I had to get this story out of my system. I was struck by inspiration all of a sudden! It was like a struck of...of...fireworks! Well, I do hope all of you enjoy this story. Oh, please do give out some

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Summary: Hostility sparks between the two powerful kingdoms, Gryffindor of the North and Slytherin of the South. Soon enough, a war was born, taking love ones through battles while many lives are lost. Pain only gained from it. Harry, the heir of King James and Queen Lily, has set out to end this war at all costs. Even if he has to play pretend love with the Slytherin's own insufferable git of a prince, Draco Malfoy! Can the two pretend their way through their engagement, or will they simply be at each others throats before they say their 'I do's' at the alter? Slashy goodness. Don't likey don't ready!

Couplings: DracoHarry, RonHermione, JamesLily, LuciusNacrissa, ArthurMolly, SiriusRemus May add other couplings in later chapters

Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I do not own Harry Potter. If I did, then Draco and Harry would be together. Forever. Too bad I don't own it!

Oh, and please, try not to cry in the first part. It may seem sad, but don't worry! Things will lighten up!

Chapter One

The Royals

Cries of mourning were heard from the silent castle. Despair clung onto the air like gas poison while a woman sobbed, clutching onto her son's dead body. Tears spilled from large, emerald eyes at the sight. The woman's usual cheerfulness was not present on her tear stained face.

"My...s-son!" she cried, clutching to the redheaded boy's bloody body. The throne room was filled with pained faces, seeing the redheaded woman sinking into despair broke their hearts. A beautiful woman with brilliant green eyes placed a comforting hand on the sobbing woman's shoulder.

"Molly...," Lily whispered, hurt flashing across her eyes as Molly Weasley shrugged her hand off. Harry looked down at the bloody, pale face of Fred Weasley. It was strange to see him all pale and lifeless. The raven haired teen wished that this was all a joke. A joke where Fred just jumps up and screams out 'Ah! I'm alive!' with that usual grin placed on his lips.

He wished that it wasn't real. Just make believe. A joke so he could just laugh at them all and be slapped by his mother for his antics. A joke so tomorrow he could play a prank on one of them with his twin brother, George. He wished that it was a joke. Just a joke, make believe. Anything but this.

Too bad it was all real.

Harry's heart clenched when he saw his best mate's shoulders shaking. The redheaded boy lost a brother, no, the Wealsey family lost a brother...a son. A brunette beside him choked back her sobs, tears spilling from her dark eyes.

Harry looked over towards Fred's twin brother, George. Emotions churned in his stomach when he saw the face of the redhead. Instead of his usual grinning face and mischievous eyes, his eyes met a cold, haunting gaze. A gaze of loss of his other half.

Harry shivered.

Harry's father, James Potter, stood from his throne, his eyes holding feelings of remorse and sympathy. His jaw was clenched when Harry saw the somewhat accusing look that Arthur shot to his father. To his king.

"My...c-child! P-please, wake up! P-please! Please!" Molly screamed out hysterically, her knuckles turning white. Lily's heart shattered at her friend's call for her son. She gripped her shoulder comfortingly before holding the sobbing woman in her arms, ignoring the pushes from Molly.

"Molly, I'm sorry." she whispered, tightening her hold on her when Albus, an elderly, yet wise man, took the boy's body away from her for an autopsy. Molly almost knocked Lily off, but luckily enough, the queen stood her ground.

Molly's cries became louder and more hysterical, arms outstretched towards her deceased son. "No! No! Don't take him! He's alive! I know it! My son can't be dead! He's alive! No! Don't take him away...No...no...Don't...please...God, please don't..." she cried, her body shaking.

Ron tightened his lip into a thin line while he watched his mom. He felt two pairs of arms around him, making him blink his sad, blue eyes. He looked down to his two friends, who both buried their heads into his numb arms. He felt their body shake with silent sobs.

"I'm sorry, Ron...I'm so sorry," Harry whispered while Hermione's cries grew louder.

Another tear rolled down his cheek.

Gryffindor was busy with rushing villagers that were getting late for their dinner. Shouts of children could be heard in the kingdom, tired smiles appearing on their faces. Even sorrow was evident in the palace, but that didn't stop the occupants to busy themselves for the upcoming battles.

The battles of the Great War.

"Ron!" the Gryffindor prince called to his friend, bright eyes filled with worry. The redhead looked over his shoulder, his eyes tired like his spirit. Harry bit his bottom lip when he saw his friend's melancholy face.

