Disclaimer: I'm not Irish.

One week had passed since Draco had overthrown the Irish Republic and announced the rebirth of the Irish monarchy. In that time, word of Draco's invading Irish monarchists had spread like wildfire. County after county, dreading the prospect of a second Irish civil war, pledged fealty to the boy in Dublin who had claimed the crown of the Emerald Isle. Within days, the entire country had submitted to his rule.

On a rainy Friday evening in Dublin, a remarkable event was taking place within the walls of the old St. Mary's pro-Cathedral: Ireland was receiving its first king in more than seven-hundred years.

Draco Malfoy sat in the front row of pews. He sighed. The coronation Mass had been going on for more than two hours and he was growing impatient. He would only officially king once the ceremony was finished. He looked at his watch. The Bishop certainly was taking his time to mumble through his Latin. He glanced behind him. The cathedral was packed with attendees eager to witness the return of the Irish monarchy. There was not a free seat to be had, andmore onlookers were watching while standing in the aisles. He was dressed in a dapper black suit and tie and his hair was slicked back. He had to be looking his best. After all, Draco thought to himself, it's not everyday you become a King.

At long last, the Bishop indicated that Draco approach and kneel before him. The Slytherin did so.

"Oh Lord, give thanks to you we do for the new king sent to us, you have..." The Bishop finished this final prayer by crossing himself. Draco mimicked the gesture. The Bishop then walked and sat down in a chair near the altar. He was confused by this action. Wait, is that it? Am I King now?

Draco and the attendees were in for a surprise. Suddenly, none other than the Pope walked onto the area where the clergy, Draco, and the choir were gathered at the front of the back of the cathedral. The audience burst into applause, for they were taken aback by the pontiff's surprise appearance.

When the clapping finally ceased, an altar boy bearing a jewel-studded crown of gold on a velvet pillow approached. The Pope took the crown, raised it high and began slowly lowering it onto Draco's head. In a move that shocked the world, Draco suddenly snatched the crown from the Pope's hands and placed it on his own head. Draco Malfoy had crowned himself King.

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The press swarmed Draco as he descended the Cathedral steps. They pressed around him, pushing microphones in his face while shouting, "Your Highness! Your Highness! Just a few questions have we for you!"

"One at a time! One at a time!" Draco said. He pointed to one female reporter. "You."

"Your Highness, now that King you are, dynasty name you will take?"

"We are pleased to announce that in keeping with the traditions of Ireland, we shall officially rule under the Irish form of our name: Dragó Mídhílis the First. You." Draco now indicated a shabbily dressed man in his late forties clutching a pencil and notepad.

"Your Highness, a plan for forming an official government, you have?"

"We will be making an announcement on the matter shortly. You may rest assured that only the most talented and qualified of individuals will be selected by us for the jobs. You." Draco now gestured toward a man toting a microphone and smoking a cigar.

"Your Highness, the King reside where shall?"

"We shall be adopting as our residence the only place in the city befitting a personage of royal stature such as ourselves: Dublin Castle. No more questions, please. We are most tired and must now prepare for the task of ruling this glorious country." And with that, Draco stepped into the waiting limousine which carried him off into the sunset.

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Three days later, Dublin Castle.

King Draco frowned as he skimmed through the pile of mail that had been addressed to him as King of Ireland. There was entirely too much for him to deal with alone. He looked up and spotted a lone bureaucrat passing by.

"You there! Come here!" the sovereign commanded. The man nodded and approached his King. Draco looked him over. He was a middle aged man dressed in unremarkable clothing suited for office work. His face was well creased with worry lines. His hair was greying. Draco noticed he wasn't wearing a wedding ring.

"Tell us your name, servant."

"MacKibbon, my name is, your Highness."

"Are you literate, MacKibbon?"

"Yes, your Highness. Know my letters, I do."

"Excellent. How would you like to be our Chancellor?"

"Honoured I would be, your Highness."

"Your acceptance pleases us. Your first duty shall be to go through this mail and present a summary for your King. You shall perform this service for us every day. Is that clear, MacKibbon?"

"Clear as crystal it is, your Highness." Mackibbon gathered up the piles of mail and scurried off, leaving Draco alone.

He looked around. Draco was standing in his Throne Room in Dublin Castle, a dazzling place filled to bursting with artwork from the Baroque period. Paintings from the great masters lined the walls, covering the portions of the walls aside from the stained-glass windows that let in natural light, which gave the room a light and airy feel. A chandelier crafted from Waterford crystal hung above the room.

Draco went and sat on his throne carved from solid gold. Having dealt with governmental affairs for the moment, the boy-king allowed his mind to wander to lighter subjects. He closed his eyes and began to think of the girl, the girl who refused to leave his mind, the Gryffindor girl who haunted his dreams, the one who he was infatuated with, no matter how hard he tried to deny it.

The double oak doors to the Throne Room burst open. Mackibbon strode in.

"Your Highness, completed the task you assigned to me, I have." Draco opened his eyes and sat up straight.

"Very well. Tell us about the correspondence we received."

"Many letters from foreign countries, you received. Congratulated your Majesty on ascending the throne, they did. Received such letters from Belgium, Albania, Mexico, Switzerland -" Draco waved his hand dismissively.

"Thank you, we get the picture. What else is there?"

"Only one other thing of interest there is. Received a letter from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry you have." Neglecting to use the Royal We, Draco shouted "gimmie that!" and snatched the letter from MacKibbon's hands. He looked over the letter and smiled. Each and every one of his friends had accepted the offer he had sent.

"MacKibbon! Get something to write with, for you are going to draft our very first press release -Wait, make that our first Royal Proclamation! Ready? It is as follows:

"Dragó Mídhílis the First, by the Grace of God King of Ireland, Duke of Meath and Earl of Dublin, is proud to announce today the formation of his cabinet that will allow for the superior utilization of government. The cabinet positions will be filled by the following individuals, each of whom was carefully selected after many painstaking hours of deliberation and with regard to the unique demands of the post:

Community, Rural & Gaeltacht Affairs - Vincent Crabbe

Defense - Blaise Zabini

Education & Science - Gregory Goyle

Environment, Heritage & Local Government - Pansy Parkinson

Finance - Montague

Foreign Affairs - Millicent Bulstrode

Social & Family Affairs - C. Warrington

Signed,

-Dragó Mídhílis I"

Draco watched as MacKibbon scribbled furiously on his notepad. "Did you get all that?"

"Yes, my lord. An excellent proclamation it is."

"Good. Now leave us. Your sovereign wishes to be alone." Once MacKibbon departed, Draco's thoughts returned to Hermione Granger. His fist clenched. One way or another, he would make her his queen.