Before the two princes could react, they found themselves alone in the dining room. Harry, now alone with Tom, couldn't help the blush that crept up on his cheeks.

"So will you now, officially, tell me your name?" Tom practically purred at the slightly younger prince.

Harry's eyes flashed. "Forgive my…reluctance…out in the forest. I simply did it because I didn't know who you were, surely you understand my reasoning?" Harry said meekly, not looking in the other prince's eyes.

Tom hummed, before smirking. "Why were you out in the forest, hmm? Surely a place like that is…"

"I can take care of myself!" Harry hissed.

"Too dangerous for a pretty little thing like you." He cooed, continuing as if the younger prince hadn't interrupted.

Harry huffed. "I, ser, am many things. But pretty isn't one of them! Neither am I little!"

Tom smirked. "I beg to differ."

The younger prince scoffed, causing Tom to smirk before taking a step forward. Harry snapped his sulking gaze off the floor and up to the other prince, confusion lighting in the bright green orbs. "Why don't we get to know each other a little better, hmm?" Tom smirked again at Harry.

One week later, during Harry's birthday ball.

Music was playing, the guests were dancing, the servants were handing out refreshments. Everyone was having a blast, but they were slightly worried, as their prince had yet to show, but the Queen and King didn't seem worried, and they said that he would be down in a few.

About an hour passed after the party started, more than enough time for the late comers to arrive, the Queen and King stood up, and King Godric cleared his throat.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. Thank you for coming to my son's birthday ball. This is the year that Harrison is of age, therefore he's to marry." There was suddenly excited chattering amongst the young, unmarried ladies, all twinkling like birds at the thought of their "handsome prince" marring. "And, he's already been promised, before birth, to the heir of Slytherin!" At that moment, Salazar and his Queen came down the grand staircase and stood next to their friends. The girls all sighed unhappily as they heard that he was already betrothed. "Welcome the King and Queen Slytherin. And their son, Prince Thomas." Tom came down the stairs next, taking his place next to his father. "And finally, my son, Prince Harry." Harry was down the stairs, flashing a smile at the crowd.

Everyone cheered and clapped, for all four, but the pouting girls more for Harry than the other prince. Everyone was dismissed back to the party, two plush chairs for the visiting Queen and King were placed next to Godric and his wife, while Harry and Tom left their parent's sides to join the party.

Harry had come to, although he'd never admit it out loud, like Tom. It couldn't have been helped, as they were being married, and Tom had tripled his charm for Harry alone, and Harry was defenseless against said charms. They'd gotten rather close, much to their father's delight, and their mothers thought it was cute.

Harry had actually been kind of dreading this ball, as he had to dance, and it wasn't because he couldn't dance. He could, it was expected of him, but he had to dance with Tom, for the first time, in public. It wouldn't have been so bad if they were alone. Harry let Tom take the lead, who beamed at him, and danced through the night.

Tom couldn't have been more pleased. To the gorgeous boy in his arms, to the envious looks from the turkeys in dresses. He couldn't lie, when he first saw the boy on his horse in the forest, he knew, well, not that it was the prince that he was betrothed to, but that the boy was his. His. And Tom'll do anything to keep it that way.

In the shadows, an enraged, red-headed girl was fuming. She was suppose to be the princess of Harry's dreams, not him!

Tom felt heat of being stared at spread across his neck and twirled around. He caught the brown eyes that seemed to shoot daggers at him. Rage exploded in his own chest, the need to protect and fight for what was his clawing at his control. He ignored it, for now, and bent down to purr a sweet nothing in Harry's ear, causing the blush that was already there to darken. He spun them again, so the servant had a clear look at the blush, that he caused, something she'll never do.

NO! What does he think he's doing? That Prince is mine, way before he was ever yours! She raged, not feeling the pain as the glass in her hand shattered, the clear liquid making the new cuts sting. Red dripped onto the floor, staining them slightly. She glanced down and shook her hand, dislodging the glass from her skin, scowling.

Harry looked around Tom's shoulder as they spun, seeing the flash of pale blond. He scowled slightly, as he and the young Malfoy didn't seem to get along. The blond didn't seem to trust Harry, and when he questioned Tom about it, Tom said that he wouldn't do anything. But Draco hasn't even looked at him since Harry spoke to Tom.

Harry didn't know what discouraged the boy, but he had a strange feeling that Tom had something to do with it. But it didn't bother him, even if he did do something.

Tom fought back a pleased purr as Harry rested his head on his shoulder as the song ended and a different song started. He pulled the younger closer and tighter against his own body. The body tensed for a moment, but slowly relaxed again, the warmth that seeped though their suits was addicting. It was also pleasing to see that flash angry brown eyes from the shadows.

He was successfully worming his way into the pretty prince's heart, and once fully there he was going to claim him fully.

Harry was going Tom's, his eyes flashed at the thought of the red-head, and no one was going to stop him.

this was a filler that was suppose to be for thanksgiving, but just posted ^.^