In the Potter Kingdom.
Prince Harry left his fathers rooms, his mind thinking so quickly on the future events that he felt a little dizzy and butterfly's fluttered around in his stomach, his god fathers had told him that everyone had pre-wedding jitters and he had nothing to worry about, his mother was too much of a supper party perfectionist to let anything go wrong, and Lucius Malfoy was the type of person to 'make a person go missing' at any given mistake.
Still Harry was not happy, he kept thinking about his fighter or cheerleader comment, and decided on the latter of the two as he stared at the overly elegant lettering, on the envelope that his fiancé had sent him, the seal of a serpent entwined with an orb, which he had been told was a moonstone framed in sapphire was unbroken. Heading quickly to the kitchens to find Ron, he pulled him out to the garden where the young Gardner Neville Longbottom was pruning a rose bush.
"Well what's this all about?" asked Ron as his eyes fell on Neville "my prince."
"This," said Harry holding up the letter "it comes from my 'darling' Draconis."
"What's it say?" asked Ron eyeing the letter with curiosity.
"I haven't opened it yet," said Harry as he broke the seal on the crisp white envelope, inside was a single piece of paper, and Harry read it to himself before passing it over to Ron to read.
My dearest fiancé
I am writing to you so that I may understand a small bit about you for I know so very little. Never before have we set true eyes of understanding upon each other, still infants the first time we met, I know this is the first letter I have sent you but since we are to wed in such a short amount of time I wish to have a sense of understanding.
Since I wish to know of you I think it is fair that you know of me, I have two favorite colors, green and blue, the shade of white and the metallic of silver.
The animal I admire most is a bird.
And I dislike shrimp, mostly the way they look at me.
I truly hope this gives you a sense of myself, and I would much love to here from you.
Your fiancée Princess Draconis Lucius Julian Malfoy.
"Well that was weird," said Ron passing the letter back to Harry.
"I know, the shrimp part," Harry laughed as he re-read the line "And I dislike shrimp, mostly the way they look at me, oh Merlin he's afraid of shrimp," Harry held his sides laughing so hard tears came to his brilliant green orbs.
Ron was also laughing just as hard, and every time they attempted to stop one glance at each other made them burst out laughing again.
Finally after the tenth time Harry sobered up a bit shortly followed by Ron "well my prince what are you going to write back?"
"I'm not," replied Harry smirking at the confused look on Ron's face "my father has informed me that the Potter royals are going to visit the Malfoy royals next Thursday, where we will visit for the next six months before returning for the last two to plan my wedding."
Ron patted his back "good luck, I wish I could come for support."
"Yah," nodded Harry "father most likely won't allow it, you might be too much of a distraction, he wants me to get to know Draconis and woo him properly before the wedding."
"Harry, Harry where are you?" called Lilly entering the garden "Oh there you are come along, you father has ordered a new robe fitting, the robe makers are waiting."
Harry rose from the stone bench and gave a nod to Ron "I'll see you later," before turning on his heel and following his mother to the cloth room.
Entering Harry saw massive rolls of every color cloth imaginable, giving a brief nod to the royal robe makers he stood on the stool, and his mother left the room as he was stripped down into boxers, he and his father had fought over the boxer topic and Harry told him it was boxers or none at all, and finally James agreed.
Harry ignored the tape measure as the head robe maker asked him what color and style of robes he desired.
"Green robes usual style, red robes formal style, black robes supper style," listed off Harry "you know I don't like fittings just surprise me, but don't go overboard and stick to my colors."
The robe maker nodded as he and his assistances began fitting his robes and Harry left that day with the promise of sixty new robes in various colorings and styles to be packed neatly away in his trunk by the time he and his family left for Malfoy kingdom.
Harry returned to his room exhausted, he hated fittings and hated the way new clothes fit, give him last years or the year after that styles and he would do just fine, trends were not Harry's things and once he was king he would wear whatever clothing he chose to wear that day new or old, it just didn't matter.
His eyes dropped as he flopped on his red silk and fur bed, it was late and the day had been long, his brain hurt from everything that happened that day and his body hurt from weapons training and standing in one spot too long, slipping under his thick red fur blanket he fell asleep dreading Thursday.