Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.

It became obvious to Draco that Harry did not completely trust him.

He could easily tell by the looks the boy gave him as he had a guard lead them the guest bedroom.

"This shall be your room for now," Draco stated.

Harry looked around the ruby red room it contained a double bed in Indian red sheets with silk pillows, a comfy armchair in the corner and large maple wardrobe at the side.

"I bet this beats sleeping on the streets," remarked the prince trying to lighten the mood.

The boy felt relieved when he saw Harry's mouth trying to tug down a smile. At least the boy was slightly better.

But Harry didn't move from his spot in the room until the Prince and the guard left. When they did Harry wasted no time in hurling himself on the bed and relaxing in the sheer comfort of the duvet covers.

Though the black haired boy wouldn't admit this to anyone.

He actually really liked this room.

Of course he'd stay a few days, not really like he has anywhere else to stay. All he hoped was that Sirius and Remus wouldn't be angry with him for running away.

Now Harry thought about it. He started to wonder whether running away was the right thing to do or not.

All he seemed to prove was that he was temperamental and didn't really proved to them or himself really that he can handle things without being protected all time.

If there was some way to do this then his running away would seem reasonable not childish.

Harry's thoughts paused as he noticed a boa constrictor curling around him. The young boy paled a great deal.

He was not really afraid of snakes, but this snake was eight feet long! He was about the push the snake off unfortunately the snake wrapped around his arm rending him to use only his legs.

"Master Harry ssseems sstartled...did I frighten you masster?" the snake suddenly hissed.

The young boy gulped trying to soothe his dry throat.

"...Yes you did"

"I am so sssorry massster," the snake hissed softly.

"...why are you here?" Harry glanced at the snake.

"I am a gift to you from Lord Malfoy,"

The green eyed boy looked bewildered, what gain would the prince get by giving him a snake for a pet?

"That's...nice," Harry muttered not wanting to sound rude.

The boa constrictor seemed pleased as it hissed softly flickering its tongue.

Though it could be a trick of the light. Harry could have sworn that the snake was smiling.

"Masster Harry is unhappy tell me whats troubling you, that is what I am here for,"

The boa constrictor lifting its tail and used the tip to stroke the young boy's black hair.

In which Harry supposed was the serpents way of trying to comfort him.

But it felt too strange to him.

"Umm...well," Unsure of whether to tell the truth or lie. He thought he risk telling the truth.

"I suppose I am unhappy because I miss my guardians Remus and Sirius,"

Harry thought of his feathered friend at home.

His lovely snowy white owl and the only thing he had close to a friend at aged eleven.

Sure he had Remus and Sirius. But really he couldn't whisper his secrets to them like he did Hedwig every night.

"Also I miss one of my only friends Hedwig, she is a snowy owl you see,"

Harry wondered if the snake would actually eat his friend if she were there.

"What happened why isss it that your all alone now?"

The boy paused.

"...I ran away."

"Why?"

"Because I am tired of being a prisoner," Harry muttered darkly.

After a brief awkward silence, the snake stared at him intently.

Really he didn't feel all that comfortable with a boa constrictor wrapped around him like this.

"Um I would really like to sleep now..." he softly whispered.

Trying to make a feeble excuse to make the snake leave. He yawned loudly to keep up the act.

"Of courssse as you wissh masster Harry,"

The large boa constrictor slithered out the room in the way he came through a small inside window that was slightly open above his bed.

Harry waited a few seconds for deciding whether the snake was gone or not.

Once he felt safe that the snake was gone he slid underneath the covers and forced himself to go to sleep.

The boa constrictor slipped into the study area of where the young Prince Draco Malfoy was casually sitting reading a book titled 'Salzarr and Parseltounges'.

"Ah, I see your back," greeted Draco snapping the book shut and set is aside on the desk. "How was the talk with Harry?"

"I think I may have frightened him, but he did tell me sssome thingss Master,"

"And what things did he tell you?" Draco asked in curiosity.

He knew due to Harry's lack of trust he wouldn't tell him many things, the young prince thought if he'd give him a friend then he'd know more about the stunning boy.

Though he knew that even a fellow parseltongue wouldn't completely trust a snake.

"He told me he ran away from his guardians because he was tired of being a prisoner,"

Draco's stomach lurched. For he knew what it felt like to be a prisoner.

"Perhapsss the way to Massster Harry's heart is to treat him like hess free?" the boa constrictor offered.

"Perhaps," murmured Draco.

He head snapped towards a guard with a purple turban in the doorway who as soon as he was spotted looked sheepish.

He may have been trying to eavesdrop.

"Yes?" Draco harshly spat "Do you have a reason to be here or are you just wasting your time trying to meddle in my business?"

The guard paled and shifted uncomfortably.

"U-u-uh I w-w-wasn't trying to meddle s-s-sire I swear!"

"Then what reason do you have to be here?"

"U-u-um I c-c-come here when I am free f-f-from work," mumbled the man.

The guard continued weak excuses until Draco finally said: "Alright enough! Your stuttering is giving me a headache,"

Of course the man scrambled from the room at the opportunity.

Draco continued to glare that the spot the man was until he turned to the snake.

"It says in the book that almost all natural parseltongues are descended from Salzar Slytherin himself. Thats interesting,"

Draco had an odd smile on his face before turning to the snake and said "I am tired, I shall retire now,"

The boa constrictor slivered away. Draco retired into Fudge's old room.

He knew it wouldn't exactly fit his tastes.

Quirrell shifted along the corridor. He knew that the Prince Draco was asleep. While he was asleep he could talk to his real master.

