A Royal Arrangement (Drarry) ✓

Prologue

A/N:
So above this is what I pictured the map to look like in my head. It's a crappy drawing (that's after a lot of editing) but I thought I'd share it. Anyways, the story. Hope you enjoy!

In the beginning, there were 4 small tribes that lived in harmony. Over the years, they travelled from place to place, looking for good land to settle down. Other tribes, however, were having similar ideas, which resulted in messy, chaotic wars.

Eventually, the 4 tribes that fought hard won over 4 good pieces of land. Merlin, touched by their unity, blessed the lands and bidded them to prosper. Each tribe was then given the choice of which one to settle in.

Gryffindor, being the bravest and most participative in battle, was given the honours to pick first. They chose a beautiful land surrounded by the forest, which was both futile and conducive. Despite knowing that the land was surrounded by their enemies, they had the confidence to fight them off, which they did over the years with ease.

Hufflepuff, given the honours to be the second to pick, just wanted a quiet peaceful life. They picked the smallest of lands, which was also the most secluded in terms of geographical location. Their land fully supported the idea of their small, close-knit village. This was a win-win situation, since the other 3 tribes all craved land for expansion and development.

Ravenclaw, being the third to pick, chose the strategic places in the mountains. This way, the enemies would have a harder time attacking them. With their wisdom and intellect, they were able to build around the rough terrains, making their kingdoms stronger and better every year, and making it of primal importance to pass down the knowledge from generation to generation.

Slytherin, having valued self-preservation, did not actively participate in the wars, and were therefore given the last option. The land was barren, mostly sand, which caused protest among their people. As per their requests, Merlin succumbed to their persuasive words, blessing their lands with a multitude of caves, filled with gems and riches. This made them the richest out of the 4, which excited them. None of the other tribes, however, envied this, seeing that their lands were barren and have no room for conducive development. On top of that, enemies were now eyeing their land, watching it prosper in their wealth. Slytherins, as resourceful as they were, thought of the only viable solution and made it a reality- they went underground.

As the leaders of each tribe grew old, they decided to hand over their leadership positions to the ones they felt were most worthy, having embodied the basic values of their tribe. From Gryffindor, the Potters were honoured, having defended their people bravely in the battle. From Hufflepuff, the humble yet hardworking Diggorys were favoured. In Ravenclaw, the Lovegoods were chosen for their wit, intellect and creativity. For Slytherin, the answer was simply logical as the Malfoys were the ones who manipulated Merlin for the wealth bestowed upon them.

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Many, many years later

"Dragon, my dear, why have you called for a family meeting?" His mother asked sweetly with a look of concern. The boy, only at the tender age of 16, met the eyes of his family confidently.

"I wish to marry the Prince of Gryffindor." He said, getting an outburst from his Aunts and Uncles. His father, their king, was quick to silence them, allowing Draco to continue.

"Given the current situation our kingdom is in, I believe it will be for the best." He said, swallowing thickly. "What Slytherin needs is tighter political bonds with another country. Besides, Gryffindor, from what we understand, has a brilliant military."

"It would make sense." His father spoke up finally, breaking the silence. "My son, are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes, father." Draco replied without hesitation. "I understand fully what I mean."

"You have our permission, Draco. We just want you to be happy." His mother said with sad eyes. "Out of my selfishness, you will only leave when you are 18."

"Do us proud, Draco." His Aunt, Bellatrix said, patting him on the back.