It has been a month since Fred's death and funeral, but the feeling of loss was still lingering about. Harry placed a comforting hand on the taller boy's shoulder. Ron weakly smiled at him. "Thanks mate," he said in a tired tone.

Harry gave him a reassuring smile. "Just rest. You've been on the fields too much," he said. Ron opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped by the pleading look that his friend gave him. "It's okay. I've already talked with my father about this. You and your family need to rest for awhile. Slytherin agreed to meet with us for a meeting," Harry reassured him.

Blue eyes narrowed dangerously. "Slytherin's royal family is coming here to negotiate?" he asked. Harry sighed before nodding. He knew that his friend held a strong grudge against the Malfoy family due to the war and his brother's death.

"Ron, we need this meeting if we're going to stop this war," he said before sighing, letting his hand run through his raven locks when he saw his friend glare at him. "Damn it, Ron! I'm sorry that I can't fight out there with all of you! I wish that I wasn't born a Carrier so I can stopped that blasted bastard that killed your brother!" he yelled at him, his temper getting the better of him.

"This...this genetic mutation isn't my fault, Ron! I'm sorry that I'm boy that can get pregnant! I'm sorry that my mother and father conceived me on their private chambers! I'm sorry that I came out of my mum!" he yelled out, tugging at his locks in frustration. Ron spluttered before placing his hands on his friend's shoulders.

"No, Harry. I'm not blaming you. I'm sorry that I was being an arse...It's just..I just wished I killed that yellow belly bastard," he whispered, letting his head drop on the smaller boy's shoulder. Harry looked at his friend with a sad smile before patting his back.

"I'm sorry that I talked about my parents conceiving me and coming out of my mother." he said jokingly, making Ron chuckle. "Five out of one hundred males every century can become Carriers, Harry. You're special." he said, feeling a bit awkward.

Harry rolled his eyes before pushing his friend away from him softly. "Ron, I look like a bloody girl with no breasts. It's not what you call the greatest thing in the four kingdoms. Sure, I don't have to go lady training, but I can't go outside and play Quidditch like you and normal guys." he said with a sigh.

Ron laughed.

"Well, you are the heir to the throne, but you do get lessons for self defense," Ron said with a grin. Harry punched his arm in playful manner. "Yes, but if anything happens to me, that means you or one of your brothers take the throne. Shall I take notes of every word you say, King Ronald?" he asked, batting his eye lashes in a joking manner.

Ron slapped his shoulder softly before laughing. "Nothing is going to happen to you, my Prince." he said with a large grin. Harry returned it with his own. "My prince, my arse!" he yelled out, stealing the redhead's cap.

"Why you little thieving prat!" Ron shouted with a grin, running after his friend.

The sky was settled into it's dark, inky canvas with small dotted holes in it's dark blankets. Tree tops shimmered in the moon's rays, howls of wolves echoing throughout the night's air. Clicks of a four pairs of hooves were heard throughout the forest, wheels moving.

Sharp, grey eyes looked out the carriage window, eyes gleaming. The male's features were lit up by the eerie light of the moon. His silvery blond locks swayed softly with the movement of the moving carriage.

"My son," a soft melodic voice whispered.

The blond teen turned towards the woman's voice. Blue eyes returned her son's strong gaze with her own, her face blank of emotions. "Yes mother?" he whispered back, knowing that his father was well asleep beside his mother.

"We are in the Lions' territory. Remember, they are cats with claws when provoked. Especially the heir." she said in a soft amused tone. A smirk tugged on the boy's lips at his mother's words. "Yes mother. But will that stop me from tugging on his tail?"

The woman laughed softly. "No, I don't think so, my little snake. But do keep in mind that this is a meeting for peace, not a meeting where you can simply insult the heir. You are a Malfoy, my son. You are Draco Malfoy, the son of Lucius Malfoy and Nacrissa Malfoy, the heir to the-"

"Slytherin throne," Draco finished for his mother. She smiled at him, placing her hand on his head. "My dear dragon, befriend the Lion's cub. He's quite the character, I heard." she said in an amused tone.

"I will try, mother." he said in a tired tone. Nacrissa patted his head in a comforting manner. "Sleep well, my snake. You will need it for tomorrow," she whispered, the wind singing in Draco's ears. Draco's eye lids drooped, his grey eyes hidden behind them.

"Goodnight my son."

