Love of a Prince

By Coco Malfoy2

Disclaimer: Do I really need to say it? Oh well, here it goes- I'm gonna ask a little question, and if you know the answer, just raise your hand. If I were J.K. Rowling, would I be sitting on my ass writing fanfiction? Com'on people, it's not hard. No, I would be out writing the sixth book.

Summery-
Slash D/H- Prince Harry is the crown prince of Gryffindor. He's best friends with Prince Draconis of East Slytherin. King Thomas Riddle rules all of West Slytherin. What if Draco loves Harry? What if Riddle does too? Harry is three years younger then Draco BTW.

Warning- This is slash of the Draco/Harry kind. Don't like, don't read, don't Care. Not my problem. May be Male pregnancy. So let me know if you want it

Notes- This is my first fic that I've actually posted anywhere. But that doesn't mean that I don't have plenty of ideas rolling around in this head of mine. Just need some encouragement if you catch my drift (hint- review).

I love to write. If you give me a review, I love you too. If you flame me, I don't care. You can't discourage real writers. They don't give a damn if you hate it, they just write.

Also, Linny asked me(more like told me- no offense) if there would be violent tom. I'll need a few more reviews before I do this, because it's not in the original plot, but could work. So review!!!

Let's give a thanks to my beta, Chelsea and my friend, Darkseas, who has also been a big help. Thanks to you both. This would not be possible without you.

I'm sure you're all sick of me by now, so on with the story.

{Dream}

'Thoughts'

"speaking"


Chapter 1-Dreams of Desire

Draco POV

{Smirking slightly, I bend down to the bed and capture the Gryffindor's swollen lips in my own again. His emerald eyes look into my silver ones, which are heavy-lidded with desire. 'Harry' I moan. Running my tongue along his bottom lip, I am given entrance to the hot mouth and slowly begin to suck on the warm tongue offered to me. My partner lets out a low moan of complete pleasure. I then feel hands gripping my back, sliding lower and lower...}

I jolt up swiftly. I'm in my, naturally, green and silver room, soaked with sweat. 'Green', I think, 'just like Harry's eyes. I wonder what shade they would be clouded with desire? Merlin they're beautiful...' My silver eyes flash open with realization 'I did not just think that!'

But I did. And I've known it for ages. Every time I look in those brilliant green eyes, I can feel it. 'No, not green. More like an emerald leaf in the middle of June, but better'

I've been having the same dream every day for a week, always lasting a little longer yet never finishing. I am almost eager to fall asleep again to see if Harry, for I know that it's Harry, will continue. I love the night; I love dreaming of my handsome Gryffindor every time I close my eyes.

But I know that I have to stop. It was a weakness and a Malfoy should be stronger than that. And yet, I'm not, and I realized that now. I'm not strong enough. Harry Potter, the Crown prince of Gryffindor is my weakness. 'A weakness that I am more than willing to surrender myself to'. I can't think of him like this! He's my best friend for Slytherin's sake! He's three years younger then me, a mere sixteen! He's not even gay!! What about an heir? No, there are just too many complications. If I just stay away from him for a while, I'll be fine. Right?

'Wrong,' says that snide voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like my Godfather- the Duke Severus. I honestly can't imagine what it's talking about.

Then it hits me. It's Saturday. I visit Harry on Saturdays, and Hermione and Ron tag along for the day. I'm almost glad that they do, because then I have a reason not to jump my Harry. But Granger and Weasley always start reminding us of their upcoming marriage. It's a good thing I have Harry to keep me company, as seeing those two at it reminds me too much of what I can't have with Harry. I have to tell him exactly how I feel. But at the same time, I can't. He'd reject me, and I couldn't live with that. No, it's best that I don't tell him anything.

Sliding out of my king sized bed or more, slipping on the silk sheets and hitting the ground with an undignified thud! I cross my huge room and exit the double French doors to the balcony. Sitting here is my favorite activity. I love to stare out to the east and know that that is where Harry is. There it is again! Why can't I even spend a few minutes on my balcony with out thinking of him?

'Because you love him'

And I know that it's true.


Third POV

Ten miles away, in the peaceful land of Gryffindor, one Harry Potter was in a frenzy to prepare for the arrival of his best friend, Draco. His friends Ronald and Hermione were standing at the dresser, sniggering behind their hands as their friend desperately tried to dress perfectly.

"What about this shirt? No, it's too red, don't want show off. What about the blue one? Pass me that 'Mione. How's this look? Too tight? I thought so. Don't just stand there, guys, help me!!!!"

Cloths of every color where tossed all over the floor, so that you couldn't even see the color of the imported rug.

Hermione, ever the logical one, was the first to speak.

"Harry, you would look great in anything you wear, so just put on the green shirt so we can leave. In the name of Ravenclaw, one would almost think you have a crush on our young master Malfoy" she finished with an incredibly coy smile.

Harry potter stared at her, mouth open making soundless movements. When he finally regained his composure, the first thing he said was so easy to see through, it could have been glass.

"That's ridiculous Herm. I'm a guy; Draco's a guy. We're both guys!!!"

"Brilliant deduction, oh your Royal Highness" Hermione murmurs under her breath. Harry hears her and his head snaps up.

