The Prime Princess

Hermione sat back at the History of Magic and put her feet onto the corner of the desk. She was bored to hell but her self-writing quill continued to jot down the notes. It was impossible to listen Professor Binns because his monotonous voice just put everybody to sleep. Millicent was half way curled onto the desk and snored quietly. Pansy had her make-up kit taken out and she was polishing her fingernails. Hermione yawned while sitting in the middle of them.

Just one more session and she had 2 free periods and a long lunch-break. Then she could go to Hospital Wing and taunt Draco. That was an interesting idea.

Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione noticed that at least half the male population in the classroom was drooling of the sight that were her long bare feet positioned for all to see. Her shined Dolce & Gabbanas gave further elegance to her legs. An open robe hung loosely on her shoulders and the school uniform under it was so tight that it showed her every curve. Short skirt did nothing to hide that luxurious tan.

A white chat-board was laying before her, disguised as a note-book and she watched as a fine handwriting emerged from the bottom of it to the surface.

‘Spread your legs and the crowd will be on their knees.’

Hermione turned a bit and smirked at the smug Blaise who had sent the message by linked chat-board. She took out her ordinary quill and replied.

‘They are already on their knees.’

‘Confident, aren’t we?’

‘Always!’

The bell rang and Hermione hurried to Advanced Potions. Slytherin had the class with Griffindor and that was just one minor minus in her favorite subject. The few griffindorks who had earned the right to be in that class had already seated and Hermione viewed the sight. She spotted Carmen Granger and grinned maliciously to herself as she sat next to Blaise.

“Something in your mind?” asked Blaise casually as he took out his book of “Pragmatic Potions” by Evan Hardgrave. On the back-cover, there was a moving picture of the author. Blaise frowned as it stared back at him and showed him the most arrogance only a Hardgrave could muster.

“Yeah, I only wish I had taken something into my extra curriculum that didn’t include Granger,” told Hermione and waited for professor Snape to stroll in and scare the shit out of griffindors.

“And went into Fairy Godmother Trainings?” Blaise tried to be baffled but Hermione smacked hard at his shoulder.

“And what is wrong about being a fairy godmother? Pansy enjoys all that transfiguring rags into ball-gowns! She’s good at that, you know!” argued Hermione quietly and stuck her nose up high into the air.

“Yes, but she’s gonna be that evil fairy godmother who gives the child that curse that will put the whole castle into sleep for a hundred years until some prince finds time to rescue the sleeping beauty!” laughed Blaise and nudged her playfully.

“Oh, you really don’t know Pansy at all!” squealed Hermione as he started tickling her and made a scene in the back of the class.

“QUIET IN THE CLASS!” boomed professor Snape and stormed into the room with his black robes billowing behind him. A dreadful drama-queen had arrived. Griffindors retreated a bit away from him and settled few rows farther into the back. Only two of them remained sitting in a front-seat. Harry Potter and his faithful bitch Carmen Granger.

Hermione stared disgustedly the pair up front and gritted her teeth as she played all those poisonous scenarios in her head. The imaginable movie was called “You mess with me, I’ll take your head off!”

Granger, the goodie-two-shoes, had gotten her place as a Head Girl and that angered her a lot. How could the school descend to so low that Dumbledore had to make a mudblood into a Head Girl? That was just outrageous! Just like that big thug for a professor!

And then a glitch in her head told that she loved Hagrid as a big friend. NO! That couldn’t have been the truth!

“OPEN PAGE 51 AT CHAPTER 12! The making of the Taming Tranquility Tonic,” instructed professor and started introducing the various ways of using that. Class was silent with awe at the possibilities of one potion but not Granger. Her hand was up but Snape ignored her. She obviously wanted to ask about that squirming plant that fanged at her face but Snape let her fry.

After the update, the class started brewing their own tonics. Professor checked everyone’s improvement and circled the room. He came to stand behind Blaise and Hermione and admired their work.

“Twenty points to Slytherin as Miss Ariston and Mister Zabini have discovered the correct way how to disarm a juvenile Venus Man-Eater!” notified professor the murmuring class and leaned closer so his face almost touched her cherry-black locks. “Could you please step out of the class for a moment?”

Hermione went still for a second and nodded then. Blaise looked worried but she cast a soothing smile to him and stood up. Granger turned around, eyed her suspiciously, and guided Potter’s attention also to her.

If the theft had gone wrong, Mrs. Granger would have lost her unborn child in the wild curse-fight and replaced her with Hermione. She would have been turned into that bookish mudblood who wanted to hide her heritance behind good grades. Hermione felt sickness in the pit of her stomach as she walked past Carmen Granger. Maybe in some other reality it had happened and she was not jealous over her other selves who had ended up as Granger.

Hermione stayed in dimly lighted archway and waited for professor Snape to show up. She had no idea what he wanted but that had to be rather urgent to get her out of the classroom.

“I apologize for keeping you waiting,” came a purring drawl from shadows and Hermione looked up into black eyes.

“Apology accepted, Sir. May I ask why you made me leaving my work behind?” asked Hermione politely, playing along the rules. Snape smirked and gestured them taking a little walk.

“I received a letter from Lucius and he wants to have a dinner with you in Hogsmeade. To be exact – at Madam Valentine’s Café at 12 o’clock,” told Snape and for proof he showed her the letter.

