Disclaimer: If Harry Potter was mine, you'd be seeing some Draco/Harry loving in it. So obviously, it's not. How sad.

Author: Gay Rain

Title: A Prince's Challenge

Summary: Draco is the Prince of the entire kingdom. Harry is merely a poor lord of Gryffindor. So what happens when Draco falls in love? What if Harry doesn't like the royal family?

Pairing: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione & maybe others

Warning/s: maybe Mpreg, slash, bottom!Harry (don't like it? I suggest you leave)

Author's Note: I started this story a long time ago. I can only hope it still sounds good. Next chapter coming very soon, this is merely the short prologue.

PROLOGUE

Two men walked gingerly down a dirt road, sweat forming on their faces as they trudged. It had been a whole day ago that they had started this walk and as the sun fell and rose, both men were still as determined as they were when they began. These men were completely opposite from each other and if a person were to look at them, they would not call them friends. And they weren't. One, with pale skin, hawk like blue eyes and white blonde hair, was a lot tidier and sturdier then the other, who had tanned skin and black hair. If you were to ask any of the villagers about these two, you would also hear that the blonde was a lot crueler, and that he did not like anyone but himself and that was very true. The other, who goes by the name of Jasper Potter, was a lot kinder and had the habit of seeing the good in people who were vindictive.

These two were not friends and they would never be. The mere thought of being friends with Jasper Potter made Lysander Malfoy laugh. The two had set out together yesterday as a challenge formed by the king who lay on his death bed. King William was a kind man and much loved throughout his kingdom, but when news had reached all villagers of him dying, it seemed a great sadness set upon the beautiful lands in which he joined long ago. He had called among strong soldiers and tested them for a reason in which no one knew and then there were two. Jasper didn't like fighting that much, but it was merely a game, he was not killing. While Lysander was quite upset that killing was not option. Another reason they were so different. The king had spoken to them of the dragon that tormented the people of Kriskendo and begged that they defeat it. Whoever would do such, would receive the great honour of becoming king after him. Jasper knew instantly that the only reason the king was doing this now was that he had no heir to follow his lead and instead, he needed a strong young man who could lead his kingdom safely. Lysander didn't care what the reason had been, he wanted to be king and he would kill the dragon before the other man.

And so here they were, two different men. Both young and thriving but at the same time, both with completely different agendas. They were smart, they believed, if they work together and that's just what they did. In no time they had reached the dragon in its glory. It had not been what Lysander had expected. It was smaller then he had imagined and glowed an almost purple color, it did not even challenge the blonde as he pointed the sword at the tame beast. Jasper, however, did not feel this was right and stopped Lysander, explaining this to him, only to have the other man laugh at him.

"This beast is tame, leave it be. It is but a baby doing what it was born to do. Killing sheep to eat is not horrible, we do it" Jasper had tried to explain, he once again received a laugh.

"We buy the sheep, we grow the sheep, they are ours to eat. I will slay this beast and become king"

And so he did, with no respect for the poor dragon doing what was natural to it.

Slay a beast that does no harm, forever shall you be cursed. One day, good will mix with your family and change your kingdom, love will hurt, and your heir must be ready.

The whispered words that swayed in the air from an unknown source did not scare Lysander as he turned.

"As king, I will be kind, Potter. You may have the poor land of Gryffindor. May you be the humblest Lord of such a pathetic state"

And that, my friends, was how the story began.