Song- Be

"Sir, is your Majesty willing to take the Oath?" Archbishop Flitwick asked.

"I am willing," Harry and Draco replied simultaneously.

"Prince Draco, will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Durmstrang, and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"

"I solemnly promise so to do."

"Prince Harry, will you solemnly promise and swear to govern the Peoples of Gryffindor and Slytherin, and of your Possessions and other Territories to any of them belonging or pertaining, according to their respective laws and customs?"

"I solemnly promise so to do."

"Will you to your power cause Law and Justice, in Mercy, to be executed in all your judgements?"

"I will," they both responded.

They stood side by side, two balanced powers of royalty and of love, ready to accept the responsibility that came with their titles.

Draco's eyes scanned over the huge crowd in front of him. People from all three kingdoms were here, all eyes on the pair in front of them.

"Prince Draco, I now present to you the crown of Durmstrang, accompanied with the high title of King of Durmstrang and the duties that come with it. Do you accept your title?"

"I accept my title as King of Durmstrang, and the duties that come with it," Draco responded, the practiced words spilling out of his mouth easily.

The gold- God, he detested gold- crown, laden with sapphires and diamonds, was placed on his head, the weight seeming more than Draco had anticipated. 

Silver is better anyways. And I didn't mean like that. It feels like the weight of responsibility, Draco had told Blaise. 

A pang went through his chest as he sought out Blaise in the crowd, only to not find him there.

It made sense, though. Blaise was hated in their kingdom. For him to show his face would be suicide.

"All hail King Draco, ruler of Durmstrang!"

"Long live the King!" the cheers rang out.

The Archbishop turned to Harry.

"Prince Harry, I now present to you the crown of the joint kingdoms of Gryffindor and Slytherin, accompanied with the high title of King of Gryffindor and Slytherin and the duties that come with it. Do you accept your title?"

"I accept my title as King of Slytherin and Gryffindor, and the duties that come with it," Harry responded.

Harry's crown was silver, lucky bastard, adorned with sparkling rubies near the bottom and a larger emerald in the center. As it was placed on the boy's head, Draco couldn't help but gasp at the beautiful contrast of silver metal to black curls, at the beauty and power it gave Harry, at how well it suited him.

"All hail King Harry, ruler of Gryffindor and Slytherin!"

"Long live the King!"

"Long live the king," Draco murmured, and only Harry heard him.