The Prime Princess

Professor Snape walked behind Millicent, Pansy and Hermione while keeping his eyes open for any trouble these little witches could muster. He had to admit that the trip to beauty parlor had done well for Pansy and Millicent as they radiated like Suns. But Hermione seemed to be distant. She listened to her friends but she really didn’t listen them at all. Snape checked his pocket watch that said he still had time to catch the train. He ushered the girls into the King’s Cross station and directed them towards platforms nine and ten.

Bustling people didn’t seem to notice them. To them they looked just tourists or rich snobs who had never used a railway before. Pansy was seeking out cute guys and wiggled her fingers at them, making Millicent giggle as she commented on them. Hermione wheeled the cart with shopping bags in front of her and glanced at the clock over the arrivals board. It was almost eleven.

“Come on, move, you three,” hissed Professor Snape and wrinkled his nose as Muggles surrounded him from everywhere. He also spotted some wizards and witches lurking around, waiting for perfect moment to step to the other side.

They walked right towards the barrier between platforms nine and ten. The barrier came closer and closer and looked more solid than ever. Three young witches in front of him disappeared for few seconds and then he saw them on the platform nine and three-quarters. A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to the platform and a sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock.

“On you go,” hurried Potion Master his students to get on board. Pansy went first and started to skim the compartments to find some cute guys to crash in with. Millicent followed her but mentioned she had serious relationship, so she couldn’t fool around.

Hermione walked through carriages until she reached to the end of the train and stepped into an empty compartment. Professor Snape accompanied her to the door and said he’d come and check on her after he has found the other girls. Hermione just nodded and put away her shopping bags and sat down under the window.

I’m slytherin, mulled Hermione and closed her eyes. She was an Ariston, raised to be the best but Fred Weasley had proved that she was even worse than the lowest scum.

How had she felled down from the top? When had that happened? The world used to love and admire her!

And also hate because she was perfect. But despise?

She had seen everything in the twins mind and known what was coming but to witness the hate he had for slytherins just shocked her.

In some reason she didn’t want to be that person anymore but she had no choice – she was who she was. End of story. And as an Ariston she was proud of it.

“Crap,” hissed Hermione.
***
Professor Snape found Pansy flirting with a pack of College students in one compartment and Millicent was going along with it. Snape smirked and decided that the witches were at proper age and he had no reason to ruin their fun. So he returned to the last compartment and stepping in, he noticed the gloomy look on Hermione’s face. Something was wrong.

“Miss Ariston?” he inquired and took a seat opposite to her. Hermione continued to stare at a point that was off this world with glazed eyes.

“Miss Ariston, do you hear me?” he asked with concern and reached out to touch her hand that lay over her knee. It was cold and lifeless.

“Miss Ariston!” shouted Professor Snape and leaped forward to shake her. Doing so he knocked over a glass jar that had been placed next to her feet. It rolled over the floor and stopped with a sharp clank. Fragile glass cracked but didn’t break, not just yet.

“What?” drawled Hermione and focused her eyes on Snape. “Are we there yet?”

Potion Master just stared hard at her, trying to see further but the Walker was strong to block him out. Then he chuckled and the rich sound of him made Hermione want to hear more.

“No, we are not there yet,” he said and sat back to his seat. “Can I ask of what were you thinking?”

Mostly about my sorry life, figured Hermione and leaned back. She was a mess. She didn’t know who she was or what she was supposed to be. Ariston inside her said she was the center of the Universe but all those fleeting thoughts made her think depressingly otherwise.

“About nothing,” said Hermione and glanced out of the window. Landscape just passed before her eyes and she didn’t even see it. Snape looked intently at her and in his head he tried out all the scenarios that could have caused the mood change in her.

“Tell me, what happened in that Weasley shop?” he asked and hoped to find any movement in her face. The disconsolate shadow on her serene features didn’t go away or didn’t turn into anger. Nothing.

“I found out what I am,” said Hermione in a low whisper.

“And what are you?” asked Snape with a raised eyebrow. Hermione’s head rose and her discolored eyes looked right into him.

“I am a monster,” said Hermione, the heir of Ariston fortune, the Prime Princess, the Center of the Universe.

The train made a sharp turn, hitting breaks for a second. Passengers in all compartments yelped from the surprise as their luggage fell on their heads. A forgotten jar clinked against the wall and shattered into pieces. Mauve mist rolled over the floor, filling the compartment with the scent of violets and anemones.
***
The music in a dance club was load, beating through bodies gyrating against each other. A young woman with long cherry-black hair moved in the beat with the music inside a golden gage with a tall man cherishing her with light kisses over her exposed neck.

