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To be a Princess	By : princess-love Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hermione was taking her afternoon stroll in the garden. It was the only twenty minutes of freedom a day she had been allowed. Between princess lessons and rules and her Grandmother this was her much welcomed escape.
The rules were overbearing to the point she wanted to scream in frustration. No leaving the castle grounds. No talking to the help. Enunciate every spoken word properly. Always chew with your mouth closed. Always keep your head held high. No slouching. Always hold yourself properly in public. Do not embarrass the family, especially the queen. No telling anyone who you are.
Rules. Rules. Rules. She was sick of rules. She was twelve when her parents introduced her to her Grandmother. Otherwise known as the Queen of Sweden. Her father had refused his rightful place as King and chose to live a normal life in England with her mother. But the Queen was getting ready to retire and the next Heir to the throne was Hermione. She had until her sixteenth birthday to decide if she was going to become Queen or not.
It was a huge responsibility. One she didn't take lightly. At first princess lessons were once a week during the holidays and a few bits of homework she sent back now and then. But as Hermione grew older the more impatient and nervous the Queen became. Even to the point where last year she had started showing up once a week at Hermione's school.
School was getting harder and harder. She was a witch at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardy and she was also the Princess of Sweden. Juggling both had not been easy. Of course no one at school knew she was a Princess. She didn't think they would care much either. The only person who knew was Dumbledore and he along with her Grandmother seemed dizzy over the prospect.
They both thought about the long run and had already started talks of how one could help the other. Usually she got to spend her summer holidays with her parents and her friends but not this summer. It was the last summer before her 'coming out' ball and her Grandmother wanted to squeeze in everything they could. It was tiring and Hermione honestly didn't know how much more she could take.
Looking at her watch she sighed. Her twenty minutes were up. It was time for tea on the terrace. She snorted. Quickly she looked around to make sure no one had seen or heard her rude out burst. Sighing once more she made her way back to the castle. Even afternoon tea held a lesson. How to properly sit eat and talk whilst in company.
She rolled her eyes. She didn't need lessons here. She prided herself on having impeccable manners anyway. She didn't think there was much more her Grandmother could actually teach her in this department.
Walking up the back steps of the castle she made her way into the grand foyer. Amelie her Grandmother's assistant was fussing over two strangers.
“This way madame, the Queen is about to have afternoon tea on the terrace with her granddaughter. I'm sure she was expecting you?” It was a nervous question. Amelie knew better than to catch the Queen off guard with unannounced guests.
The tall sophisticated looking blonde woman answered. “Of course, I would never show up anywhere unannounced.” The Lady seemed almost offended.
Hermione frowned at the tall blonde boy next to her. She swore she knew him. She watched silently as he turned and she gasped. Quite loudly too for all eyes turned on her.
“Granger.” The boy sneered his eyes narrowing slightly. “What are you doing here?”
Amelie looked shocked at the young boy's behaviour. How dare he speak to the Royal Princess with such audacity. Hermione could see that she was about to say something and shook her head in a warning signal. Amelie's mouth snapped shut, she was confused as to what was happening.
“Draco! Wherever are your manners?” The blonde woman scolded.
Hermione assumed this must be his mother. She appreciated her interference but she what she didn't appreciate was the way the older witch was looking her up and down.
“I'm sorry mother. I forgot myself for a moment. Me and Granger go to school together.”
Again Amelie was about to say something but Hermione shot her another warning look. “My Aunt.” She pointed at Amelie. “I'm visiting for a couple of days.” It was the best she could come up with on such short notice. “And what may I ask brings you here Malfoy?”
“Mother has been close personal friends with the Queen for as long as anyone can remember.” He smirked evilly. Revelling in the fact that his mother was friends with royalty. Hermione knew what he was doing. He was bragging. She was here visiting an aunt and here he was invited to tea with the Queen. Hermione wished she could laugh freely. If only he knew the truth.
Mrs Malfoy no longer interested turned to Amelie. “I hear the Princess is finally home, will she be having tea?”
Hermione jumped in before Amelie could answer. “The Princess wished me to inform you aunty Ami that she will regretfully be missing afternoon tea as she no longer feels her best.”
Hermione noticed that Mrs Malfoy's face fell slightly. And Hermione understood straight away. The whole reason for their visit was so they could lay eyes upon the elusive Princess. “Oh such a shame I have heard marvellous things. Maybe another time.”
