holding out his hand so Merlin could get up without hurting himself. The squirrel scratched its head before retreating into the tree. It was severely confused. At a glance at Merlin's still amber eyes, Arthur narrowed his own emeralds,

"You're a sorcerer!" He exclaimed and the manservant hung his head,

"Yeah, I am. But I wouldn't ever hurt you! Not like that witch! Pinky swear!" He held out his little finger and Arthur took a moment to think it through before his looks softened and he beamed,

"Pinky swear!" He repeated as they did the said action. Nodding, he finished, "Let's not speak of today again".

"Agreed".

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As they walked back through the corridors of Camelot to Arthur's chambers, everyone oblivious to what they'd just been through, the boys glanced at each other knowingly. It was as if nothing had happened. That was until Morgana walked past them casually, looking them both up and down and smiling deviously. The boys glanced at each other again, anxious.

The thing about Morgana was she was a seer, meaning she could dream the future. And since the present was always the future at some point, Merlin knew the Lady Morgana could have seen what had happened. Arthur didn't know about her powers. Her grin widened and all she said was,

"Oh, I know".