Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

The Alpha's precious treasure

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: PollyWeasley ( on ao3 ) 

I FEEl like I've posted this before HAVE I OMG IDKKK

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I've heard a lot about the long cold war between the South and North-eastern kingdoms. It was a war started by the South Kingdom – my home and pride, although I could see where we've been in the wrong. Being in an eternal winter, the South kingdom lacked a lot, and so they tried hard to manipulate and steal the other kingdoms. Our first King, Salazar Slytherin, had a lot of success. Soon enough we were owners of the Central and North kingdoms. The Northeast was never a problem. Godric Gryffindor was much more concerned with his own people.

This... Until the king before my father tried to overthrow the North-eastern king, James Potter. He managed to kill the King and Queen, but didn't realise their son, Prince Harry, although a child at the time, would manage to kill him in his sleep. As soon as he was old enough, King Harry, Alpha of the Gryffindor Kingdom, managed to take every little piece of land controlled by Riddle. When it came to us, though, my Father, current Alpha King of the Slytherin kingdom, made an agreement with the Gryffindor King. He wouldn't strip my father of his crown and, in exchange... He'd have me.

It was a fair enough agreement, and they settled it with their right hands. Although not much older than me, King Harry looked like a brute. I haven't seen him closely – of course not. I was the most precious jewellery of my kingdom, I had to be protected at all costs. But I've managed to ran away from my maid, Pansy, and spied him through a gap on the Throne room door. He was huge, much bigger and stronger than my father was, although both were alphas. It looked like the genes of the North-easterns ran thicker.

Of course, I couldn't observe much before Pansy nagged me about how inappropriate my behaviour was.

In the end, it didn't really matter. Here I was, wearing my whitest white clothing, a long and delicate gown that hid me from neck to toes. It had lace on my wrists and neck, and although it had some sort of shape in my waist area, it was mostly made to hide my goods. My hair was worn short, as was traditional for unmated omegas like me, and I had no jewellery on me. I was the jewel, so I didn't need anything on me, otherwise it would shine more than I did.

My eyes were painted with a bit of white on the lids, so they looked a bit more delicate and ethereal, and on my lips was dabbed a bit of pinkish tincture.

"You'll be with me, right?" I asked Pansy, who was dressed in white, just as me, but in a much more modest way. Her gown didn't have any lace or form, because she was just a maid, and not a prince as I was.

"We travelled for months to this hot as hell place. I don't know how we can survive in our gowns here in Gryffindor, but I assure you, Prince Draco, I didn't travel this far to fall back on you," she said, and I smiled. I had yet to meet my... Well, husband. She was preparing me for my marriage, which would happen in a few minutes.

I wasn't nervous. Okay, I was a bit nervous about the consummation of the marriage part. I, just like the rest of my people, was on the short side. But then I was short even for my people, around 4'11''. Pansy was taller than me, although I was older than her. At 18, I was mature enough to be a consort Omega King, like I've always imagined I would be. Of course, there were omega kings and queens in the past... Just not in Slytherin. Hufflepuff, the Central Kingdom, was named after their Omega Queen, and she was loved and adored. She was long dead now, but still I carried her story dear in my heart as an inspiration. If Queen Helga could do it, I could do it, too.