"You say something 'Mione? I'm afraid I missed it" Harry questions, a puzzled look on his face. It's evident that he is still pondering over Hermione's previous statement as he takes off towards the bathroom. Ron suddenly calls out to him, a serious look on his face.

"Harry, mate, you are coming to our wedding, right? I...I mean we...no I was just wondering if you wanted...I mean you don't have to, if you don't want to.... but would you. Oh Merlin, doyouwannabemybestman? That is to say, would you do me the honor of attending my wedding with the position of my best man?" He finally finishes with an air of the future king of Ravenclaw.

"Oh...um...sure Ron. I'd love to"

"Great" Hermione injects, longing to be present in the conversation again, "Draco, will be there too"

But this last part is lost on Harry as he scrambles very un-prince like towards the bathroom, blushing horribly the whole way.

Once the door closes with a resounding slam, Hermione turns to Ron with a smirk on her face that would have made Lucius Malfoy proud.

"'Would you do me the honor....' Honestly Ron, who exactly are you trying to be? You're not Draco. They're best friends and have been for as long as Harry's been alive. And you know that Draco loves Harry and..."

"Hold up Hermione!!! 'Draco loves Harry'? When did this happen? Did I miss another newsletter? You heard Harry! They're best friends and there is no reason for that to change. Ever!!"

Hermione gives an exasperated sigh. Ever time she says this; Ron overreacts and needs to be reminded of the evidence. But she didn't have time for this. No, she had a wedding to plan.

"Come on Ron, Harry has enough to worry about without you obsessing over the tiniest thing. You know that King tom Riddle is after him. And if we don't want Harry as the next king of West Slytherin, we also have to talk to Draco before Harry gets to him. Draco has got to start with Harry before Tom comes for another...visit. Ron, let's just leave Harry in peace. Lord knows he has enough on his hands. He has to get dressed and unless you want to spend the next two hours listening to him rave about 'amazing Draco' then we'd better move"

"Fine, but I'm not happy"

"You never are, love. You never are." She says before kissing her fiancée and dragging him out of the room.


Harry POV

I never understand what Hermione's talking about when she gets like this. I mean, I like Draco, its hard not to. But sometimes I feel so stupid and childish around him. I know that I am to marry soon; I overheard my parents talking 2 weeks ago. They're wondering if they should give me to Tom Riddle. I missed most of the conversation, but they seemed disappointed in someone.

Begin Flashback

Harry Potter crept slowly down the winding corridor towards the sound of his father's baritone voice. They were yelling, which was never a good sign. When his name was mentioned, Harry's worst fear was confirmed. They were fighting about him. His parents may not understand much about his life, but they never fought over it! It just wasn't in them. Eager to hear more, but at the same time dreading it, Harry began sneaking closer for better hearing. His father, Jameson, spoke first.

"Lilia, I really did expect him to act sooner. I thought he loved Harry, really, I did!" The king sounded quite tired, as though this conversation had been going for hours. Which, Harry reflected, it probably had.

"I know James, I know. I'm so disappointed in him. I must admit, he should have begun courting Harry by now." His mother, Lilia said comfortingly.

After a pause, James sighed, resigned. He knew what must be done. But he didn't like it." Lilia, I don't want to force him into marriage, really, I don't. But we're not as young as we used to be sweetheart. We need a royal wedding by the time Harry is seventeen. No later. If he doesn't, we will have no choice but to give him to Riddle"

Lily gasped. "But James! He's a monster. He'll only use our baby Harry and then get rid of him. King Riddle may say he loves Harry, but it's an obsession! Why if that man gets a hold of Harry..."

Harry heard no more as he slid down the marble bricks. He had to get married. In a year. To Tom Riddle or some other guy that should have started by now. Why couldn't his life be normal, like Ron and Hermione's? Why couldn't he fall in love with a nice girl and get married and live happily ever after like they did in stories?

End Flashback

I know feel something different for Draco then what I feel for Ron or Hermione. Sometimes I have dreams about him. They always start out great, with us standing in the middle of a white field. Then he moves in and kisses me. It's just so wrong, but it feels so right. No! Boys are supposed to like girls, not other boys! I have to stop this kind of thinking. Oh, great, I'm blushing. Did Hermione notice? Better run.

When I look myself in my bathroom, I can't help wondering why I'm getting so flushed thinking about Draco. I mean, I'm sure it's normal for people to get a little red and worry so much about what their friends think. Right? 'No, it's not' says a smug voice in my head. I'm sure that it's right.

But I can't like like Draco, it's just wrong. I'm sure that it's just teenage hormones. Yeah, that's right!

Hormones.
Omniscent POV Draco sat primly in the silver carriage, his back straight against the unforgiving mahogany wood. They never made these carriages for comfort. He sat opposite his parents, which was a change, since his parents rarely came to Gryffindor with him. They always came later, or not at all.

Finally, Draco decided to ask.

"Father," He states in a royal voice, "Why are you coming with me to Gryffindor? Do you not trust me around the royal family? Around Harry? I can take care of myself, you know."

