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Everyone in the castle already knows they are to follow the orders of one Draco Malfoy, although no one has actually addressed her as she ought to be called yet. It is as it is because, officially, Draco Malfoy does not harbor the title of Queen, but of Lady, in the Potter Kingdom.
Everyone in the castle knows that’s, unofficially at least, not true.
So while everyone refers to Draco Malfoy as Lady Malfoy , Queen Harry can’t stress enough how eager she is to hear them start referring to her as their Queen .
In private only, of course, because in public Queen Harry only speaks in small sentences, and would never refer to someone longer than necessary. That is because she is the Queen, and expected to be doing her duties, and not gossiping with the resident Librarian, or the ginger rookie Knight.
She does talk to the Librarian, and the Knight, anyway. Because since she is the Queen, and does not follow orders of anyone, she doesn’t give a fuck about what an old scroll expects of her.
That is, too, the reason why one Draco Malfoy has been able to lay beside the Queen on their bed for so long.
This is one of those nights, where Harry doesn’t have any duties to fulfill the next day because the resident Librarian, Hermione, has arranged for them to have a free day tomorrow. Draco is ever so happy to lay down late with her Queen, talk about whatever. Or sometimes don’t talk at all, and instead use their mouths for something more productive – like kissing.
Draco hears the girls from the kitchen wonder why their Queen keeps her around. Harry has heard how the Knights patrolling at night mutter about the lack of a man ruling the Kingdom.
She does not pay attention to them, anyway, because they don’t understand that the Queen and her companion don’t keep each other around . Draco wants to stay with Harry, and Harry wants to stay with Draco.
And that is all.
That is, too, why they simply lay with each other and caress the other’s skin – not a worry of the outside world in sight. Harry, ever so carefree, promises a thousand things to Draco under the covers, and Draco promises them back to her.
It is as simple as that.
“Ron’s told me all about the new Knights.” Harry murmurs as she nudges Draco’s neck with her nose. “He says Charlie is going insane instructing them.”
Draco hums, pushing herself flush against Harry’s chest. “I’ve seen some of them around.” she says softly, barely above a whisper. “They’re stupid.”
Harry lets out a laugh, a vibrant, loud sound in the silent space of their room – not officially, but Harry refuses to call it her room, when Draco occupies it as much as she does .
“Don’t you mean they look stupid? They haven’t done anything yet.”
“One of them thought I was one of the maids. The other stepped on my foot and didn’t apologize.” she grumbled. “And the third told me to my face he thought you were dumb and would probably die immediately after assuming charge.”
“ Ooh, not a good choice of words.”
“So now you got two new incompetent knights. Fun, ain’t it, love?” she murmurs into the pillow, making Harry chuckle.
“What happened to the third?”
“ Who knows .”
Harry’s giggles resonate off the big room, and Draco presses herself closer to it. Humming, Harry circles her girlfriend’s waist with her arm, and with the other starts caressing the mismatched strands of short blond hair.
The raven huffs a laugh. “You really should’ve asked someone else to cut your hair.” she says teasingly. “Ginny, or George and Fred maybe.”
“Have you gone insane? They would’ve left it worse than it is already.”
“Just sayin’. Rebelling against your parents and going off to date the Queen of the rival Kingdom was cool as fuck, but this –”
“Oh, fuck off.” Harry laughs harder at that.
“This form of rebelling is so messy .”
“You’re one to talk. You’re a Queen , what’s up with the bird nest?”
“It has a life of its own , I told you!”
“Right.” Draco rolls her eyes.
One, two– three seconds pass, then they explode in silly giggles and loud laughter.
“I really like it, you know?” Harry’s smile presses against Draco’s neck, making the blonde’s breath uneven.
“I know.”
“ I think you’re really pretty, too. Doesn’t matter what hair you have.”
Draco smiles. “I know.”
Harry hugs her tight, and presses a kiss to her back. “I love you.”
“ I know .”
Harry snorts. “Oh, that’s just low –” they laugh.
“I love you too, you dumbarse.”