"Feeling any better honey?" Emily asked her only son.
"Yeah, a little."
"Well, Grandpa Dudley is coming over to read you a story."
"Mum! No! Tell him I'm sick or something."
"That's why he's coming-"
"Hello!" Grandpa Dudley burst through the door. "How are you Charlie?"
"Fine."
"Wanna hear a story? It's about adventure, and wizard duels, true love, magic, revenge and friendship."
"Fine, but no kissing scenes." And with that, Grandpa Dudley started the story...
Draco lived in a small village where every one knew him.
"Oh, he will have such a beautiful wife some day." They would all whisper, but Draco ignored them. All he cared about were flying his broomstick and bossing the replacement house elf around. Okay, so he wasn't really a house elf. Some days, Draco would watch as Harry chopped wood in the backyard, his messy black hair falling in his face, unable to resist Draco ran to the open door and called out,
"Servant!" Harry would then look up; he would push his round glasses back on his face, his green eyes curious. "Make sure to polish my broom tonight." Draco would stutter.
"As you wish." Was all he ever replied back.
"Servant! Bring me more firewood?"
"As you wish." This went on for days, until Draco realized, while sitting in front of the fireplace Harry had just made him, that 'as you wish' meant, 'I love you.'
"Servant!" Again Harry looked up, his hair falling in his eyes. "Er, come here, would you?" Harry walked up silently, swinging the small axe as he did so. "Blow out the fire?"
"As you wish." But before Harry could walk in, Draco stood up on his toes, kissing him. At first, Harry was surprised, but then started kissing him back.
("Grandpa! I told you I hate kissing books!"
"Well this is how the story goes.")
They finally pulled apart, and Draco looked down sheepishly.
"I permit you to use magic now for your work." Harry chuckled, rubbing Draco's cheek with his thumb.
"As you wish."
Two weeks later, Harry asked Draco to marry him.
"Oh yes yes!"
"Now, I don't have any money," Harry explained, "So I shall go overseas to find some."
"That's ages away my love." And Harry embraced Draco in a chest-breaking hug. But the time for Harry's departure came faster than either of them hoped for, and Draco took it especially hard.
"But what if you don't come back? What if you get lost, or something bad happens? I couldn't live with my self-knowing if something did happen to you. Harry!" Draco leaped forward grabbing Harry's arm, preventing him from leaving past the gate. Harry turned around, dropped his little brown bag, and held Draco's face in his hands.
"I promise that I will come back."
"But what if you don't?" Draco whimpered.
"Shh. Draco, this is true love, you can only delay it, never break it. Not even with death. Do you understand?" Draco nodded, tears rolling down his face now. "Good." Harry kissed his forehead, and left into the sunlight.
("Any duels soon?"
"Soon Charlie, soon.")
The next day, word went around that Harry Potter, the servant of Draco had snuck onto a pirate ship that night before.
"He's on his way." Draco would tell himself. But soon, another word came around, one that brought a new horror to Draco.
"They say that the T.M.R ship got to the one that just left last week, and they never leave survivors." Harry was dead. For days Draco didn't do anything but stare into the fire and at the firewood Harry had chopped just for him.
"I will never love again." Then a pound interrupted his sorrows.
"The Princess is here, and if you don't come greet her in the heart of the village, she will surely kill you!" Said a cackling voice. Draco sighed, not that he cared if he was dead, but he knew that they would question him about Harry, and he couldn't handle that right now. Standing up and stretching, Draco walked out for the first time in a while.
"All hail Princess Ginny!" Claps went around the village. Draco didn't bother with it though, he could really care less. "Princess Ginny will now pick one of you young men," the announcer called out, his wand to his throat to produce more sound, "to be her future husband! So please step forward!" Draco, through all his resistance, found himself shoved to the front line. It wasn't that Ginny wasn't pretty or anything. She had long red hair and brown eyes, but he wanted Harry.
"Oh! Father! May I have him?" She pointed to the crowd, Draco prayed it wasn't him.
"Who ever you desire my dear." Whispered King Albus.
"You, boy, what are you called by?" Draco looked up to see the announcer staring right at him.
"D-Draco Sir."
"Let me hear a shout for, future, King Draco!" The crowd roared with delight. Of course know one told anyone that he already was in love, no one knew. Princess Ginny tugged him up onto the carriage with her, and kissed him.
"Nothing like Harry," he thought.
("Grandpa? So far this story is lame."
"Shut it Charlie. I just started.")