The Prime Princess

Hermione waltzed into Prefects Bathroom after the classes had ended and climbed into a big bath. Actually she had to tend the necessary preparations for the Ball but she considered a bath much more important than that. Granger was out of the picture and Ravenclaws did all the hard work for her.

The Ball started just after few hours and Hermione wanted to get ready for it. She had gone shopping for a new gown but hadn’t found anything that suited her mood for that night. All the gowns were pink or some other cute color and designed to be super feminine. That just wasn’t her anymore. Finally dropping into Knockturn Alley, she found something that would shock some people their senses.

Grabbing her shampoo bottle, she also took a vial with black dye. She wanted to change some things about her and first was the hair. Ravenclaws had turned the Ball into something more than just pretty dresses and waltzes. It had some spirit now.

The whole water in the bath turned into jet-black after Hermione rinsed her hair. Stepping out of the murky water, she stood before a large mirror and examined her long raven hair. With one spell she had them straightened out. No curls for tonight.

“Beautiful,” purred Hermione pulled emerald green bathrobe around her naked body.
***
Draco had escaped from Prefects bombarding him with a question that who was the next Head Girl. He had no idea but secretly he hoped that Hermione would be that. He also avoided Blaise who had been looking him oddly at the last meeting. Draco feared he might hatch some revenge or something against him.

Suddenly Harry and Ron surrounded him.

“Whatever it was, it wasn’t me!” screamed Draco in annoyance.

“That’s the point,” snorted Ron, “It wasn’t you.”

“So, what’s the problem then?” asked Draco and started to walk towards the Head Dorm.

“You should have defended Carmen,” said Harry like that was so obvious. Draco halted to a stop and turned around.

“Excuse me?”

“You were partners and partners back up each other,” explained Harry but Draco just stared him.

“We were never… partners. She herself get into this mess and better get out it by herself also,” told Draco and took off. He had no desire to help Granger. That Mudblood had severely hurt Hermione and so she deserved everything that was coming because of it.

A scent of cinnamon and honey reached his nostrils and with a second he knew who had walked in those halls. The object of his thoughts. He could almost taste her.
***
There was no one to answer the door so Hermione huffed and walked into the VIP Suite common room. Pansy was out to seduce a date for the ball in some dark alcove and Millicent was with her big boys having fun in the kitchen.

Hermione opened the door and found a big bouquet of dark red roses. Behind the flowers stood Blaise. She took the flowers and looked around to find an empty vase that wasn’t filled with lush flowers.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” wished Blaise with a shy smile. Hermione just nodded and was about to close the door but Blaise was quicker and pushed himself inside. Hermione was a bit shocked by his actions but couldn’t do anything before he had grabbed her wrists into strong hold. Roses fell to the floor with a soft thud.

“We need to talk.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” snorted Hermione and struggled a bit to get her hands free but the Italian was like glued to her.

“Please, don’t…”

“That’s it! You asked for it,” growled Hermione and with one swift move she had thrown him over her shoulder and crashed him onto the ground. Hermione jumped on sprawled Blaise and grabbed around his neck with one hand, sinking her long nails into his skin.

“What is it that you wanted to talk?” asked Hermione with such venom it scared him.

“If we ever could be friends again,” said Blaise quietly but Hermione heard him loud and clear.

“No,” hissed Hermione and the anger rose inside her.

“What if we could put everything aside…”

“No. Not now or ever,” growled Hermione and held back the tears that burned her eyes like acid. She released him and stood up.

“Get out. There’s nothing more to talk anymore,” she whispered and grabbed the roses from the floor and marched into her room. After hearing the door close behind Blaise, she let the tears stream down her face. The toxic scent of the roses made her lightheaded and her dark conscience said to her that she had been a bit too harsh with him.
***
Carmen didn’t want to go to the Ball. She didn’t want to face other student knowing what they thought of her after she had almost lost everything. But Ron really wanted to go, so she let him after telling Harry to hold an eye on him.

Harry entered the ballroom with Ginny. Ron came shortly after them and looked around to find people to mingle with since Carmen had given him some space that night. Professors moved around and held their eyes open for some trouble. McGonagall stepped next to Dumbledore and together they looked over the students having fun. Doonedine was soon coming to entertain them on the stage with loud rock music.

“So, who is it?” asked McGonagall.

“My dear Minerva, curiosity killed the cat,” chuckled Dumbledore.

“But from which House?”

“From the right House,” said Dumbledore, “Don’t worry. I have been thinking about it long and hard. She deserves it and so I’ll announce it just after Doonedine has finished torturing us.”

Big doors opened and an enchanting creature stepped inside. Ron was first to notice before others turned their eyes on her. Long raven hair drifted around her in unreal wind, dark cherry lips curved into a predatory smile and big eyes shaded with heavy mascara and crimson eyeshadow looked people around her and one elegant eyebrow arched in approval of what she saw. Her skin was bleached to snow-white that stood out next to her black and gold outfit. The brassiere was made of pure gold and decorated with diamonds. A heavy necklace and bracelets completed the set with a golden headdress that had two elegant horns covered with sparkling stones arching over her head. Black silk dress hung onto the gold and flared around her long legs tucked into golden long stiletto boots.

“She’s so hot,” heard Ron whispers around him as Hermione glided through the mass of horny boys. Ron just stared at her until she stood in front of him in all her dark glory.

“Care for a dance?” she asked and her spicy scent poisoned Ron’s mind as all others started to whine why she had picked him out from all the rest.

“Uh, sure,” stammered Ron and led her to the dance floor. Was it just sweet revenge or had she really wanted to dance with him. Ron didn’t know but he didn’t care. He was with the most beautiful girl in the room and only that mattered.

“What is he doing?” hissed Ginny as she noticed her brother with the Slytherin viper.

“Dancing?” guessed Harry.

“You call this dancing? It’s fucking with clothes on! Carmen has to hear about this,” ranted Ginny but Harry stopped her before she could get out of his reach. Just on cue Doonedine came on stage and students around them gathered into a close pack leaving Ginny no way out. Loud music started to blare that muffled Ginny’s rumblings.

Draco looked the nymph in the crowd humping along with the rest as Doonedine sang about lost causes, miserable love and fairy princesses robbing the cradle but she was the temptress from Hell. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of her, especially when the lead singer picked her out from the crowd and asked her to come up to the stage and sing with him. Draco envied the singer who got to touch her as they sang a duet. It went on like a whole hour before Dumbledore climbed up to the stage and grabbed the closest microphone.

“I have an announcement to make,” said the Head Master and people below started to quiet down. The whole band beside him tried also be quiet for few minutes but having Hermione too close to them caused some problems.

“As you all know we have lost our Head Girl due to a terrible deed. Not to worry, I have selected a new one. And here she is!” he said and held his hands out to Hermione who was giggling with the Doonedine lead singer.

“Hermione Electra Rhiannon Ariston!” he revealed the big secret and the responses from the crowd divided into two. Ones were cheering for Hermione, others where booing.

Hermione almost dripped over the lead singer as she heard her name. She was speechless when the singer twirled her around and kissed her hard on the lips.

“Congrats, babe!”