“What do you want?” he asked in a low purr and grabbed at her hips, pulling her against him and grinding his erection against her wriggling ass that made him crazy.

“To forget,” she said and took his hands, guiding them under her short white leather skirt. His hands moved steadily over firm thighs, feeling every muscle under the skin move as she danced by the song.

“That I can help you with,” he purred and grunted when finding she didn’t wear underwear. Moans elicited from her as his long fingers brushed past her wet folds and lazily circled around the clit really not touching it. A frustrated hiss came from her as she pushed her ass against him more forcefully. A hand grabbed her hip to hold her still.

“Do you want this?” he asked and entered a finger into her hot slick cunt, making her gasp and moan. She reached a hand over her head and laced it around his neck.

“Yessssss,” she hissed in pleasure and captured his lips in a fierce kiss. Another finger entered her, stretching her, stroking her cunt as he continued to grind himself against her in the rhythm of the beat. She was so wet and excited by the caress of his thumb over her clit. It made her knees weak every time his thumb passed over it, leaving her wanting more.

His lips moved from her mouth to her ear and nibbled at her earlobe. His hard breathing tickled her hair as he licked her neck and bite down hard. The pain was arousing when mixed with firm stroking of her clit.

“Come for me,” he purred huskily, “Come and I’ll fuck you so hard and long you can’t walk for days.”

She moaned and whispered to him not to stop as she pushed against his hand, making him thrust deeper. The golden gage rocked from their movements as they hovered over dance floor filled with people. She opened up her legs for him to take her off this world. His knuckles rubbed against her aching clit and she felt his hardness and readiness pushing against her bare ass. God, she wanted to explode, needed it so desperately and as she closed her eyes, she slide over the edge. She came with a deep moan as her body tensed and shuddered.

“Beautiful,” he murmured and fucked her with his fingers until she came down from the climax. He pulled her skimpy skirt higher and ran a slick hand over her bare ass.

“Mine,” he growled with hoarse voice and she heard the sound of unzipping the pants and then felt his cock teasing her along her wet folds.

“Please,” she moaned and she was answered as he entered her with one deep thrust. Her back arched with a sigh and she grabbed with both hands from golden barbs when he started to move with the music. Fast and hard.

She watched couples under them dancing, flirting. It looked like fucking with clothes on. She didn’t care if someone was watching them up there and met his thrusts eagerly, pushing back, making him believe she wanted it. His hands gripped her hips and dragged her back and forth as he slammed into her with pure furious lust. She turned her head and kissed him passionately and moaned as she tightened around him, making him gasp against her lips.

He descended his lips to her neck and licked it in the rhythm he was pounding into her and as he came, he sank his teeth into her soft skin driving her over the edge once more.
***
The train stopped with a sudden yank and everything flew from the racks in the direction of motion. Hermione landed on her knees and hands and cried out in pain. Her Potion Master rubbed his eyes and looked around. It was already dark outside but they were still far away from Hogwarts. He got up to help Hermione but felt his erection rubbing uncomfortably against the front of his pants. Biting down, he knelt on one knee and got hold of Hermione. She was trembling and gasping. Her skin felt so hot under his hands as he helped her to stand up.

“What happened? Are we there yet?” she asked and squinted her eyes to see in the dark. All the lights were out but through the glass of the compartment door they saw a distant glow.

“No, we are not there yet,” he said and held her close to him. Snape drew out his wand and cast a Lumos. Hermione willed her left wand to slither onto her palm and also cast Lumos to lighten the place up.

“Then what?” she asked and held onto him as they approached the door. Snape pulled it open and peered into the corridor. Some curious passengers had done the same and were now looking at the two of them.

“Maybe the Ministry…” started Snape but was cut short as a scream chilled the air and then the next and next…

“GET INSIDE!” roared Snape as he saw a huge Mirkhound dash along the corridor in their direction. Hermione jumped backwards as he slammed the door shut and stood in front of it with a raised wand.

“The Ministry doesn’t use Mirkhounds,” she said over the shouting. Then she saw the figure of the hound behind the door sniffing and scraping it.

“But Ancients do,” replayed Snape and stepped back a little to hide Hermione behind his back. She stumbled over her luggage and landed on her ass but got pretty good view of the feared creature that those old crones called Cu Sith.