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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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The Queen walked back onto the terrace a warm smile on her face. “Excuse me for being so rude. I merely had to check up on the Princess.”
Narcissa Malfoy waved her hand as if to pardon the Queen of all rudeness. “And how is the Princess fairing?” She asked raising an elegant eyebrow slightly.
“Oh not too well I am afraid, she really is ill.”
“Such a shame! We were really hoping to meet her.” The blonde lady exclaimed. She nudged her son who joined in. “Oh yes, such a shame.”
The Queen grimaced behind her tea cup and muttered “I'm sure.” She knew exactly why her friend had bought her son. She wasn't born yesterday. She could see it glimmering in the witches eyes. She wanted a betrothal between the Princess and her son. But the Queen knew better than to force something as ridiculous as this on her Granddaughter. She could be a stubborn one. Especially after learning of the history the two had previously shared. No she would never force such a boy onto Hermione.
“Draco dear, you don't have to sit here and listen to us harp on all afternoon. I'm sure it would be such a bore for you. I hear one of your classmates is in the garden. You should go and spend some time. Such a lovely young girl.”
Draco looked as though someone had just forced razor blades down his throat. “Are you referring to the know it all? Hermione Granger? I think I would rather take my chances here thank you.”
“No I insist. Go have fun, I'm sure your mother will call you when we are done here.” The Queen smiled almost evilly. Draco could see the maliciousness in her eyes and wondered if the Queen was quite possibly trying to kill him.
He looked to his mother his eyes pleading with her. Narcissa felt for the boy, but blood status meant nothing to her. Not like her husband's wicked ideals. She cared neither way who her son was friends with. But maybe getting to know the muggle born would make Draco see that his father wasn't always right. “Yes dear run along, have fun.”
Draco's eyes widened and he felt suddenly sick. If only Father knew what his mother was doing. Draco instantly felt guilty, he knew full well what his father would do if he knew and he wouldn't wish that upon anyone. Certainly not his mother. He loved his mother more than his father and would do anything to keep her safe. He was terrified of his father though and felt he had to follow him in every way possible.
“Of course mother.” Draco excused himself from the table and left the terrace, making his way down the stone steps that led out onto the biggest garden he had ever seen. He felt like stomping his feet childishly. How dare they force him to spend time with the mud-blood!
He looked around aimlessly, he had two choices. Either sit here and pout alone while his mother and the Queen gossiped into the night or go and find Granger and spend the afternoon with her. He wasn't one for sitting around moping so he took off down the gravel path in search of the pain in the ass. Who knows maybe he could push her in a ditch and end up enjoying the afternoon after all?
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“You only have the one afternoon Miss.” Antony chuckled at the excited young girl.
“I've been dying to go in there since grandma mentioned it though.” Hermione pouted. “Please Antony.” She begged.
Her bodyguard chuckled. Hermione decided she liked the sound of when he laughed and vowed to get him to do it more often. She looked at him his tanned skin and perfect lips. A full head of dark brown hair which was styled messily. His dark black glasses hid his eyes but Hermione reckoned they were a deep brown colour. He was young, only in his twenties, but he was built, he looked strong. She guessed that's why her Grandmother picked him as her personal bodyguard.
“Your wish, my command.” He smiled.
“Oh Ant you do flatter me.” She flirted playfully.
“Queen afraid your going to steal the royal jewels?” A voice drawled from behind her.
Hermione groaned loudly, not even bothering to hide her disgust. “Go away Malfoy.”
“Afraid I can't do that, by order of the Queen I'm to spend the afternoon with you.” He sneered.
“Are you shitting me?”
Antony and Draco looked at the young girl in shock. Not used to hearing any cuss words out of her mouth. “And what did you mean? Queen afraid I'm going to steal?”
Draco pointed at Antony. “The bodyguard attached to your hip.”
Hermione looked flustered. “I am a guest in the castle I am assuming she wants me to stay safe, now bugger off ferret your ruining my afternoon.”
