The Prime Princess

Draco moved closer and let his eyes drift over the pile of open books. These ones were old as the school itself and even older. What were these two doing there with those books capable of summoning the most vicious demons and bringing along apocalypse?

“Weasley,” he acknowledged the redhead and then turned his attention to Harry. “Potter, doing some research?”

Harry clenched his jaws and stared at Draco. He wanted to cover up the books or just curse Malfoy into oblivion but he guessed the white ferret was one key element in saving Hermione.

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?” he asked and looked down on the book, pretending to read and trying to ignore Head Boy. In the meanwhile Ron had gotten over his trauma and started to work up his hate against Draco.

“It’s my business to know if my Prefects are meddling with something illegal,” Draco told casually and picked up one ancient book. It had lots of interesting illustrations about the devil and souls being harvested.

“What, so you could go and tell?” couldn’t Ron hold his tongue. Draco left his remark unnoticed and continued to skim the pages.

“Potter, what’s it really for?” asked Draco as he closed the book. Harry looked at Draco and for a second he saw the Mark on his cheek glow faintly.

“It’s for the Reaper,” said Harry in a whisper. One pale eyebrow rose as Draco stared at him with a blank gaze. Ron felt quite smug to see all mighty Malfoy dumbstruck.

“Fill me in,” demanded Draco all of the sudden.
***
Hermione cast a spell over her locks to hold them in place as she added some hairpins with pearls to complete her royal hairdo. She was supposed to feel nervous but instead she felt calm as she applied some make-up and sprayed her favorite perfume that made men kneel before her and kiss the land she walked on.

“You smell delicious,” purred Lucius stepping behind her and kissing her bare shoulder, licking his way up to her neck until she turned around to kiss him.

“We have to go,” said Hermione with a moan as his hands had rounded her ass and started to squeeze her.

“We have some time,” told Lucius with a boyish gleam in his eyes. Hermione giggled as he hooked one hand under her thigh and pulled it over his hip.

“Not that much,” said Hermione, knowing how much time Lucius would take on finally getting her undressed and moaning.

“I promise to be quick,” told Lucius and pressed his aching erection against her. Hermione grinned wickedly and gave him a smacking kiss.

“I can’t go to the party looking shagged,” said Hermione and slipped from his grip. Lucius pouted and groaned as she fixed up her gown. Hermione looked at him and grinned slyly as she brushed past him to get to the door.

“Here’s a thought – I don’t wear any underwear,” she said and the look on his face was a beautiful torment.
***
The engagement party at Aristons mansion was exquisite. All the important people were there with loads of family members. The mansion hadn’t been that crowded since the memorial service for Hermione’s grandfather.

“There she is,” hissed Pansy as she and Blaise made their way through the guests.

“And she is talking to the Minister,” hissed Blaise back.

“Yes-yes, I think I can think a way to get her alone with us,” said Pansy and looked around for something to use. Lucius was surrounded by a group of witches who all wanted to know why he chose Hermione. There were also some journalists who hunted some good bits.

“You have a plan?” asked Blaise and eyed Millicent with Gregory and Vincent approaching to Hermione. Blaise was green with envy as Hermione waved over the room at Lucius with a big smile.

“Yeah, sure. Here,” said Pansy and waved a waiter with glasses of champagne to her. Pansy took one glass, sipped a little and then smashed its rim gently against a pillar. She managed to chip out a piece and not to break the whole glass.

“And now what?”

“The rest is easy,” said Pansy and cast an illusion spell over the glass to make it look like whole again. Pansy smiled and then started to move through the crowd towards Hermione with Blaise in tale.

“Pansy!” cheered Hermione as she noticed her friend. Pansy came next to her and as to hug her, she intentionally dragged her broken glass over the underside of her hand drawing blood.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” murmured Pansy as Hermione yelped and turned her hand to take a look at it. Pansy knew her secret. She knew the secret that was her biggest weakness – her blood.

“Oh, it’s okay. Okay… riiiight… Crap, I’m loosing it,” mumbled Hermione as she watched her own blood dripping. Pansy took her other hand and led her out of the room, excusing to others that she needed fresh air.

“Come on, pumpkin, I’ll patch you up in no time,” said Pansy with a soft smile as she and Hermione got out of the room and collapsed into a small boudoir. Blaise closed the door behind them and put up few charms to keep others out of there. Pansy helped Hermione to sit down on an armchair and checked on her small cut. Hermione was seemingly starting to lose consciousness.

“Mione? Come on, look at me,” demanded Blaise, pushing Pansy out of his way and crouching in front of her. Pansy rolled her eyes and fixed her wound instantly with a spell, sealing it up.

“Stay with me,” ordered Blaise and took her face between his hands. Hermione tried to hold onto herself and his voice but the darkness pushed on.

“Blaise?” was the last word before she finally fainted.

“That was bloody brilliant,” cursed Blaise.

“Of course cuz now we kidnap her,” said Pansy simply and looked at the fireplace.
***
“The symbol means Trinity,” said Harry and gave an old book about symbols to Draco who looked into it for some confirmation. “My theory is – if the symbol of Eternity made Hermione the Walker, giving her control over the time itself, then Morrigan and others pushed her to become a Reaper but the Mark changed.”

“Yes,” told Draco as he remembered the alien place where it had happened.

“How?” asked Harry, “I need to know.”

Draco stared at him and figured he didn’t need to explain anything. Cith almost killed him. He needed her to kill him to bring out Hermione. But did Harry need to know that?

“I was dying and she healed me with wandless magic,” he summed it up.

“And Blaise?”

“He was there somewhere,” said Draco with a shrug.

“The power of three,” mumbled Harry and started to dig around in books again. Ron stared at his friend acting like Carmen.

“Right, if I got this right, then Hermione doesn’t have to kill innocents to get rid of Ancients because of the Mark. That’s the only thing that can prevent it. Yes, I’m quite sure. The power of three… I just read about it. Where’s the bloody book?”

“Hang on,” said Draco and closed the book with a bang. “Mione starts to kill innocents?”

Harry looked up.

“I thought you knew.”

“No. I did not know,” growled Draco with a murderous look on his face. “When?”

“Well I was about to ask that from yourself,” confessed Harry.

“We need to find Hermione,” announced Ron and stood up. “She’s at Aristons Mansion, isn’t she?”
***
Alya Ariston opened a hidden door to boudoir and saw her daughter being consumed by green flames in the fireplace. And then she was gone.

“Noooo!!!”