First Installment of my New Idea's section. This has been spell checked. It's a bit crappy at first (I'mnot afraid to admit it.)but give it a chance. Thanks, R&R plz.

Title: Be Mine, All Mine

Rating: PG-R (NC17 will be found at my group when and if it is written.)

Summary: Not a Veela fic A heavily AU H/D slash. Harry is the prince of Gryffindor Kingdom while Draco is the Prince of Slytherin Kingdom. Draco wants a relationship like his parents, a mate, so he calls forward all of the four nations and he finds he has eyes for one green eyed young 'innocent' boy... but 'innocent' is far from the truth. Secrets are revealed and answers cause for more questions.

Author: Dahlias

A/N: The date below is not the day of time in the fiction but the day it was written. Sorry about the confusion. There is no proper day or year for that matter.


Part 1

May 5, 2005

"Happy Birthday Harry!" Hermione enveloped her best friend in a hug that rivaled that of Mrs. Weasley.

"Yea, Happy Birthday." Ron pulled at one of Harry's two long braids that went down his back, just skimming over his buttocks. All the men of Gryffindor had such locks; two braids, thin, a symbol of age.

"Thanks." Harry smiled. "Can we go now?" Harry picked up his umbrella that was made from the leaves of the surrounding trees.

"Good, I need food!" Ron grabbed a hold of Harry's hand and tugged, much to Hermione's exaggerated suffering sigh.

As the trio walked along the stone path they chatted, the sun was merciless as it beat down on them having Harry share his umbrella with both of his best friends, simply enjoying the peacefulness. Nearing the arched gates of the city Hurdsey they were humming a child's tale tune.

Through the gates the quietness they had once enjoyed was a thing of the past. Before them there was the hustle and bustle of noon life. Shops were open, venders shouting wanting to entice customers, children ran to and fro, above them were ropes from one ceiling to another, clothing hanging from them drying in the sun.

"Ooh, want to get some turd?" Ron exclaimed excitedly.

Hermione made a face. "Why must you Gryffindors insist on calling it that word! It's - It's indecent!"

Harry threw an arm over her shoulder. "Because. We Gryffindors enjoy the way it rolls off our tongues."

"And the way it screws up the face of foreigners." Finished Ron.

"You do know the Word turd means -" Hermione was cut off as a child, no older than four ran under her skirt, arms around her leg... leaving her stunned.

"Jeremy Issac Creevy!" shouted a stern voice over the racket in the street. "Come here now!"

Hermione seemed to have relaxed once she seen the annoyed face of Mrs. Creevy; the woman who owned one of the best Portrait Making shops in the city. Harry squatted down, lifting the simple cotton skirt up enough to see the paint smeared face of a scared little boy. "What did you do now?" he asked gently.

The little boy sniffed. "Knocked over the aisle."

And Harry could understand why the boy was hiding, he was covered in paint - well his clothes were and hair caked a bit in odd places. "Easel." corrected Hermione. "Jeremy, go to your mother, she'll be more angry for disobeying her."

"No wanna." Jeremy stomped his foot.

"Wanna is not a word!"

"Hermione lighten up." Ron rolled his eyes.

"Quiet you two. Jeremy," Harry smiled. "Why don't you want to go to your mommy?"

The little boy bit his lip. "No wanna take a bath."

Draco heaved an exaggerated sigh as his spoon swirled around his ice-cream dessert, the chocolate and strawberry mixing together. His eyes drifted upwards, a frown marred his perfectly chiseled face as he watched his father lean in to whisper something into his mothers ears... he was jealous.

Draco would be the first to admit that he was spoiled, hell, he acknowledged it. What he wanted he got, no questions asked but... but now he was 18. A young man. A young man who was tired of the endless flings, he wanted to settle down like his parents.

He wanted that one person that would complete him, he craved that closeness. Growing up without siblings can seriously mess with ones priorities... it took him a bit to realize that he wasn't like every other young teenager who wanted another notch on the bed post before settling down...

"Mother?"

"Yes Sweetie?" Narcissa's attention immediately went to her only child.

"I've come to a decision..."

...TBC...


A/N: Expect future chapters to be shorter or a tad longer than this. Bare with me for the next two chapters, they're mostly fillers. If you don't know then I thought it would be prudent of me to tell ya that this and the other NEW IDEAS thing is a side project of mine. These chaps or stories are written during work whenI am bored stiff. I don't guarentee anything in whether or not this or any other fics in this genre remains WIP indefinetly but i like to tidy up so it'll be unlikely. Flame review, I really don't care at this point but for those who do review I pass out cookies and my undying graditude and if it is a question plz leave your email soI can back to you orI'll do so here. For those who flame, why? if that why is because this is slash or does not follow canon style then screw you. This is an AU and I quite like writing slash! Any mistakes are on my part and for that sorry, I don't want a betta but if you point something out I'll try and fix it. You might find future chaps in my group before hand just so you fans know.

Teaser: James frowned. He removed the letter, the owl immediately flew to the banquet table, "Hmmm." His thumb smoothed over the green plop of wax that had an impression of an elaborate M with a snake draped along the arches, jaws opened, and fangs visible. A tiny snippet. Expect a party and an emotional Lily. Short chapter by the way.

Just so you know this first chapter is crappy, I know, but I guarantee you it gets better. Trust me. Plz, R&R! .