The Prime Princess

“Hi,” Pansy said awkwardly, “Care to tell me why are we sitting here with them?” she hissed bitchily. Hermione only sighed.

“Stupefy!”

Pansy fell limp and collapsed under the table.

“That’s much better,” said Hermione and smiled broadly as two griffindors stared at her. “Sorry about that but she can be a pain in the ass.”

“Yes, I can see that,” agreed Harry. Then there was a flash and when his vision came back from seeing stars; he spotted Blaise and Draco sitting again on their seats and Hermione who was again wearing something normal and not some high-tech gear.

Hermione looked down under the table and nodded.

“Close enough, Saga,” muttered Hermione and looked up at Harry who already had a vague idea what had happened.

“Were you just…”

“I’ll explain later, Harry. Right now I have to kill one relationship before it goes too insane,” said Hermione with a hurry and stood up. “You two stay with them and please someone look after Pansy.”

Harry looked at Ron and then at the two slytherins who were as much stunned as they were. A mumble sounded from under the table and soon Pansy started to sing something about hedgehogs and wands.

Hermione knew over what she had already mulled when she looked for the Room 113. She had considered herself to be a slut – always cheating on him. Did she even care about him? Yes, she did and that’s why she was going to end this all. He was better off without her. Rita Skeeter had been right – Lucius Malfoy would have to be insane to marry her. She didn’t deserve him.

And then there was Snape. If she’d barge into that room and find them together, she would have problems with Potions. She just wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye at the classes and answer his questions when she and he knew what had happened.

“Ah crap,” muttered Hermione and tried to come up with something so she could break up with Lucius but not mess up with Snape so she could have normal classes.

Waiting? Waiting when they were done? Those two could take eternity!

Hermione turned around and rushed to look some mediwitch. She found one patrolling and asked a bunch of questions about Lucius’ health and then asked her to deliver some flowers to him she had just stolen from a vase of some patient.

I am a genius, she congratulated herself when mediwitch went to deliver the flowers and waited a bit to be sure that the mediwitch had interrupted the two lovers activities and after the mediwitch’s leaving they were behaving casually again.

Hermione crept up the stairs again and went to listen behind the door of Room 113. She only heard a discussion over something Snape had read in The Daily Prophet. Smirking, Hermione stepped inside and found the two long time friends and apparently also lovers sitting on the edge of the bed and chat about something in the paper.

“Hermione!” said Lucius happily and she held her mind closed before these wizards so they couldn’t see what was going on.

“Hi,” she said weakly and realized she really didn’t have a plan how to ditch him. Snape was looking her curiously and she figured he was looking for some answers from her mind.

“Um, can I speak to you alone, Lucius?” she asked and Snape left the room though he would have wanted to stay.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” asked Lucius and stood up. She looked past him, not exactly seeing his face.

“I think we should stop this,” she said and her mind started to dig up all sorts of reasons.

“What?” asked Lucius and stood before her. His long hair cascaded down over his face as he bowed his head to look at the motionless creature before him. She looked icy.

“Relationship. You hurt me and it hurt you. Lucius, you almost died because of the consequences,” she tried to make a point in all that.

“Honey, what are talking about? It was an accident. Who put these thoughts in your pretty little head?”

“Sorry but I can’t bare this anymore. You shouldn’t risk your life over me. I’m the worst that could happen to you. I’m not this little prim princess you see. I’m a monster, Lucius! I have done horrible things and I don’t want to soil your name with this dirt. So it’s better if we no longer see each other,” said Hermione with one breath and didn’t even wait when it all sank into Lucius. She just rushed out of the room and into the corridor. She hoped to get out of there before the whole thing went skyrocketing.

“HERMIONE!!!” roared Lucius angrily and dashed into the corridor. Looking over her shoulder, she saw him. Lucius looked like a raged bull chasing her along the long corridor.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” she cursed herself and ran towards the stairs. Loud footsteps boomed behind her and she felt fear. A real fear. Hermione reached the first step and saw a vision of herself stumbling down the stairs… She took a deep breath and felt her ankle give away. The rest of the way was lost to her as she rolled down the stairs.
***
Hermione sat in the last compartment and waited for the Hogwarts Express to get moving. A new term in school was starting on the next day and she wanted some peace before all the hell broke down.

She dug up a small bottle from her coat pocket and jingled the pills inside. Corking the cap, she took two pills and popped into her mouth. Swallowing them, she felt the bliss washing over her once again. No pain, no mess in her head. Everything was perfect. Just peachy!

Pansy stepped into her compartment to check her. Hermione had been the whole time in St. Mungo after the accident on stairs. Two weeks to mend broken bones and ripped muscles had been a torture for her and Pansy knew why she was still eating pills like candy.

