Once Upon a Hairbrush

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Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: AlessaGreenwood ( on ao3 ) 

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Politics had never been his strong suit but he would soon have to become more acquainted with it for he had no choice but to take up the throne of his father before him. The country had been nearly torn apart by war and it was only due to Prince Harry's intervention did the fighting come to a halt. Though he was still relatively young, not quite passed his twentieth birthday yet, he was a brilliant strategist and a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. He'd fought hard against the enemy alongside his father and was there when King James had been struck down. The same sword that had taken his father's life had left an impressive gash over Prince Harry's right eye, just before the young prince slew Lord Voldemort and ended the battle there. It was now up to Harry to decide what to do with the many lands and allies that had aligned themselves with Voldemort. Some of the lands he took to redistribute among the lords and ladies of his court, a large parcel he signed over to his best friend and closest confidant, Ronald Weasely. Along with the land Harry gifted Ron the title of Duke. Harry took some pleasure in giving the gifts, there had been so many older dignitaries from his father's court that had looked down on Ron as he had come from nothing. Now one of the most noble men Harry knew had the luxuries befitting one.

Other grand houses he allowed to remain in the possession of those who had originally owned them. There were rumors that one of the oldest and most influential families, that of the Malfoys, had given refuge to enemy soldiers during the war. Harry had recognized that had they refused to provide sanctuary that there was an almost certainty that Lord Voldemort would have murdered the entire clan. Pairing that empathy with the fact that the Malfoys were responsible for producing more than half the wines cultivated in the entire country, Harry felt it best that they remain titled and with the lands they needed to house their impressive vineyards.

As peace had returned to the country he began to hear murmurings across his court that the new king needed to procure himself a queen. After all, it was paramount he consider the future of his kingdom. Many young ladies of the court offered him coy, flirtatious smiles in the hopes he would pay them attention. Truly there were a number of fair omegas among them, as well as a fair few betas that were just as lovely, but Harry hadn't been taken by any of their scents.

Some of the gentry had taken his relationship to a certain beta female with a degree of seriousness but Harry had been quite frank in declaring that the Lady Hermione was simply a good friend. The two had known each other since childhood and Harry truly appreciated the council of a brilliant young woman. Lady Hermione often visited Harry when she had the time to spare, ready and willing to lend the young king a sympathetic ear and to offer any advice she could. Since the end of the war her visits had become few and far between as she was often busy recording the significant historical events in great detail on veritable yards of parchment. Her works lined the castle library's shelves and Harry looked forward to each new volume she produced. It was his luck that she happened to have some time and had decided to pay her friend a visit.

"Harry!" The lady exclaimed in her excitement, stumbling out of her elegant carriage and rushing to meet him on the steps outside of his imposing castle. Harry spread wide his arms and embraced her tightly, glad to see her again. She grinned up at him then turned so she could pull him back inside the warm hall of Castle Gryffindor. He followed her with a smile.

"I have heard nothing but rumors but it's going around that you, sir, are looking for a bride," She spoke plainly. Harry sighed and gave her a pained look. He allowed Hermione to lead him off to his impressive study, where she sat him on a deep, comfortable armchair across from the one she claimed.

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