Rating: PG

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, the characters, etc. I also wish to thank JK Rowling for coming up with the idea of Harry Potter in the first place.

Princess Hermione Juliet Granger was well known throughout the wizarding kingdoms of England. She had the grace and beauty of any goddess, she was quick and sharp, and she had a gentle soul. Her long brown ringlets would shine in the sun and dance in the night, her soft brown eyes could burn deep into anyone's heart, and her beauty and heart captured the hearts of the Prince's surrounding her kingdom. Her Father, King Colin Granger III, ruled all of Kenburgh alongside his wife, Queen Gwen Demonarch. Both with a benevolent hearts wished for their daughter to be married, but wanted it to be for love and not by force. However, since the fair Princess Hermione was 17 and her birthday is within 2 month's, by that time she had to have a husband. Princess Hermione would be banished if she were not married. The King was getting older and Kenburgh would soon need a new King.

Another worry of the King and Queen is that the dark lord, Lord Voldemort, was threatening their precious land. He wants to take over Kenburgh because he wishes to make sure that all the muggle-born witches and wizards, along with their children, are taken out of the wizarding world for good. King Colin disagreed with this because it crosses the laws of Kenburgh. The law that promises peace and justice to all, and if that's not delivered thy rule shall perish in the ashes of Hell. No one would challenge that rule, no one would break that rule, and no one wanted to change that rule. Because of that rule, there hadn't been a war in Kenburgh for 200 years, until now.

Princess Hermione paced up and down the Great Hall, obviously troubled with something. She was waiting for her father and mother to return from their meeting in the courtroom. They told her that they were discussing the Ball for her birthday and wanted to keep the details a surprise, but Hermione wasn't as gullible as they thought. She knew that the plans had already been made and finished, and were underway at this very moment. Hermione also knew that that they were really discussing the war between her father and Lord Voldemort. This is what she was worried about. Her father was an older man, and was in no condition to be fighting with anyone at the moment. He had been ill from a small cold for a while, and it had just recently gotten worse.

Why won't they let me help them? Hermione thought to herself as she paced back and forth, dragging her royal purple dress on the red carpeted floor. I'm not stupid. My ideas are as good as that dung head Krum's ideas. I'm not a child anymore, I wish they could see that. I wish-

Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of large doors being closed and loud coughs coming from someone. She knew that was her mother and father heading towards the Great Hall's doors. She quickly took out her wand and fixed the rug that happened to wrinkle with her pacing, and rushed back to her throne.

Entering through the large wooden doors, Hermione saw her mother, who was enchantingly beautiful. Her red hair dripped down back and curled at the ends, while her brown eyes, the same as Hermione's, smiled lovingly at her daughter. Her father, King Colin, wore a blood red, velvet robe that followed him like a shadow. He was hunched over a little, and scowling at something. Hermione raised herself from her throne and gracefully rushed over to her father to help him when two knights walked in carrying large swords and wearing silver and gold armor, encrusted with the Dragon. This Dragon was the dragon that King Colin had killed to save his wife's life, thus allowing him to marry her.

"My Lord! Prince Vortigen from Terink is here with his father, King Lensley. He awaits in the dining hall," the golden knight said. The king straightened up and waved his hand for them to leave.

After the two knights left, the King looked at his daughter and smiled.

"My Mione. You're looking lovely today. Why don't you let me escort you to the dining area with you mother." he asked offering his arm. Hermione smiled and gentle took it, placing her other hand on his forearm.

"Of course father." She kissed him on the cheek and let him lead her to the dining room. I'm off to meet a man with the most repulsive name I've ever heard of. This is going to be a nightmare.

Walking past the tapestries of heroic events, maidens in waiting, knights in shining armor, and gardens, Princess Hermione thought of only what this next suitor will be like, but before she could continue with her thoughts, Queen Gwen interrupted her.

"I know what you're thinking Hermione, and I refuse to let you bait out this boy. He's a perfectly wonderful and charming boy, I don't see why you won't love him." Hermione's mother said rather snobbishly.

"If I want to marry a pig without a snout, I'll be sure to give him my hand." Hermione replied back. King Colin laughed at this, but shut up quickly at the glare of his wife.

"Darling," her mother started, "You know we only want the best for you, and your not making this easy on us. We don't want you banished from this land, nor to be married to a man that you hold no love for." Hermione smiled at her mother.

"I know you don't mother, I don't want to either, but these boys only want me for my title. If I were to marry someone who I did not love, I would have been married a long time ago. Probably with Prince Ronald Weasley." Hermione chuckled. Ronald Weasley was her best friend. They always played with each other when they were little, and grew up thinking of each other as brother and sister.

"Oh but you do love him Mione, just unconditionally. Now I suggest we stop all this talk and greet our guest as if this conversation never happened." The King said nodding towards the knights who opened the doors to the dining hall for them.

"Yes father." Hermione said quietly.

"Ah! King Lensley how nice of you to come! Prince erm… Vorty was it?" King Colin greeted heartily.

"Prince Vortigen, your highness." said a cold voice. Princess Hermione turned and looked at the Prince. He was very handsome indeed, blonde hair blue eyes, and very tall. But that voice sounded too cold for a reasonable chat. "You must be Princess Hermione. I've heard of your beauty, but by the words that I've been told, they are all such lies. For your beauty is of a flower of silver." he said huskily and kissed her hand. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him and was about to say something back, when the glares her mother sent her stopped her.

"Erm..t-thank you, such kindness will not go un-unnoticed, I assure you Prince Vorty."

"Prince Vortigen, my flower." Hermione cringed at that and took her hand back.

"Dearest Uncle, I wouldn't have thought you'd forget to introduce me to the lovely Princess Hermione." Everyone turned around and saw who must have been the most attractive man Hermione had ever seen. Who is this, and where can I sign up to be his date of the evening? Hermione thought.