Title The Prince of Gryffindor / / / Rating T
Summary Harry Potter is the Prince of Gryffindor, the next in line to the Wizarding Throne. Betrothed to Pansy Parkinson, a person who he has known since he has been a child, what happens when he visits the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and falls in love with a First Gen named Hermione Granger
Pairings Harry/Hermione, Harry/Pansy, Lily/James
Warnings Contains mentions of scenes of a sexual nature, swearing, mild violence
A/N The newest in the GryffindorTom Spring of Stories Season, in which I will be publishing at least one chapter a day of a random story of mine, features Harry Potter as the Prince of Gryffindor, a trilogy which starts below.
Another Note This story contains the Grangers as citizens of the United States. I have done my best to emulate American life in this story, but I apologise for any errors in the life of people from the US. Also, I have used different names for the Grangers, so I apologise if there is any Adam or Sophie in this!
-The Prince of Gryffindor-
Potter Manor, Castle Donnington, Derbyshire, England
15th August 1999
Hermione Jane Granger was nervous. It was her wedding day, the wedding to the Prince of Gryffindor and next in line to the Wizarding Throne, Harry Potter. She knew that she was dangerously close to her due date, but had managed to magically conceal her baby for the wedding.
Walking down the staircase accompanied by her father, Dion Granger, Hermione knew that despite the arguments that she had with her fiancé and his partner, she had to marry him, her mother and future mother-in-law both wanting her to not have the next Prince or Princess of Gryffindor born out of wedlock, not like the scandal that her future brother-in-law had found himself being born into.
Seeing her sister, Emilia, and her mother, Perdita, crying into their dresses, Emilia being dressed in a bridesmaid's dress, a role that Emilia had promised to take serious, Hermione knew that she would no longer just be her older sister, but the Princess, Royalty within the Wizarding World, a figure for people to look up to.
Feeling the kicking of her baby, a baby that had been conceived after a drunken night out with the handsome stranger who she had found out to be the Prince, Hermione knew she was only a week from giving birth and, despite the arrangements that had gone into the wedding, she was starting to feel the contractions, signifying that her son or daughter was about to be born any hour.
Fortunately for the future Princess, Hermione knew that she her waters had not yet broke, the stress of how much she had been going through, first meeting the Prince at Ilvermorny, then meeting him in Britain a few weeks later, a holiday having been arranged by Dion and Perdita to see the Granger cousins that Hermione had not seen since she was a baby.
"Look at you sis!" Emilia said, smiling at her sister, the face of the younger Granger brightened as she remembered her own boyfriend, Euan Abercrombie, the son of the Minister of Magic Jenson Abercrombie, and how both sets of parents had to have obtained the Royal Approval for the Minister's son to even consider the actions of courting the now fourteen-year-old. "You said that Harry would love you for who you are and not some other, you won the fight between you and Parkinson and you dealt with Prince Ralston and his so-called friends when he tried to attack me."
"I know little sis." Hermione said, sighing. "I just want Harry so bad, the sadness I had last night when I had to sleep in the Mistress's Bedchambers without my raven-haired hunk lying next to me combined with the nerves over today. I just want it to be over and my child to be born. I am so goddamn horny!"
She turned to see her father's face looking as red as her butler's hair, the embarrassment as he had listened to his oldest daughter talk about sex so openly whereas he had been brought up to treat sex as a subject that was only talked about in the bedchambers with one's partner, not with one's siblings or parents.
Watching as Ginevra, her handmaiden, was finishing with the adjustments to the dress that Emilia was wearing, the bow being redone with a different ribbon as to signify the purity of the younger lady, Hermione knew that Ginevra had a slight crush on Harry as a child, him being the Prince and all that, but had to drop it quickly as her father was one of the Palace staff, having served King James III until Hermione had come along.
"Father, I know you and mother didn't want me near Harry when we first came back to Britain, but I want to say thank you for allowing me to be with the one I love." Hermione said, knowing the way that her father and mother had been sweetened in the deal by the Queen, Lily Potter (nee Evans), who Perdita had known as a child. "The last few months has been a trial for me, but a welcome one"
"little one, I know that we seemed standoffish, but it was for your own good at the time. We had not been to the Manor until it was announced that you were pregnant, and because of that, we had to agree to your marriage, even thought that Parkinson girl was quite rightly entitled to marry the Prince.
Heading downstairs to the Entrance Hall, Hermione and her sister hugged each other, knowing that the older teen would soon be Mrs Hermione Potter, Princess of Gryffindor, and that she would be forced to partake in several Royal Functions, including a State Visit that was due in a few months to the United States, the place where the Granger sisters had grown up.
Leaving the manor, they got into the waiting Limousine, Hermione taking care to not fall over, her not being used to having to wear them, but they were part of the stylish set that Parvati Patil and her friend Lavender Brown, Parvati having known the Prince since she was at Hogwarts and Lavender being a cousin of his on the maternal side of his family.
Hermione watched the scenery of the Potter estate, the grounds which she was familiar from her walks with her fiancé, spending time just talking about their childhoods and how they had grown up on the different sides of the world, the challenges that have happened to them before becoming the people they were now.
The limo had arrived at its destination and as Hermione stepped from the Limo, she saw a middle-aged redhead standing waiting for her, the person who had been waiting for her for the previous half an hour.
"It is time Your Majesty." Arthur Weasley, Hermione's butler, said, opening the door to the chapel.
As she remembered how things had all happened, she heard the sound of the Bridal March, the signal to allow her to enter, the place where she was going to get married and become the Princess of Gryffindor.
Her true love awaited.
-The Prince of Gryffindor-
Coming Up in Chapter 02 – The Ilvermorny Visit…
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Type Multi Chapter / / / Status WIP
Distribution FFN, AO3, GryffindorTom Online
Story ID 259 / / / Publish Date 23/02/2017
