Summary: (Edited as of 1st Dec 2018) In a world where magic and power is split amongst the Elements and Matters, Hermione Granger, the (Mudblood) Crown Princess of Gryffindor, must find her way around claiming her rightful throne and avenging her parents, despite her Common blood. While The Fallen Crown Prince of Slytherin, Draco Malfoy, has fallen from grace as his kingdom is overthrown by King Marvolo. With no powers to call her own, Hermione must combine forces with Draco, as they scramble to get their kingdoms back. But things become complicated, because Tom Marvolo, is more than just an enemy.


If there was anything Hermione detested more than the sight of peas, it's royal duties. Her royal duties. She would do anything within her capabilities to avoid those bothersome balls and parties; She would rather bury herself in piles of books and read the night away. Small talks and politics, definitely not her cup of tea.

"Your Highness."

Hermione sighed; her ladies-in-waiting had arrived to prepare her for the Welcome Feast. Apparently, a newly crowned King had come to pay his respect to her father. She turned around, coming face to face with her best friend, Ginny Weasley. Hermione has always treated her as her own kin, despite the fact that Ginny has been serving her as a lady-in-waiting for the past 10 years. Ginny comes from a family of Burners, a Fire Element. She was able to produce fire at will, as her other brothers as well. Funny how her ginger red hair matched her ability.

Hermione stuck out her tongue at Ginny; she knew that Hermione disliked her addressing her so formally. But rules were rules. Ginny gestured the other servants to help the Princess with her make up and hair as she struggled to get her into her corset. With brutal force, Hermione noted.

"I simply do not understand how any one can stand this… thing!"

Hermione's protests fell upon deaf ears. "Your Highness, they do make you look extremely flattering." As if to emphasise her point, Ginny pulled a little tighter.

"It's impossible to breathe in this! I swear, when I take over the throne, the first thing I would do is to ban them! No woman should be subjected to such torture!

Ginny chuckled. "So someone is ready to be queen." Hermione rolled her eyes in response. As Crown Princess of Gryffindor and only heir to the throne, it's her duty to find a Prince Consort fit for serving the court along with her, before taking over reign as Queen. As if that was her priority. "Well, I guess that means, today's guest might interest you," Ginny commented, finally releasing her grip.

Hermione's eyes widened as she urged Ginny to spill what she knew. But she kept her mouth firmly closed, a knowing smile on her face. After a few minutes, Hermione gave up and rolled her eyes, watching the servants work their 'magic' on her hair and face.

Magic. The world revolves around it, split mainly between the Elements and the Plasmas. The Elementals control each of the 5 elements - Air, Water, Earth, Fire or Metal. While the Plasmas control either Time, Shape, State or Space. Lastly, there lived the Composites: highly dangerous and powerful. Only a rare few exist amongst them. Many warned about their abilities over the mind and thus, they were deemed as untrustworthy and were feared by others. No one likes the idea of having their minds manipulated.

And then there's Hermione. The Muggles of Common Blood - or Mudblood - as some would call because they possess no magic or power and were deemed as the lowest of low. Being born without magic was considered a curse, a condemnation of sorts.

Ginny disagrees; she believes my power will harness when I come of age, Hermione thought sadly. Whenever Ginny was determined to prove her wrong, all Hermione could do was to just force a smile because she knew. She knew what the others call her. The Mudblood Princess.

Despite Father being the most powerful Earth Elemental of our time, I obviously inherited none of his power. Except his title and wild mane of hair. What I lack in power, I make up with knowledge. That's what Father proclaims. I know he is proud of Mother and I, even if we have no magic of our own.

"All done," Ginny announced with a grin, interrupting Hermione's train of thoughts. Looking up, she glanced at her reflection in the mirror.

Ginny really does know how to make one dazzle like a star.


Excitement fills the air as the guests chatter amongst themselves. As Hermione make her rounds (of welcoming the guests; royal duties again), she pick up bits and pieces of conversations about the young, newly crowned King's visit. Something about him being barely 18 but managing to conquer a neighbouring country. But before Hermione could hear more, she was interrupted by two red heads.

"Your Highness," they bow, their heads almost touching their feet.

Hermione fought back her laughter. "Ah, if it's not Gryffindor's infamous tricksters. Sir Weasley and Sir Weasley," she curtsied back. Fred and George straightened their backs and grinned. The twins were possibly the two most powerful Fire Burners of the Weasley House. When they combined their powers, they were a formidable force.

At the same point, Hermione spotted Harry walking towards them. "Oh, and Sir Potter."

Harry was a Miner, a Metal Element; he could wield metal as easily as Hermione was able to recite the alphabet. An advantage for his knighthood training of course. Having lost his parents in the battlefield, Hermione's father took him under his wing and treated him as part of the family. He was the older brother Hermione never had.

Harry smiled in response before craning his neck, his eyes searching.

"Looking for our little sister?" the twins teased.

A blush spread across Harry's cheeks as he pretended to be preoccupied with the goblet in his hand. Hermione gave the twins a knowing look. It was no secret that both Harry and Ginny harboured feelings for each other.

Fred put his hand around him. "You know what they say, it's dangerous to play with fire."

"Even metal melts under immense heat," George added cheekily.

Harry's face was now scarlet.

"Oh come on, stop teasing him," Hermione scolded.

The twins smirked and bowed. "Your wish is our command, Princess," they echoed. As they left, Fred turned back to wink at her and this time it was Hermione's turn to blush.

"Heard of the new King?" Harry cleared his throat. His attempt at trying to change the topic was feeble; he knew that Hermione was not interested in politics but she entertained him nonetheless, shaking her head.

"Well, I think you're in for a surprise."

Before she could open her mouth to retort, the sound of the arrival bell rang through the hall. Hermione took her cue and made her way towards the King as he raised a toast to announce the arrival of their newly crowned guest. Her father beamed at her warmly as she sat on his left.

"Welcome, my fellow citizens. The newly crowned King of Slytherin has graced us with his presence this evening - "

Hermione blinked in confusion. The King of Slytherin? That's impossible! It's King Lucius Malfoy, one of the strongest Water Nymphs, who ran the Slytherin Kingdom. With his power over water, it's almost impossible to overthrow him. Unless… this newly crown King is a formidable military strategist? Whispers filled the room as the King droned on. Hermione looked to the Queen for answers but her mother looked ahead, her eyes hard and stoic. Hermione was confused; if King Lucius Malfoy had passed on, and his son had taken over his throne, they would have been attending a funeral, not a ball!

"Let's put our hands together to welcome, King Marvolo!"

The doors burst open. A handsome boy with raven black hair stepped through them as Hermione gasped.

Tom Marvolo Riddle Junior. The boy whom she had not seen since in a while. The quiet and shy boy whom she helped to defend from the bullies was now, King Marvolo of Slytherin.