The Prime Princess

I hate my life!

Hermione stomped around in her VIP Suite down in the dungeons and glared her reflection in the mirror. The blood-red gown did everything to reveal her body. At that moment she’d bought it, that had seemed to be quite fitting but now she despised it. She looked like a five-dollar whore. She wanted to put on some black robes and disappear into night. Go away, leave all behind.

Why people had to be so fucking complicated with all the etiquette and stuff to drive you mad and bind you with unwritten rules to keep you from saying and doing things that society considered to be impropriate. She felt like hitting someone. Real hard.

Hermione wanted to spar; vent some frustration but she was scheduled for a dinner. She felt the need to kick someone’s ass. But even more she wanted to shove earphones over her ears, turn up the volume and listen some metal-rock music while driving a powerful engine between her thighs – a fierce Yamaha. Now where did that come from?

The anger was overwhelming and she was barely able to control it and play it cool. A monster wanted to get out of her, rip everything apart but she knew the beast. She knew it was a part of her – it was her, and it could be controlled.

“Somebody’s gonna pay,” muttered Hermione and stormed out of her quarters. Pansy and Millicent started to comment on her looks but she didn’t stay to listen their sweet-talk.

Rushing out of the dungeons, she almost ran over the Golden Trio. Ron was dumbstruck but Harry looked a little bit shocked. It was Granger who started off with the stuff that it wasn’t appropriate to wear such clothing inside the school.

“Hey! Mudblood, don’t get on my nerves,” hissed Hermione and pointed a finger at Carmen, “Or you wont see another day.”

“Are you threatening a Head Girl?” demanded Carmen, pushing her badge for her to see. Hermione just snorted.

“What ya think?” she asked and turned around to walk out of the Entrance Hall.

“She was threatening me!” screamed Carmen and looked at her two friends who had fallen quiet. “Fifty points from Slytherin for threatening a Head Girl!”

Huge hourglasses on the wall withdrew fifty emeralds and stood it tie with Ravenclaw. Griffindor was leading.

“Camme, have you gone bananas?” asked Ron after getting his voice back.
***
Hermione marched out of the Hogwarts gates and pulled out an envelope with a Portkey in it. This time Lucius hadn’t revealed her the location of their dinner, wanting it to be a surprise. She broke the seal on the envelope and peaked inside. A gorgeous diamond ring fell out onto her palm. Almost instantly she felt the familiar pull but then she was ripped out of the sensation.

“Whatta…”

A white cloth was pressed over her face, the smell of chemicals made her feel lightheaded and seconds later Hermione passed out.
***
Hermione felt weight on her. It had a shape. A shape of a man stroking her cheek. She heard him saying something but she couldn’t make out the words. The voice was familiar although.

Feeling her limbs again, she wanted to push that man off of her but found that her hands were bind over her head. Pulling harder, the metal cuffs dug into her wrists drawing a little bit blood.

“Hush, baby, don’t hurt yourself,” said the man hovering above her and stilling her hands. She stopped struggling and squinted her eyes to see in the dark room.

“Draco?” asked Hermione in a whisper and then froze from the realization as she saw the long white hair fall around her as he leaned down on her.

“Hi there,” he greeted her and a smile crept over his elfish features.

Hermione just stared at him, her vision getting better and better every second. She hadn’t hoped to see him so close again after their first meeting. The moment of surprise faded and the anger returned.

“Untie me right this instance!” she yelled at him and struggled against her bonds that held her hands and feet in place. She was strapped down to a bed and she didn’t like the idea that he was touching her while she couldn’t shove him off.

“Not before I have you back,” he said and slithered his hand over her side to her hip and pushed her firmly into the mattress.

“You are not getting anyone back, mister!” stated Hermione matter-of-factly and glared at him, huffing with fury. When his hand traveled a bit lower and scraped up the silky material and bared her legs from the gown, she felt Morrigan stir inside her.

‘I want him,’ said Morrigan and struggled to surface. Hermione bite down the alien urges and focused on getting away from him and Morrigan.

