The Prime Princess

Everybody hates Monday mornings. It was just one of those things the whole mankind agreed on. Monday came too quickly and often brought a headache.

7:00 AM was too bloody early to get owled but 6:00 AM was even more ridiculously earlier to get a fucking wake-up call. A loud crack boomed and Hermione woke up with a jerk. Something had Apparated into her bedroom but something heavy around her waist hold her down for further investigation. Blaise was draped crosswise over her – his face pressed against her belly, right hand curled around her hip and left clutching sheets. And he still slept even after the bang going off!

Hermione stared at the young man laying comfortably on top of her and summoned up some recollections from the last night to explain why was he there. Oh yeah, the winter season!

Squirming a bit under him, she tried to reach for the bed-curtains. Torches were already lit and through the thin layers of silk-lace she saw a red envelope waiting her on the nightstand. Hermione quivered seeing that and bit her lower lip. That stupid thing was really gonna wake up Blaise and she was not interested in enlightening him the reasons why they were the way they were.

Accioing her wand, she pointed the tip at Blaise and muttered: “Surditas!” Satisfied that he no longer heard a thing, she took the Howler and opened it.

“QUIDDITCH PRACTISE STARTS AT 6:30 AM. NOONE HAS THE RIGHT TO BE LATE OR I’LL MAKE THAT PERSON SWET TWICE AS HARD! GET YOUR LAZY ASSES OUT OF BED AND GET TO THE FIELD RIGHT NOW!”

The Howler burst into flames and dusted ash all over her sheets. Hermione scowled at that and purified the mess up. She restored Blaise’s hearing and sulked a bit.

Yep, Mondays suck, big time!
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Thirteen Slytherin sleepwalkers stood outside the changing-room and leaned against their brooms to stay up right. The whole team with back-up players was not fascinated about the idea of doing some exercise. But their Captain was hard not to ignore.

Draco Malfoy had woken up in Prefects Bathroom with a screaming Hannah Abbott. If he had to suffer, then everybody else had to suffer too. At least the weather was normal but a bit chilly for the middle of October.

“Off you go, maggots!” ordered Draco and herded them to the pitch. Hermione stayed behind to gossip with two Chasers LaLey DeMarcus and Nemesis Viggo. They chatted about the main-playing Keeper Tristan Carter who was a cute honey-blond guy with adorable cheek-dimples and electrifyingly blue eyes. LaLey had a huge crush on him, but Tristan had been in love with her for ages. Irony was that they both didn’t know how the other one felt and sometimes Hermione used it to amuse herself.

“You, three hags, get yourself moving!” shouted Draco and dragged the crate into the middle of the pitch. He waited with little patience when everybody had gathered around and released two Bludgers that took off, tossed the Quaffle to Dorian Montgomery and finally freed the Golden Snitch.

The team was divided into two and Hermione took the leadership in the other group. LaLey and Tristan were in the same set and that made Hermione come up something evil. She flew up to the rival’s goalhoops and lingered near Tristan. The Keeper eyed two opposing Rosenbaum brothers Tiegan and Raiden fight over the Quaffle.

Hermione sighed expressively and hovered little closer.

“She is wearing those pink strings again that has written in front: Suck me hard!” whispered Hermione into his ear and hide the smirk from gobsmacked Tristan. Second later he was drooling all over the blond witch, letting Hermione’s team’s Chaser – Nemesis Viggo – score 10 points.

“Ariston 10 – Malfoy 0!” hollered Nemesis in triumph and went after Dorian who had caught the red ball.

Draco rose above the game and gritted his teeth. Damn Carter was ogling DeMarcus and became careless. In the meanwhile the other Keeper Eris Jones was rocking the field, smacking all the attacks to the other end of the arena. That girl had some fire inside her!

Watching them play, he was calculating whom he would put into the game with the upcoming match with Ravenclaw. Grabbe clubbed the Bludger and saved the younger Rosenbaum from getting broken nose. Ariston was floating next to Montgomery and by the look of it, he was getting a hard on by her dirty words.

“Oh, I know your game,” growled Draco and imagined that Hermione must have told Dorian that Pansy was sleeping nude. Or something like that. She was getting all their heads messed up so she could win the match. Her two Beaters Cillian O’Conall and Sappho Amarante whooshed past him and chanted some Muggle song.

Dude wanna hate on us
Dude need'a ease on up
Dude wanna act on up
But dude get shut like flavor shut
Chicks say, she ain't down
But chick backstage when we in town
She like man on drunk
She wanna hit n' run
Yeah, that's the speed
That's what we do
That's who we be

Draco was chocked by that and lost control for a second over his Thunderbird 4500. When the bouncing tune was conjured, he totally lost it when Hermione started shouting along with her squad.

Turn it up
Turn it up
Turn it up
C’mon baby, just
Pump it, louder
Pump it, louder
Pump it, louder
Pump it, louder
Pump it, louder
Pump it, louder

This is just crazy, thought Draco, dashed through the wriggling shindig, and fronted his challenger. The whole team was still singing like the whole madness was planted into their minds.

Do it, lets get it on
Move it!
Come on, baby, do it

“Ariston, stop this!” shouted Draco over the irritating piece of music. Hermione only smiled wickedly and passing him, she added a phrase from the song:

Blow my mind, baby!

“That’s it, you’re dead meat!” roared Draco and took off after her, determined to catch her and punch the witch off the broom into the mud below.

Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo
Right now
This joint is fizzlin'
It's sizzlin'
Right

The song finally ended but that didn’t quench his thirst of getting back to Hermione. He chased her all over the pitch, ducking under the stands and even sprinting through the Hogwarts grounds.

Thunderbird 4500 was fast but it couldn’t outrun the 5000 series broom on what Hermione was riding. Crashing through greenhouse glass and plants, taking a twirl around Astronomy Tower and bashing through McGonagall’s drying laundry hanging behind the kitchen entrance, Draco was behind her like a bloodhound. Anger and fury bubbled inside him as he was forced to look at her green robes flapping in the wind. With a startling turn they were back above the stands.

Hermione saw something glittery flutter beside Gregory and swung her broom around, diving under Draco and speeding towards the Beater. Draco was still in her tail as at the same time a Bludger came to attack LaLey and the gallant Gregory saved her. The damn ball was dashing right at Hermione who saw it coming. Within a second she saw it crush Draco’s hand as it was raised to protect his face. But the ball was still coming at her so she swayed to the right and cried out.

“Heads up, Draco!” and that was it. Bludger smashed into Draco and hurled him off the broom. Hermione caught the Snitch and Nemesis howled in victory.

“Ariston 320 – Malfoy 60! We won!”

Hermione landed in front of puffing Draco and took a closer look at his hand. Bones were totally broken and sharp ends stuck out through the bleeding skin and flesh, making her feel awfully light-headed. Gregory and Vincent caught the Bludgers and forced them back to crate. Older Rosenbaum brother Raiden retrieved the Quaffle but Hermione kept toying with her prize.

“I don’t think you are able to play with this hand against Ravenclaw,” leered Hermione and patted the struggling Snitch in her hand. Draco glared at her and grunted when Raiden and Tiegan helped him up.

“You have not won yet,” growled Draco and straightened up in front of her, towering few inches over the witch.

“Oh, but I have. One more game closer to Potter,” smirked Hermione, leaving Draco puzzled.

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