The morning sun streamed through the deep green drapes that surrounded Draco's bed, and sensing that he was being watched, quickly sat up and looked around him. He shook his head. He distinctly remembered closing the curtains before collapsing into his bed, and now there was sunlight?

Two large tennis ball eyes stared back at him from the end of his bed. The large bat like ears flopped around the tiny head as the house elf spoke.

"The Princess, sir, wishes to see Draco Malfoy, sir. Before breakfast, sir. The Princess waits in the common room, sir."

Draco rolled his eyes. Not even married yet, and she's already making demands of him. Pulling on his bed robes, he stumbled to his closet and grabbed a change of clothing. The house elf still stood staring at him.

"What?!" Draco said impatiently.

"Himmy must await his orders, sir." The little brown hands were wrung against the white sheet that was used as clothing.

"Tell the Princess I will be there shortly. After my bath."

The house elf, Himmy, bowed deeply before him and exited. Draco shook his head. The snores of Crabbe and Goyle echoed through the dimly lit room and for a brief moment in time, Draco wished he was still in the warmth of his own bed. He quickly bathed and dressed before entering the common room, now swarming with the same house elves that preceded Oliana before her sorting.

"Princess?" Draco said plainly. He leaned himself against the door frame as she stared back at him, smiling.

"Oliana, please." She waved a small hand towards the fire that had been lit by the elves, beckoning him to join her.

Pushing his weight from the frame, he strode towards her and mumbled a half hearted 'good morning' to her.

"Draco, have you thought about our situation?"

He grinned and gave a slight laugh. "Yes." He lied.

"So, you understand why we have been arranged?"

"That part I missed. I suppose you know."

"Yes. Look around you, Draco." She waved her hands around her. "This castle, this school, it could all be yours, Draco."

He sat straight in his chair, slowly coming to realize what this could all mean. With her family name, and his family known for their work as Death- Eaters, he would finally be somebody to his father. He would become the next Headmaster. Maybe even the head of the Ministry of Magic. Her words continued.

"We would be great together, my love." Her eyes dropped to the floor. "I know I am considered too young for you, and I know you must not feel the same as I. But, I have spent all of my waking years learning the magic I need, and memorizing everything about you. You, Draco Malfoy. You will become King."

He listened as she spoke, sounding so much older than her eleven years. He watched as her fingers delicately stroked his hand. Now kneeling before him, she placed her hands on his, and let her head rest on his knee.

"I love you, Draco Malfoy." She whispered.