"I'll give those slimy gits a one, two! See how they like that!" Ron exclaimed, swishing around his sword with raw elegance. Harry was seated on a window seat, watching his friend with a raised brow. "Ron, I don't think that's such a go-" he was cut off by a crashing sound.

"A good idea," Harry winced as one of the vases was shattered on the floor.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!" Hermione's voice shouted, smacking the boy's head. Her intelligent, dark eyes glared at him. Ron looked at her with a sheepish grin. "Ehe...Ooops?" he said. Harry chuckled at his friends' antics.

"Don't 'oops' me Ronald! That's the fifth one this week! You can't go around the palace swinging around the sword as if it's a stick! You heard what McGonagall said! 'No more-"

"'Sword swishing around the palace because it's not safe. You are able to cut someone's head off with that dangerous thing'." Ron finished her sentence, earning him a glare from the bushy haired girl. "Honestly, Ron, if you had been caught by McGonagall you'd be cleaning Albus's cauldrons by now!" she snapped.

Ron made a disgusted look. "Please, 'Mione, I'm trying to keep my breakfast down!" he joked, earning himself a playful punch on the arm. "You're lucky that I'm not the one who's holding that sword!" she exclaimed with a grin.

"Aha! The great Ron struck again!" the redhead poked her sides, grinning. Harry smiled at the scene unfolding in front of him. It has been years since he has known his best friends, but it was still a mystery to him on how they cannot see each other's feelings.

'Oblivious people,' he thought with a snort, turning his head to face the large window. The sun was bright and warm in the blue skies. Even inside the palace, Harry could feel the wind from the outside world. It was indeed a beautiful day.

From a distance he saw the large, golden gates of the palace open.

'That only means one thing,' Harry thought.

"The Slytherins are here!" he shouted while he fell off the window seat.

"Oof!" he landed on the floor, not noticing the alarmed looks on his friends' faces.

Draco sat patiently inside the carriage with his parents, ignoring their quiet conversation with one another. He looked outside the carriage window, admiring the green, beautiful gardens. From a distance he saw the palace, adorned with the Gryffindor flags hanging from the main entrance. He couldn't help but to notice the number of cats wondering around the palace grounds.

'Gryffindors,' he thought.

"Oh, look, dear. The family is already outside," Nacrissa pointed out. Indeed the royal family was standing at the steps of the palace. Draco couldn't help but to stare at the family in an awe. The king stood tall an proud, his black hair in a natural disarray. A woman stood beside him with a small smile across her beautiful features.

But he can't see the son in view just yet.

Her sunset locks were blown against the wind, her creamy complexion glowing in the sun's rays. "That must be Queen Lily. I've met her briefly in my childhood. She has a wild spirit," he heard his mother said.

His father snorted. "Her son must be possess the same spirit, but that doesn't mean he has her brains," he said in an amused tone. "Lucius!" Nacrissa said in a scolding tone. The blond waved his hand carelessly. "I'm just saying my thoughts aloud, dear." he said with a small smirk.

Harry stood beside his parents, his red and gold robes moving against the wind's breath. Behind him, the Weasley family stood, staring at the stopped carriage with distaste. He knew that his godfather and his partner stood beside his parents, eyeing the carriage in the same manner.

He felt Hermione stiffen by his side. He gave her a reassuring smile.

The doorman opened the carriage door.

'Time to face the snakes,' he thought with a soft sight escaping his lips.

A handsome, blond man stepped out the door. His dark, grey eyes looked at them all with a calculating look before he stepped aside. His blond locks were held back in a loose pony tail, his green Slytherin clothing slightly swaying with the wind.

A beautiful woman with golden locks stepped out of the carriage with a small smile evident on her lips. Her ivory skin seemed delicate with the silver dress she wore. You could tell she was whisperer of gossip if you saw that glint of mischief in her blue eyes.

'Fred would have liked her,' Harry thought, wincing when he felt that familiar stab of loss in his heart. The wound was still fresh. Harry slightly shifted in his place, but he kept his posture and his face calm.

The next blond that stepped out the carriage blew the air out of Harry's lungs. He heard his mother, Hermione, Ginny, and Mrs. Weasley take a deep breath when the handsome Slytherin heir stepped out. The boy possessed his father's stormy, grey eyes and pale, handsome features, but it seems that the glint in his eyes were from his fair mother.

He gave them a smirk.

'Dear lord,' Harry thought.

Draco couldn't help but to smirk when he heard the small gasps from the females. He let his eyes travel from the family that stood on the higher steps, recognizing them as the Weasley family. All of them possessed flaming red hair and freckles.

