AN: Another chapter! ^_^ And I've had over 2,000 hits between yesterday (July 4) and today! YAY!

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"Your coronation will be next week," Draco told me later that evening. We were sitting in my bedroom, which was located inside my "room." Well, I certainly wouldn't call it a room. It was like an apartment. There was a sitting room when you first walked in with a small couch, table, and two chairs. The couch and chairs were all covered in chocolate brown velvet. On the right wall was a door that led into a small eating area. There was a wooden table and four small chairs. On the table was a beautiful tea service that was engraved with the insignia of the palace. On the left wall of the sitting room was a set of double doors that led into a study. The desk sat in the middle of the room with two leather chairs across from it. The walls of the room were covered with bookshelves and ancient books. Finally, the last door in the sitting room, located directly across the room from the first entry door, was another door. It was a simple wooden door that led to a hallway. From the hallway, there were two doors, one leading to a fantastic bathroom, complete with marble counters and a bathtub that was as big as a pool. The other door led to my bedroom. The king sized bed took up very little space in the huge room. There was a walk-in closet that was already filled with clothes, a dresser, a large chair, and a full-sized mirror. The last thing in the room was a bookshelf that was completely empty. This was the king's rooms, and could be magically expanded as needed. After all, I would be king as of next week.

"That soon?" I asked, slightly panicked.

"Yes, Potter, that soon. We do not have a moment to waste. The elves need their king."

"And this will keep me out of Dumbledore's hands, right?"

"Absolutely," Draco responded with a malicious grin.

"Then for that, I would do it, even if the coronation were tomorrow." Draco laughed.

"Do you want it tomorrow?"

"No way!"

"Thought I'd ask!"

"Anything else I should know about right now?" I questioned.

"Other than you have to find a spouse soon?"

"Yes, other than- wait, what?"

"The king, per tradition, needs a spouse. Considering that you aren't even legal in the wizarding world yet, I'm expecting that the courts will be lenient with you for the moment, but you still need to start searching." My eyes bulged. First, I was a High Elf. Next, I was to become king. Now, I have to get married?

"Please tell me that you'll help me?"

"Absolutely." Draco seemed to be saying that a lot to me. "The others at Hogwarts will help too, I'm sure. They will be near you often, anyways."

"Why? They're in different houses than me."

"Guards. We can't very well send the king back to Hogwarts without protection, now can we?" I nodded. It made sense, although I didn't like it.

"How will our schedules be arranged, then? We all take different classes." This just caused Draco to smile.

"It's the first year after OWLs. I'm sure that McGonagall can't have finalized all of our year's schedules yet." I smiled back.

"One problem solved, then." I looked at the clock that was hanging in the room. It was half past ten. "I think I'm going to sleep." Draco stood up and nodded.

"You've had a long day. If you need me, my room is five doors down the main hallway from yours." I nodded in understanding, and Draco turned to leave the room. However, just before he reached the door, he turned back around and bowed. All the while, a smirk was spread across his face. I threw a pillow at him. He quickly walked out of the room and closed the door, making the pillow smack into the door instead of him.

"You better not be bowing to me all the time!" The only response I was granted with was roaring laughter as Draco walked down the hall.

The rest of the time until the coronation went by in a blur. Lessons on the history of the elves, manners, wandless magic, which I couldn't seem to grasp the concept of, and my own family history took up my time. Along with that, I had robe fittings, a haircut, and spent my small amount of free time with Draco and Luna. Oh, and we had a party to burn the too-large clothes from the Dursleys'.

It was the day of the coronation. I was abruptly woken by pillows being thrown at me. My eyes burst open immediately and I turned toward where the pillows seemed to be coming from, only to see nobody there. Another pillow came at my face, but I swatted it away when it got close enough to me. Laughter came from the other side of the room, and I whipped around just in time to see Draco toss another piece of popcorn into his mouth.

"Ah, entertainment," he said with a smirk. "Good morning, King Harry! Fine day, isn't it?" I glared at him, but he only laughed harder and continued to eat his popcorn. While I was looking away, another pillow hit me in the back of the head.

"Is that any way to treat your future king?" I teased, but Draco ignored me. He had a smug look on his face, and from the corner of my eye, I noticed another pillow coming at me. Instead of batting it away with my hand, I attempted to use one of the wandless and nonverbal spells Draco had been working on with me, Depulso, to send it away. I did it half-heartedly, not expecting it to work at all, but to my immense surprise, the pillow soared through the room, only to hit Draco's shocked face.

"Finally!" he exclaimed when the pillow fell. "You did it, Harry!" I stood there frozen. I had just done wandless magic. A grin slowly broke out over my face.

"I really did it!"

"Yes, Potter, I said those words, no need to repeat them back to me," he drawled, but there was a proud look in his eyes.

"Shut it, Malfoy," I retorted, but there was no menace in my voice at all. I was still stunned, yet thrilled, at what I had just done. Draco finally stood up, taking his popcorn with him.

"You need to get ready. The coronation is at one."

"What time is it now?"

"Oh, eight." This time, I purposely concentrated on my wandless magic to send another pillow flying at him. He dodged, but just barely. "What happened to not killing the messenger?"

"A Malfoy would never stoop so low as to be a mere messenger," I said, knowing that he wouldn't be able to come up with a witty response to that.

"I concede," he said with a sigh, but there was a smile on his face.

"Where am I needed this morning?"

"My grandmother is expecting you," Draco stated. I nodded quickly and stood up to get changed. I picked a set of clothes out of my closet and laid them on my bed. Elizabeth had been in charge of getting new clothes for me, and my entire wardrobe now consisted of fine fabrics and vibrant colors. I had picked out for myself a pair of dark denim jeans and a crimson dress shirt, knowing that I would be changing soon enough, anyways.

I turned around, only to find that Draco had not left. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Going to watch me change?" Draco let out something close to a squeak and promptly left the room, all the while screaming.

"My eyes! My eyes! My poor eyes don't need to see you, Potter!" I rolled my eyes. Draco was such a dramatic…dolphin. Got to keep with the alliteration after all, right?

"Draco the Dramatic Dolphin!" I called to him, and he immediately ceased his yelling as he processed what I had said. I finished getting changed and opened my door, only to find Draco there, fuming. I passed by him and started walking down the hall.

"I am not a dolphin, Potter!" Without missing a beat, or even turning around, I had my retort.

"The more you deny, the more other people begin to think that it's true."

Ah, the joys of unimportant arguments.

AN: This is what happens when you let me write when my muse is nearly dead. You get things that I think are funny. Do YOU think this was somewhat funny? Leave a review! 3