“I'm ruining your... Listen you filthy little mud blood. It's you who's ruining my afternoon. Not only do I not get to meet the Princess, but I am now being forced to spend my limited time with a know it all fussy little bitch!”
“Hey!” Antony walked forward and placed a hand on Draco's heaving chest. “Calm down before I throw you out the castle.”
Draco was furious. He pulled his wand out and attempted to cast a spell. Nothing happened. He tried again. Nothing. He looked at his wand confused and shook it as though it would help. Hermione burst into fits of giggles and Draco raised and eyebrow at her. “Something amusing?” He spat.
“You can't do magic within these walls. There are spells in place to protect the castle and the royal family. Your face though, it's a picture.” Hermione told him through giggles.
“Stupid, know it all bitch.” Draco muttered under his breath. How dare they make a fool of him. Did they forget who he was? Who his father was? Since the fall of the Dark Lord he was guessing it didn't really matter any more. His mother was as soft as shit though. She didn't care for all the bollocks sprouted by that mad man or his father. She was a loving carefree happy go lucky woman whose only passion in life was shopping and parties.
He had saw Hermione's skill and intelligence. Was she really all that tainted? If he cut her would she bleed the same as he did? He shook his head. Nonsense.
Hermione stared at Draco who seemed lost in thought. What was he thinking? She wondered. She sighed and guessed she would never know. After all she was nothing but a lowly mud blood why would he share anything with her. But she wasn't just a lowly mud blood was she? She was a princess. The next in line to receive the crown and become queen. Hermione rolled her eyes. She was already classed as the Gryffindor Princess. Oh if only they knew.
Antony cleared his throat. “Shall we go then?” He asked.
“Of course.” Hermione smiled. “Lead the way.”
The gardens of the castle really were huge. It took ten minutes to get to the entrance of the famous maze. A sulky Draco dragging behind them.
Hermione beamed at the sight of the fantastic maze. Draco noticed how her eyes lit up when she was excited. It made her look almost normal. Hermione turned to look at him. “Oh cheer up grumpy, it's an adventure.”
“What exactly is the point in this?” He drawled.
“It's called fun Malfoy! Take your head from out your arse and try it sometime.” Hermione snarled. He was ruining her vibe and her good mood. Why oh why would her grandmother send him out here to her? She was going to have serious words with the Queen later about her judgement.
“I'm not exactly keen on this situation Granger, I don't exactly have a choice you know.”
“Course you do Malfoy turn your arse around and walk straight back to the castle. Away from me and my afternoon.”
Draco sighed. “How about a game?”
“A game? Are you for real?” Hermione asked raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Yes it's called lets be civil.”
Hermione scoffed. “You civil? Do you even know the meaning?”
Draco inclined his head as if to say yes. “First one to break it loses.”
“I won't lose.”
“Would you like to make a bet?” Draco smirked.
“What do you want?”
“If I win you introduce me to the Princess.” He smiled.
Hermione's breath caught in her throat. Anything but that. Oh god why. “It's not my place to introduce you to the royal Princess. It could be seen as a major offence.”
“Have you met the Princess?” Draco asked.
“Of course I have been here all summer I'm bound to run into her from time to time.”
“Are you doubting your skills of civility?” Draco teased her.
Of course she wasn't. She was royalty she was the epitome of civil but she knew Draco was sneaky and didn't want to have to take the chance. After all a bet is a bet and her father once told her to never make bets her ass couldn't cash.
“And what do I get?” Hermione asked.
“Anything you desire.” Draco purred.
“You got yourself a bet.” Hermione said defiantly taking his hand to shake it.
“Wait what do you want?” Draco asked.
“I need to think about it.” Hermione smiled as she walked through the entrance to the maze. Antony shook his head trying not to smile and followed the Princess. Draco stood still his face a picture of pure confusion.
“Come along pretty boy, I want to make the centre before dark.”
He shook his head as he heard her giggles moving further away. This was going to be an interesting afternoon after all Draco smiled as he chased after the girl.
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