Draco hated to talk in this tone, but he must. All the other high- born children had to too. Even Harry. Hell, even Ron spoke like they were king of the world. It's just the way things are. If you were born to a high and powerful family, you were better then anyone else, naturally. But when we get together, we sit back and have fun like any ordinary peasant. It's a lot of fun.

"Well Draco, not that it's your business, but we have an important meeting with the King and Queen of Gryffindor. Ah! Finally, we're here. Out you get Draco. And try to behave, nothing like last time" Lucius finishes with a pointed stare.

"Yes father" Draco whispers softly before climbing out of the carriage to view the grand palace that he's seen a hundred times.
Draco POV

I can't believe this!!! Father had the gull to bring up last time!! Sometimes, I swear I hate that man. Last time, tom Riddle came for a visit, the filthy bastard, destroying my country. Let's just say it wasn't pretty. Not pretty at all.

Suddenly, I'm bowled over be something. It's not too heavy, but knocked the stuffing out of me. Who was it?! I'll kill them!! How dare they knock over a prince! Gryffindors always were stupid!

Glancing down, I see that it's Harry. 'My Harry. And I'll be damned if I let Riddle have him!' Harry hadn't changed a bit. He still stood a striking 5'11", his black hair still cascaded down his back, still as untamable as ever, and his brilliant emerald eyes still shone like gems. He's gripping me so tight into a bear hug, that I can't breath. Sucks to be me. 'Who the hell are you trying to kid? You love it.' Oh, yea. There's nothing better then having the guy you love hanging off you.

"Oh Dray. I missed you so much. Why didn't you write me? It's been forever." By now, of course, I am painfully aware that I can no longer feel my legs. Merlin, I know I'm going to regret this.

"Harry, I missed you too." 'A lot' I add silently "I know you must be angry at me for the lack of letters, but is it really necessary to strangle the life out of me? And it hasn't been that long. Only a week. A week is too much in my opinion, but still, only a week. You can't have missed me that much." Although I hope that you did.

"Guess what! My coronation is in one year, four months, and sixteen days. Not that I'm counting. I can't wait. I tell you Dray, there are going to be some major changes around here. For example...."

As Harry goes on about how grand Gryffindor will be once he's done with it, I am reminded of a time where Harry would have gladly given up the crown, just to be with me...

Begin Flashback

A Three-year-old Harry Potter sprint down the narrow corridor squealing as his best friend, Draco, chases him, laughing. As they round the next corner and run into someone. The King. Lilia, Narcissa, and Lucius all stand behind him, looking amused.

"Harold Alejandro James Potter! What do you think you're doing?! One day you will be king, and when you are, you cannot... must not go careening around like a common peasant child! Use your head, boy!" His father outraged voice booms in their ears.

"But father, I don't want to be king." Harry whines.

His mother, Queen Lilia, kneels down so she is at eye level with the boys and says softly to her son, "What do you want to be then, sweetie?"

Harry thinks for a second, his young face scrunched up in thought. Then, his face brightens and cracks a grin. He speaks one word quite simply. "Draco's."

Draco smiles and grabs Harry from behind, hugging him and rocking, all the while saying "Mine, mine, mine" (A.N. Think in 'finding nemo', the seagulls). Then Harry and Draco take off down the hall, singing 'mine'

The four adults look at each other and a plan is soon formed. They'll bring the boys together each weekend in hopes that they'll soon fall in love.

End Flashback

Smiling softly at the memory, I start to think up something to do today. Anything to get Harry to stop talking about his coronation. Only that depresses me, seeing as you have to be married to be king. And it can't be me. It's a screwed up world all right.

"Harry, what do you say we all go down to town for the day? Just you, me, Ron, and Hermione. It'll be fun. Come on, Coco, you love the town." I've been calling Harry Coco as long as I can remember. It's because of his tan skin and black hair that he reminds me of chocolate. Don't tell him that, 'cause he doesn't know why. And he probably never will.

His face brightens considerably. "That sounds great Dragon! It'll be so much fun. In the name of Merlin, I was nearly putting myself to sleep with that speech. Weren't you bored?"

'Yes' "No, not at all. You could never bore me Harry. Why don't you go get Ron and Hermione? I'll wait here."
Third POV

Twenty minutes later, the four were waltzing down to the square in their finest. They never saw the carriage of King Thomas Riddle of West Slytherin pulling up at the north gate of the city.
A.N.-

Does that count as a cliffy?

How was it guys? Let me know. And finally, to all my fabulous reviewers-

Iced-forest- I like stories like this too! That's why I'm attempting to write one. Whether or not it's up to snuff is a different matter all together.

Ladyshinigami- Happy you like the plot. I'm not going to give up on this.

Linny- Please see top note. I'll try for a violent tom, but more people need to want it.

Darkseas- Thanks so much for you support in this story. You may not be my bta, but you really helped me make some choices involving the story.

Chelsea- My amazing beta!!! Need I say more. It's all her, Folks!

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Yana5- It's out now.

Phoenix 3:16- I tried to contact you, but I waited, like, eight days and got no response. Sorry.

Phoenix- Since you asked so nicely, here it is.

If you reviewed, and I don't have you here, you will be in the next chapter, I promise.