'Definitely the Weasleys,' he thought, also noticing the other two males that stood beside the king.

He looked at the girl with bushy, brown hair. She returned his gaze with a strong expression, her brown eyes slightly glaring at him. He quickly averted his gaze from her, not wanting to see that well formed distaste in her eyes. Instead of seeing a tall, proud Gryffindor son that he expected, he met the gaze of a small, feminine male.

He almost choked at the sight.

'That's a guy?' he thought with an incredulous look when he saw the Gryffindor heir. The boy had raven locks that stopped at his jaw line while his brilliant, green eyes were hidden behind glasses. Most of his facial features were from his father, no doubt about it, but they were softer.

Feminine.

This was not a normal boy.

"Welcome to Gryffindor," the king said with opened arms, snapping Draco from his thoughts. He glanced at his father, who raised a brow at the welcoming. Yes, indeed. They are in Gryffindor territory.

"Thank you for inviting us over, King...Potter?" his father said in a questioning tone, receiving a soft chuckle from the man. "James would be fine, uh..." he trailed off, blinking a bit.

"Lucius. Lucius Malfoy," Lucius said with a curt nod.

"Ah, yes, yes, of course, Lucius!" James exclaimed with a welcoming grin.

"This is my wife, Nacrissa Malfoy," Lucius gestured towards his spouse, who gave them all a smile. "Charmed," she said softly. Draco stood beside his mother, watching the smaller boy, who in returned raised a questioning brow at him.

"And this is our son, Draco," Lucius waved his hand towards him. Draco gave them a small, polite nod. The royal couple gave him a small smile, which he returned with a small, awkward smile.

James's hazel eyes looked at his wife and son, adoration shining through them before facing the Slytherin family with a proud smile. "This is my wife, Lily Evans Potter," he stated with a smile, intertwining their hands.

Lily gave them a charming grin before placing an arm around her son. "And this is our son, Harry." she said, her eyes glistening with happiness. Harry gave them a shy, timid smile. "Nice to meet you," he greeted them.

The Malfoy family gave them a brief smile.

"Behind me are our distant relatives, the Weasleys. Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Fr- Ronald Weasley, and Ginvera Weasley," he winced at the slip up, not noticing the redheaded family tense at the his mistake.

The redheads gave the Slytherin family a forced, polite smile.

James turned towards the two males beside him, grinning at the both. "And these are my best mates, Sirius Black and his spouse, Remus Lupin-Black." he said in a teasing manner, earning himself a playful slap from the amber-eyed male.

James chuckled at Remus's action, not noticing the awkward air lingering around the all. Lily gave them a warm smile, opening her arms up to them, her eyes bright. "Welcome to the Lion's den!" she greeted them.

"We are charmed, I'm sure," Lucius said in an amused tone, nodding at his wife and son before walking behind the Gryffindors. Draco stared at the other heir's back, who was currently whispering to the bushy haired girl beside him.

"Sorry...git...Fred...Forget...Slytherin...War...Handsome...Idiot...Still handsome..." were the words that he can make out from their whispered conversation. This certainly caught Draco's attention. Sure enough, he knew that they were talking about him, if not, they should be talking about him.

They entered the Gryffindor palace with no hesitation. The royal Slytherin family admired the architecture and art work found in the castle. A large family portrait was found at the top of a large staircase. From the top step there was a platform, where two stair ways were separated to be joined to the second floor.

The Gryffindor king stood behind his wife, smiling with a hand laid on her shoulder in a manner. His wife were bright with happiness when she held a small bundle in her arms. The small bundle was no doubt their son, who had his eyes squinted, a map of black hair on his head.

"Oh, isn't he adorable?" Draco heard his mother cooed. Lily smiled at his mother, thanking her. "He's a joy," Lily said, hugging the small teen against her. Harry grumbled under his breath when his mother took him in his arms.

"Now I wish that I had brought the cute picture of Draco when he was a baby. You were so cute, spilling drool all over your father," Nacrissa said, smiling at her son while she let her hand run through his hair.

The room was soon enough filled with laughter.

"Mother..." Draco grumbled.

Aha. Well, I had to stop somewhere. Besides, I'm currently working on the second chapter! So, interesting or no? Boring? Amusing? Read? And review? Well, of course! :D Please, do review nicely! Oh, and do forgive him about Fred. I love him, too, so it made me cry when I wrote that, but things must be done! R is for Read and Reviewing people!

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