“Right, you two never have secrets from each other,” muttered Hermione, “Madam Valentine’s Café? Merlin! He expects me to be all dressed up and proper! I gotta do my hair and…” she babbled and worried herself senseless. Snape chuckled adorably, took her arm and patted it.

“I can excuse Miss Parkinson and Miss Bulstrode out of class if you want,” offered professor his help as Hermione’s mind went swirling in a hundred miles a minute.

“Ah, I only need Millie ‘cause Pansy would drive me insane if she started asking all those questions. But I don’t know where Millie is right now! Bugger, I’m so doomed!” cried Hermione nervously.

“Come,” ordered Snape, tucked her trembling hand around his, and escorted her out of dungeons. “Miss Bulstrode is in Housekeeping and Cooking.”

“Huh?”

“Well, she has to be prepared for those two if she wants to keep them,” sounded Snape like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Sir? You don’t mind their relationship? Ah, yeah, I’m starting to forget that you are the Head of Slytherin House. No rest for the wicked,” mumbled Hermione and let professor lead the way.

Housekeeping and Cooking class took place in a spare kitchen that was only used for teaching and sometimes for big holyday feasts when house-elves needed some extra stoves and ovens. Professor Bonso was just showing the class some tips how to get the silverware all shined up and glistening.

Professor Snape pushed the door open and peeked inside. Girls had just ended dressing the four-course meal and were ready to serve the tables.

“Excuse me,” made Snape himself noticed and stepped inside, Hermione following him.

Plump professor turned around and smiled softly. She was the most motherly type of women ever. She never thought that house-elves were capable to do all the housework properly. To her, they were lousy pests who were just a disgrace to the wizarding world. Her moto was: If you want it done correctly do it yourself.

“Care to sample my girls cooking, Severus? Come on boy don’t be shy. You need some meat onto those bones of yours!” persuaded professor Bonso and dragged Snape into the middle of giggling girls.

“I don’t…” but his complaints were cut off as a fork full of chocolate pudding was stuffed into his mouth. Hermione just watched as bold soon-to-be-matrons surrounded Snape and started feeding him with earnest. He was pushed to sit down with no escape and forced to devour all the offerings or just choke on them.

“Ladies! Ladies!” clapped professor Bonso her hands and stepped closer. “He needs something to wash all those haute cuisines down too!”

Snape looked in horror as dozens of goblets filled with cocktails, wine and champagne came hurryingly towards him.

“Help!” cried professor but his words were drowned in sweet and heavily drowsing mixes. Professor Bonso was so proud of her students who were so eager to please a man. Hermione just stared the whole thing from the door and laughed.

“And what have I told you about cleaning the clothes?” asked Professor Bonso happily and grinned ear to ear.

“Spells only conceal the stains and stench!” hollered the class in unison and a very frightening look came over Snape’s face. He was starting to get drunk but not that much to figure out what the girls were planning.

“No! Not my clothes!” screamed professor when every girl wanted to wash his clothes that had food and drinks smeared all over. He was being stripped and his colleague didn’t even give mercy on him. Hermione bit back laughter and pushed herself through girls that were a lot carried away by protesting professor and yanked Millicent out of the pack harassing poor Snape.

“Millie! Hey! Come around already!” shouted Hermione over yakking and giggling girls. Millicent, who had gotten the white shirt off of Snape, looked surprised at Hermione and smiled.

“Mione? What are you doing here?” asked Millicent and started thinking of what lotion was the best to remove red wine’s stains.

“I need you! Please! I have to get ready for a dinner today but I’d just screw it up!” explained Hermione in a hurry and tried to tow Millicent out of there.

“But what about…”

“Forget it!” yelled Hermione, grabbed the shirt and threw it into screaming herd that had Snape almost stripped naked.

“I will Obliviate you all!” roared professor Snape and went looking for his wand that had gone missing in action.
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Hermione sat in front of a big mirror and let Millicent do her hair. It was important to wear her hair up in a styled way. Madam Valentine’s Café had even its dress code and that meant no ripped jeans or exposing halter-tops for her.

“So, you have an important date then?” inquired Millicent and added some pins with pearls into her curls to hold them on top of her head.

“Yes, Lucius came back from Manchester earlier than I expected,” answered Hermione honestly and took white pearl-earrings out of her big jewelry-box. Pearls around her neck were from the same set her father had given her for 15th birthday.

“Oooh,” sighed Millicent and cast a spell to lock down that hair-do.

“What?” Hermione rose and went to pull on her white dress-gown that gave her the image of Miss World contest winner.

“The café is so romantic. On last’s year’s Valentine Day me and boys went to there and oh… It’s just so beautiful! You’ll fell in love all over again and feel the exciting tingle inside you,” Millicent had a dreamy look on her face with a touch of flush.

“Yeaaah, well, I hope I’ll experience all that but first I have to get to the café and swoon all the men inside,” grumbled Hermione as she pulled on a white cloak that had white feathers running along the edges with complete set of peacock tail-feathers decorating the collar. The insignia of Hera.

“How do I look?” asked Hermione finally as she had slipped on her shoes sparkling with diamonds.

“Like a real Cinderella ready for the grand ball,” sighed Millicent happily and gave her a white purse littered with small pearls.

“Thank you, Millie!” she hugged Millicent and hurried out of the castle. To her surprise she didn’t have to Disapparate because a carriage with white horses was waiting for her at the gates of Hogwarts.