They Say "Long live the king!" (Chapter 1)
Me no own HP. Yay J.K.R for owning such a wonderful right. AU. Possible OOC. I'll try to be IC. Okay. Sry. Bye. Read my fanfic and continue on.
In the Dark Kingdom...
Prince Draco was reading quietly in the study. He was particularly engrossed in this book, so much his servants just brought him lunch instead of tapping him and telling him to go to lunch. His parents were out attending to matters elsewhere anyway, why should they care?
"Your Majesty," A maid called.
Draco sighed,"Yes?" He asked, taking out his bookmark and sticking it inside his book. He shut the novel and looked at her.
"We just received word that your parents have returned, and would like to speak to you. They claim it's urgent," She said.
"Expressions?" He asked her as he found the books shelf and let it float up to it's fellows.
"Your father was unreadable, but your mother was beaming with joy," She claimed.
"FINALLY. Something good. I've had it with depressing reports," He thought to himself as he bowed and thanked the maid.
He hurried to the front staircase, and skipped a few steps.
"Be careful sweetheart you may get hurt!" Queen Narcissa said with worry.
Draco hit the bottom of the floor and checked himself over jokingly. "I look okay, I feel okay...I must be okay," He said and smiled at his mother.
"You always scare the devil out of us though," Lucius said. His voice was as cold as what their kingdom was, dark. Draco didn't mind the fact that they lived in a secluded valley, more work for the enemies.
"We come with excellent news," Narcissa beamed, and she seemed to hardly be able to contain herself.
"As so I've heard," Draco smirked. His eyes quickly darted to the clock, which read 5:30 p.m.
"We've betrothed you," Lucius said,"To Princess Hermione of the Earth."
Draco's smile faded,"What?"
"Princess Hermione. We were over at the Earth kingdom today, and they told us about Hermione like we told them about you. You two seemed like a perfect match, and even better, remember Princess Pansy of the Water?" Narcissa asked.
"Vaguely, but yes," Draco replied, wondering what the heck did this have to do with him being betrothed to a girl he didn't know.
"She's been betrothed to Prince Ron of the Fire, and us Queens and Kings-" Narcissa said but was cut off.
"Mostly Queens," Lucius added.
"Yes, agreed, but we thought it would be nice to hold a ball in all of your honors, including Prince Harry of the Light and Prince Blaise of the Air's," Narcissa finished.
"Oh-great? But where is this ball being held?" Draco asked and then pleaded in his head,"Please don't let it be the water kingdom, please don't let it be the water kingdom, please don't let it be the water kingdom!"
"The Earth Kingdom. There's enough light for the Light Royals, enough Darkness for us, enough wide-open spaces for the Air Royals, enough water for the Water Royals, and it's warm enough for the Fire Royals. And, duh, it's the Earth Kingdom, they shouldn't have a problem," Narcissa explained.
"Uh, sure, I'm gonna go think this through," Draco said and tore up the staircase. He ran down several halls to the tower where he was kept. It was the tallest tower in the palace, and he could see the entire kingdom from here.
"Bloody perfect," Draco thought.
MEANWHILE, in the Earth Kingdom...
Princess Hermione was being fit for a ball gown. It was green and brown, but sparkled.
"So, this ball, what's it for?" She asked her mother, who was making configurations.
"Oh, this ball is in honor of you and your fellow princes and princesses," She said,"And one other thing that involves you."
"Whats that other thing?" She asked. Her maids and mother giggled.
"You've been betrothed to a prince," One of the maids giggled.
"Which one?" Hermione asked in a heartbeat. She hoped it was Prince Ron or Prince Harry, they seemed nicer than Prince Blaise or Prince Draco, and some of the subjects who had once been prisoners of the Dark Kingdom shivered in fear as they talked about the tyrannical prince there. The ones who were prisoners of the Air Kingdom didn't shake or shiver, but they spoke with disgust about the not-the-best-prince-in-the-world-but-he's-okay.
"Prince Draco of the Dark," Her mother said casually, as if it was everyday she told a girl that the worst person she knew about was going to marry her.
"WHAT?" Hermione yelled.
"His parents told us he was smart, respectable, and he wanted to run his kingdom the way that a king should. They claimed that sometimes there were days where they didn't see his face directly, because it was always buried in a book," She said.
"The Dark Kingdom has been known for lying," Hermione said.
"Oh come on, he can't be that bad," She said.
After Hermione's fitting, she ran upstairs and cried.
"No way am I marrying a git who won't respect me," Hermione thought.
I've never seen a diamond in the flesh
I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies
And I'm not proud of my address
In the torn up town, no post code envy
(Lorde's 'Royals' shall be the song in this Songfic! I may go to another song if the storyline needs. Lets hope it doesn't, shall we?)