“How ya holding up?” asked Pansy and sat down next to her.

“Oh, okay. I see everything in pink again but it’s fun!” said Hermione with a wide smile and just attacked Pansy with a hug.

“I can see that.”

“I feel like I want to dance. I can almost hear music and a song. We’ll always be together, we’ll always be together,” she started to sing a merry song from one old Muggle musical. Hermione pointed one of her wands at her temple and the haunting song inside her head started to sing out loud.

“It’s the one with Travolta and Pink Ladies!” shouted Hermione over the cheerful song and hopped up to dance.

“Travolta?” asked Pansy in confusion. “Wasn’t he the inventor of…”

“No! Actor slash singer!” came the answer as Hermione did some very distracting dancing moves in the middle of the train compartment. Pansy only blinked and thought Hermione needed one of those green pills she had in her bottomless purse.

“What is this terrible noise?!” came a demand from the open door as the Head Boy pulled it shut to not bother others. Hermione still boogied all over the compartment.

“Some old musical’s soundtrack!” yelled Pansy and felt shame for Hermione who was having fun like Luna Lovegood.

“Can’t you do something?” asked Draco and put hands over his ears. “You are the Fairy Godmother here!”

“What? It’s inside her head! How can I turn something off that’s inside her head?!”

“I don’t know! Knock her out cold!” suggested Draco and groaned when the cheery song started all over again.

“Okay! You grab her and I shove some of those down her throat!” screamed Pansy over the loud music and pulled out a big bottle of pills from Hermione’s bag. Draco stared it for a bit and then went after Hermione who had climbed up onto a bench and did something that reminded cancan.

“Right,” muttered Draco and grabbed one of her feet and hauled her down from there. Hermione landed face down but the damn racket still didn’t stop. He turned her over and pinned her down.

“Open wide!” cooed Pansy and pushed few green pills past her clenched teeth and poured some pumpkin juice into her mouth she had found from the food tray. Hexing her mouth shut, she also pinched her nose and cut off the air. Hermione’s only choice was to swallow or suffocate. When Pansy felt her gulp, she released her from the hex and Draco let her go. The song went on for some seconds and then it died out.

“Good girl,” said Pansy and patted her.

“Addict,” hissed Draco.

“A musing addict,” added Pansy and cleaned her up a bit before they helped her to stand up again.

“With few side effects,” finished Hermione and sat down.

“This year is going to be interesting,” muttered Draco and left the compartment to continue his patrolling and keep Granger away from there. Pansy couldn’t wipe off her smirk as she watched Hermione who had taken out “Pragmatic Potions” by Evan Hardgrave. The picture of the author on the back cover was making faces to Hermione.

“Pansy?” asked Hermione, “There are no unicorn step dancing behind the window in cherry rain? Right?”

Pansy shook her head for ‘No’ and looked at the label on the big bottle and read through the list of possible side effects. No unicorn was mentioned there.

“Nope, no unicorn doing the jig.”

“Cuz it’s doing step!”

“Ooookay, now where did you put those blue pills?”

The compartment door was once again pulled open and the Head Girl with little Weaselette stepped inside. Carmen looked around like she was inspecting the place and then turned to look at Hermione who was grinning at her.

“I heard you were having some party in here,” said Carmen and searched some evidence of that.

“You heard wrong,” told Hermione and continued to grin.

“Perhaps but I still don’t believe you. Ariston you look like you are high. Tsk, tsk, tsk. I think that gets you at least twenty points off,” declared Carmen and Ginny giggled maniacally.

“We are not in school yet, Granger, so back off,” growled Pansy. Carmen looked for the first time at Pansy and huffed.

“Hey, Granger, I heard you did some strip in Paris to get money for this lovely rag,” said Hermione and pointed to the luxurious coat and to pale blue secretarial outfit under it.

“How dare you! This is a gift from Victor!” screamed Carmen and blushed furiously. Ginny stopped giggling and drew out her wand.

“Victor?” asked Hermione getting more interested. She stood up and towered a bit over the Head Girl.

“Y-yes,” stammered Carmen.

“You and Victor? Together in Paris? And Weaselette? To where does she fit in? Or does Viktor like it three ways?” asked Hermione and smirked when both griffindors turned red.

“Oh, this is just fabulous,” drawled Hermione and grinned even widely. “Granger, if you don’t want Ron and Harry to know about this, then better leave me alone.”

Carmen muttered something in response and shoved Ginny in front of her out of the door and run off.

“She is back!” sang Pansy.

“Yes she is and she feels gooooooooooood!”