He went into a secret room that strangely looked like a cleaning cupboard on the outside, but on the inside was a vast empty space.

"Master?" called Quirrell quietly.

A dark and cool voice filled the room. "Yes my loyal servant what is it?"

"The prince has returned...he wants to restore the Slytherin Kingdom,"

"Thats good..."Quirrell looked uncomfortable for a moment.

"What aren't you telling me Quirrell," the voice asked sharply.

"Well," the man gulped "Seems like the prince has made a friend named Harry...Potter..."

He was unsure of how his master would react.

"Ah...so the boy still lives,"

"You know him my lord?"

"Yes, though I highly doubt he remembers me, his living may be to our advantage.."

The voice laughed a cold heartless laugh that would make the bravest man shudder.

"Harry Potter is the key to my revival!"

Harry woke up and stretched his arms in the morning sunlight.

He expected to be in his room with Hedwig resting on his window sill as always.

But when he realised where he was let out a sigh of disappointment.

There he spotted a neatly folded pile of clothes on his bed with a note on top. Which said:

'Dear Harry,

Here is some nice clean clothes for you to wear. Please get rid of those ratty rags you were wearing yesterday

They really do not suit you. Bin them.

Love Your Prince Draco Malfoy.'

Harry frowned. Thats a bit rude. He suspected a prince would have more manners.

Calling his clothes rags. Not like he had loads of money and can buy some more.

There was a nice soft white shirt with emerald and red stitching embroidering the sleeves and the hem of it. Along with a pair of black trousers if you'd look closely you could see two small snakes decorating the hips. But they were the same size as Harry's fingernail.

Harry had to admit to himself.

They were lovely looking clothes.

When the Prince glanced at Harry he felt a sudden warmth rushing to his cheeks. Harry when cleaned up was really really beautiful.

True his jet black hair was still slightly scruffy. But the green he was wearing really brought out his stunning eyes. Of course he hated those awful glasses that masked his beauty.

He just wanted to snatch them from his face and snap them in two. Although by the tape keeping them together. Someone tried that before.

"Good morning sire," Harry greeted trying to be respectful.

"Good morning Harry, you know you can call me Draco," smiled the Prince stepping up close to Harry.

The green eyed boy gave an uncomfortable look as the prince started to try to neaten his hair. Perhaps Draco could convince the boy to cut it.

Draco brushed a tuft of fringe out the way and revealed a jagged small scar on his forehead.

"How did you get that?" Draco asked in surprise.

Harry stepped back a bit and covered his fringe in front of his forehead again.

"I have no idea. I've had it since I was a baby," admitted Harry.

Personally Harry hated his scar from an early age and purposely let his fringe cover his forehead to hide it away.

Draco gave a confused look.

The boy fascinated him more and more everyday.

"Well, Harry I have discovered something interesting about natural born parseltongues. Apparently most of them are descendants of Salzar Slytherin himself,"

"I am sorry to inform you sir, but that is not true, I come from the Gryffindor Kingdom as did my parents,"

The face the slytherin prince made was absolutely priceless in Harry's opinion.

He was a gryffindor? Draco often heard his father talking about the Gryffindor Kingdom, the way his father described them were thick skulled morons who bred with each other like rabbits.

The young Prince certainly couldn't imagine a beautiful young boy coming from a kingdom like that.

Then again Draco learned from experience that his father wasn't always right.

"Be that as is may, there may be someone of relation to you that is a Slytherin, maybe your grandparents?"

"I-I don't really no anything about my family sir," muttered Harry looking slightly embarrassed.

Draco waited for him to give him the reason why.

"They died when I was a baby, I don't even really know how, the relatives I lived with at the time didn't tell me,"

Harry avoided the Prince's gaze.

How could he understand him? Draco was born and raised in high class while he was raised to be servant.

Not that he'd tell the blond this right now.

He'd rather try and forget that part of his life.

Draco opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted as a guard barged through the door.

"Sire, a message from the King of Gryffindor," rasped the guard who looked considerably larger than Draco and Harry. He had dull eyes and broad shoulders with gorilla like arms and short brisly hair.

He had a yellowish envelope with a red wax seal that had the letter 'G' on it.

"Thank you Goyle," grumbled Draco who couldn't stand being interrupted.

As the guard left, the Prince briskly opened the envelope, pulled out the parchment and read the letter written in red writing.

'Dear Prince of Slytherin,

I am delighted to hear you have regained the throne. However Fudge and I has come to terms and agreements.

We both agreed that I would get a considerable profit of the taxes of Slytherin.

I hope to hear from you and come to accept this agreement as well,

Albus Dumbledore,'

"Is something wrong?" Harry asked catching Draco's angry face.

Draco said nothing as he pushed past him toward his desk angrily muttering "We'll talk later,"

He grabbed the quill, dipped it in emerald ink and wrote:

'Dear King Albus,

I am sorry but the agreement is no longer valuable to us. I have to focus on looking after the kingdom and fix Fudge's messes.

I hope you understand.

Prince Draco Malfoy,'

As he passed the letter to a guard to be send. He rested his hands to his face and hoped that his decision was the right one.

A/N: Okay I'm not going to make Draco and Harry fall head over heels in love yet like I do my other stories.

I know that sometimes in order to truely love someone you need to want to know them first. I do believe in love at first sight though.

My parents tell me this was the case with them.

But with Draco who's 16 years old here its going to come slower seeing as he's still a teen.

I don't really want to make Dumbledore a bad guy. But his reasonings shall come next chapter.

And guess whos the mysterious voice. *grin*

Till Next time.

Blazie.