“I never stopped loving you,” he whispered and ran his palm over her bare skin, bringing shivers all over her body. Morrigan moaned inside her and welcomed his touch when Hermione considered it repulsive.

“I’m so gonna send you to Court Marshal!”

‘Please, let me have him,’ whined Morrigan and wanted to take over. ‘He’s my husband.’

‘He’s yours but not mine’, said Hermione to her and felt a sting in her palm where the Mark was starting to warm up.

‘No, you’d kill him!’ shrieked Morrigan as she noticed the activated Mark gathering all the energy from the sealed room.

‘Then get out of my head with all of your needs! I will do it. And I don’t fucking care right now!’

Morrigan seemed to think about it and then drew back.

Hermione smirked at Major Draconis, as she no longer felt her presence inside her mind.

“Tempus Katalepsis!”
***
Carmen Granger was storming around in the Griffindor Common Room and pestered the younger students to go to bed. Finally she had some time to sit down behind her books and start with her homework. Harry and Ron had been watching her the whole time she’d been giving Hell to all others.

Ron nudged Harry to come forth.

“Um, Camme, weren’t you too hard on Slytherin?” Harry dared to ask.

Head Girl raised her head from her work and looked at both of them.

“On Slytherin? Don’t you mean on Ariston? Or have you started to like the whole snake pit?”

“Er, you know, Dumbledore always wanted to join the Houses, so why not participate in his actions and give some slack?”

“Oh, I see now. That Ariston bitch has wooed you! She has messed with your head!”
***
Twin-wands curled back around Hermione’s wrists as she walked down the ships empty corridor. She reached for the bridge and located their position in the Void. The Cruiser was near Niflheim and Midgard was just next to it. Almost at home.

“Warning, warning,” started to sound all over the ship as the distorted timeline inside one of the chambers created unsteady mass in the Void.

“Argh, crap,” muttered Hermione and let the diamond ring fall past her outreached hand. It only took a second when Major Draconis appeared behind her back but this time she was ready. Whipping around, she punched him right in the face. Draconis staggered backwards and whipped blood with the back of his hand.

“You’re good,” he leered with a grin.

“Never sneak upon Ariston,” she said smugly and raised both her wands, ready to hex him into oblivion.

“Should have kept that in mind,” he muttered and advanced her.

“You should have,” growled Hermione and went into combat mode.
***
Harry and Carmen were having a fight and Ron thought best to stay out of that. He set himself sitting on the ledge of the windowsill and looked out into the night. Something caught his eye.

“Oy, someone’s being beaten up at gates!” shouted Ron over others and took off.

Harry and Carmen watched him leave and then ran after him. Harry was first to caught up with him.

“What’s going on? What did you see?” asked Harry as they strode along the corridors and avoided patrols on the way.

“I didn’t see quite clearly but I think its Malfoy,” said Ron.

“What?!” shrieked Carmen, “So why do you go to rescue that git?”

Ron stopped abruptly and turned to look at Carmen. He was towering over the little witch.

“Like Harry said – Houses are going to be joined and first steps are going to be made.”

“Yes, yes, yes, I know that plan but be realistic! Slytherin would never come for our rescue!”

Ron stared hard at Carmen. How could he have fallen in love with such petty witch?

“They can surprise you, believe me,” said Harry and tugged at them to move on.
***
She had him in a headlock, squeezing the life out of him. Hermione hadn’t used her wands, wanting to give him a fair chance.

“Alexo!” shouted Harry, coming in range of hexing. Hermione was thrown off Major Draconis with such force she landed twenty feet away. Draconis coughed and dragged air into his lungs as Harry and Ron hurried to his side. Carmen went to check who was the attacker but found no one.

Turning back to Harry and Ron, she found a very different Draco she had expected to find.

“Better get him to Hospital Wing,” said Carmen and hide her bafflement of Malfoy’s new look starting from clothing and ending with hairdo.