I promise to love you,

I swear I'll be true,

I love you to bits,

That much is true,

I love to earth and back,

My words tell no lie,

I promise to love you,

Till the day that we die.

Draco Malfoy was the most stuck up, snobbish, and downright rude prince in the castle, that was the rumor that was circulating around the castle one sunny morning. It was the first day for Harry Potter, his family had all just gotten jobs in the castle, and he was yet to be assigned, unlike the rest of his family who all had positions and jobs they were off doing.

Harry decided to take a walk through the castle, figuring he would take this time to explore his new home. He was nearing the chambers of the royal children when he heard voices. They seemed to be shouting, although Harry was too far away to tell what they were saying.

He walked closer, caution lacing his every step, if he was caught he didn't know what he would do. He would most likely get cast out of the castle, and his parents would hate him, something he didn't think he would be able to live with. As he drew closer he could now hear the voices of two people.

"What did I tell you? No roses in the bath!" Harry was startled, this voice was young, definitely male, but held an air of confidence that Harry was sure he lacked.

"I-I didn't put roses in the-" The second voice was cut off by the first, and Harry was shocked at the difference in tone.

"I'm not an idiot, I'm sure you realize." There were stammers of 'of course not' and 'yes I knows' from the second voice, and Harry was sure at this point that the second person was a servant.

"Then you would understand I know when there have been roses in my bath." The voices lowered for a while, and Harry had to strain his ears to hear the last bit of the conversation.

"Leave."

"I-I'm sorry?" Dread settled in Harry's stomach, his eyes wide as he realized what was happening.

"I have no use for a servant who doesn't listen to the orders that they are given. Pack your things and leave the castle at once."

The second person burst into tears, and ran out of the door room which had previously held two people, running into Harry as he rounded the corner. Harry stopped the boy and wrapped his arms around him, allowing him to cry into his shoulder, and offering some sort of comfort for the crying boy.

"I thought I told you to leave." Harry paled at the voice, looking up to see a blond boy, with strikingly grey eyes. His voice, which held authority, was nothing compared to how he looked. He stood tall, head held high, an air of importance was around him, and Harry had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

What if he got cast out of the castle along with this boy? That would be awful, what would he tell his parents? Where would he live? He realized, as he snapped out of his stupor, that the other boy was gone, and it was just him and the grey eyed fellow, who looked to be around the same age as Harry.

The blond haired boy let out a sigh, holding out his hand and helping Harry to his feet. "What's your name? I've yet to see you around the palace."

Harry bowed his head, presuming this boy to be a noble, as it was the only thing he could concur. "Harry Potter, sir. My family and I have just arrived today."

The blond boy let out a chuckle, a smirk plastered onto his face. "What do you do?"

Harry looked up in confusion. What did he do? He did a lot of thing, he read, drew, cooked, and a whole list of things he couldn't even name. Realization flashed upon his face, now understanding the question he had been presented with.

"I'm yet to be assigned a job," Harry said adding a quick, "Sir." to the end of his sentence. The blond noble looked to be deep in thought, before his face lit up.

"I'm in need of a personal servant, one who is always by my side, and will do everything I ask. As you saw my old one wasn't….the right fit. You shall be his replacement." Harry looked at this boy in shock. Who was this boy and what kind of power did he hold that he could just say something and it would be so?

The boy started walking off, leaving Harry to follow quickly behind, figuring it was better to go along then suffer consequences of staying put.

"Prince Draco!" Harry vaguely wondered who they were shouting at, ending up surprised when the boy in front of him turned around and stopped walking. The person who had shouted, seemingly another servant by the looks of him, had now caught up, and was panting hard, trying desperately to catch his breath. The prince and the strange servant conversed in hushed whispers for a while, before the servant ran off, after giving a short bow of course.

"Uhm, Your Highness?"

"Call me Draco."

"Draco? Who was that?" Silence ensued before Draco turned to face Harry with a smile on his face.

"You'll see." Draco turned back around and continued walking leading the two to the palace garden, somewhere Harry had always longed to see, but never thought he would have the change to. Draco sat down, motioning for Harry to sit beside him, and for a while the two sat in a soft silence.

Harry let his mind wander, questions floating about, queries plaguing his conscious. Why had this prince let Harry be his servant? Who was that strange servant? Why was he being so…...nice? Would Draco let him draw here? What about the rumors? Who started them? Why d-

"Penny for your thoughts?" This snapped Harry out of his daze, his mind returning to the present, gaze moving over towards Draco. He didn't know whether it was a request or a demand, if he would be allowed to keep quiet, or punished for not speaking up.

"I was wondering if….you would allow me materials…...to draw with." Harry said, breaking the momentary silence between the two. He realized his asking was stupid, the two had only known each other for a couple minutes, what reason would the prince have to allow him drawing equipment. Harry wouldn't have been surprised if the prince fired him on the spot.

"Of course, I'll have them sent to my room." Harry let his face break out into a smile, forgetting his place for a moment and hugging the blond boy. He quickly jumped back, however, as he remembered he was a mere servant, and that Draco was royalty. Draco pulled Harry back into a hug, chuckling at the surprised yelp that came out of the servant's mouth.

The two lay down in the grass, staring up at the sky above them, talking and laughing like they were somewhere else. Pointing out odd shapes in clouds, and blowing dandelions around, at one point they even had a water fight, taking water from the pond and splashing each other with it. But right now? Right now the two were just sitting there, staring up at the sky in silence.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"What are we?"

"Humans?"

"No like, what are we?"

"Friends I guess."

Silence ensued for a whole minute before Draco broke it, looking over at Harry.

"I've never had a friend before."

Harry smiled at this, both talking just above a whisper.

"Neither have I."

Harry smiled at the memory, it had been four years since he had met Draco, and both boys had grown into men, both at the age of 18, and they now shared a close bond. Harry wondered how he had been so lucky, a year back the two boys had gotten promise rings, as their relationship had progressed to something more than friends.

On Harry's 18th birthday Draco had proposed, and Harry couldn't have been happier. His parents approved, and so did the royal family, which surprised both boys. And now the two sat, under a tree near the pond, in the garden they had grown to love.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Harry smiled up at Draco, the two sharing a short kiss before resting in each other's embrace. Harry was happy here, with Draco by his side. And he was sure that even if Draco wasn't a prince, they would still be just as happy. Even fate couldn't tear them apart, they would be together forever, Harry thought.

Until the day we die.