“The queen will not be happy.” Amelie frowned.
“I'm sure the queen will get over it.” Hermione snapped losing her patience. Without another word Hermione went back out into the garden. She needed air. How dare her Grandmother not tell her that she had invited guests! Magical guests! Had she lost her mind? Did her Grandmother not know who the Malfoy's actually were. Obviously not.
Hermione dropped unceremoniously onto the grass in her little garden. This was where she came to hide. Or where she liked to think she was hiding. But the sad fact was that she was never truly alone. She cracked one eye open to see Antony standing silently a good few feet away.
He was her personal bodyguard. Even on the toilet he was always a step behind her. Following her every move. She felt sorry for him. Such a tedious job! Following her around all day.
“I just did a bad thing didn't I?” She asked aloud.
“The Queen won't be happy Miss.” Antony spoke.
They had a sort of friendship going on although he only ever spoke when she spoke first. Hermione liked him though. He was always blunt and honest. He wasn't scared of telling her the truth like everyone else in the castle.
She sighed and closed her eyes again. The warm afternoon sun felt amazing on her face. If only every day could be as relaxed as this.
“That boy in there has done nothing but torment me and my friends for the last five years. I cannot sit willingly and have tea with the Malfoy's.” She groaned.
“Does your Grandmother know?” Antony asked her. Never moving from his position.
“No.” The young girl sighed. “I have never had reason to tell her. I never thought there would be a situation like this.”
Anton pressed a hand to his ear and quietly said “The sparrow is in her garden.”
Hermione groaned louder and rolled over in the grass burying her face as far into it as she could. She was the sparrow and she knew what it meant. Her Grandmother was coming.
She didn't have to wait long. She looked up into her Grandmother's unhappy face. “This is no way for a Princess to behave!” She chided. “You were rude to our guests. And you lied!” The Queen seemed very offended.
“I can explain. Please for one second don't listen as a Queen listen as a Grandmother.” Hermione pleaded dragging herself up off the grass.
The older woman pursed her lips but nodded her head. “I'm listening.”
“Those guests in there are the Malfoy's, I go to school with the boy. He is such a pure blooded bigot. He has spent years telling me how I'm not good enough and how my blood is dirty. He calls me a mud blood!”
Her Grandmother seemed shocked. “A princesses blood is never dirty, how can he say such things.”
“Because he along with everyone else in the wizarding world do not know who I am yet. And the last person on earth I want knowing is Malfoy. I don't want his feelings towards me to change just because I'm a Princess I want them to change because I want him to see I'm equal.”
Her Grandmother smiled. “There, that's something that even I cannot teach. Common sense and a feeling of self worth.”
“I just don't want people's opinions of me to change just because I'm royalty. I want people to like me for who I really am first. I don't need fake friends through life I only want the real people who have an actual interest in me and not my crown.”
“I couldn't have said it any better myself my dear. You are growing into such a wonderful young woman, I am very proud.”
“How do you know the Malfoy's anyway?”
“Oh it goes back many years my dear. I met Narcissa when I was child, we became friends one summer and we have stayed friends since. I was the first person she told about going to that school. She bought me into your world. Of course I didn't believe her at first, even stopped talking to her for a while thinking she was crazy. But one summer she turned up out the blue and showed me. It took my breathe away.”
“That's why you have never questioned me being a witch and going to Hogwarts?”
“I didn't need to question it, I merely accepted it.”
Hermione smiled. Her Grandmother was so wise, she was a kind, caring Queen but she knew how to rule her country. Hermione hoped one day she could do as good a job as her. She wished it with all her heart.
“Now.” The Queen started. “I must go inform my guests that the Princess is indeed ill and will not be joining us. You have the afternoon to yourself my dear. Just don't leave the grounds.”
“You mean your not mad?”
“Why would I be mad? I'm your Grandmother Hermione and you just gave me one hell of a grown up reason for doing what you did. I wouldn't be mad in the slightest. You have shown me your rationale and thinking are wise beyond your years. Now enjoy the rest of your day.”
Hermione watched as her Grandmother walked back to the castle. She actually had an afternoon off to do whatever she pleased? Growing excited she looked to her bodyguard. “Antony?”
“Yes Miss?”
“I'm going into the maze.”
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