A/N: Hi!! This was an idea that I thought would be really cute and I hope that no one else has done this. It won't have much to do about magic but it might have certain elements from Harry Potter besides the characters. I hope you all enjoy it!!! It was a lot of fun to write and I worked really hard on it!!! R2R!!!

Disclaimer: The day I own Harry Potter and all his pals will be the day that the world explodes…sorry to disappoint you. Oh yeah, and the wonderfully cute and sweet story of Sleeping Beauty belongs to Disney, I believe…

Setting: A kingdom, called Hogsmeade.

Characters and who they are played by:

Princess Aurora- Hermione/Briar Rose

Prince Philip- Ron

Flora- Minerva McGonagal

Fauna- Molly Weasley

Merewether- Arabella Figg

Maleficent- Rita Skeeter

There are also two characters not from the movie:

Sir Harry (Prince Ron's best friend)- Harry.

Virginia (Hermione's lady-in-waiting and best friend)- Ginny

I will be using the names of the Harry Potter characters instead of the Sleeping Beauty ones, except for Sir Harry, and Virginia…their names will be the ones I made up.

Rating: G

Summary: This is a crossover with Sleeping Beauty, obviously, including all of our favorite characters from Harry Potter. Princess Hermione is given certain qualities by fairies at her birth, including one from an evil fairy (Rita Skeeter) that tells Hermione she will die by pricking her finger on a dragon toothed spinning wheel. It isn't completely like the Disney movie. I changed a lot of plot ideas. I hope you like reading it the way I wrote it!!

Sleeping Beauty-Harry Potter Style

Chapter 1

Hogsmeade was an incredible kingdom full of exciting adventures and wonderful experiences. All of the subjects who lived there were content and everything seemed to be going well in the kingdom. Everyone loved living here and they all loved their lives. However, two people in the perfect kingdom were not happy. The king and queen themselves were having a terrible time. The queen desperately wanted a daughter but it just hadn't happened yet. She was getting very sad and upset until one day the queen woke up feeling very sick indeed and discovered to her delight, that she was pregnant.

The eight and a half months of keeping the small baby growing inside her past quickly, and soon a beautiful little baby was born. The king and queen chose to name her Hermione, Princess Hermione. They simply adored her and frequently showed her off to the other nobles living in the castle. Everyone was very proud of the small miracle baby and they all began to love her as their own child.

A month after Princess Hermione was born, her parents declared that there would be a festival celebrating the small child. Everyone who was anyone was invited. The fairies, Arabella, Molly, and Minerva were just three of the many important people who attended the celebration. It was customary, at the time, for each guest to give the baby a gift. The fairies, however, where known to bestow a special characteristic to the child. Along with Arabella, Molly, and Minerva, were a large group of other fairies. They presented Hermione with such gifts as the ability to dance, sing, and sew, and, of course, beauty.

When Arabella, Molly, and Minerva stepped forward to give their gifts, they realized that they had to give better ones than the fairies before them. Honestly, the ability to sing, sew, and dance were all well and good (not to mention beauty, what practical thing could you do with such a gift?) but the other fairies didn't even make her kind or smart or any of that! Those were the things a true princess needed.

Minerva stepped up first. "To this precious child, I bestow the gift of intelligence." She delicately waved her wand in the air, bringing it down so that it pointed at the sleeping Hermione. Bright blue spots of magic floated from the wooden stick and fell silently onto the child's pink skin. Baby Hermione smiled in her sleep and turned over.

Molly was next and she sighed with love for Hermione. She had to admit, she was soft at heart and this was the reason that she simply adored the princess. She always enjoyed little children. "For my gift, I shall give Princess Hermione kindness and a loving heart." Molly knew this gift was technically two things but she couldn't help it, the child needed both if she wanted to be a good princess. She brought her wand up like Minerva did before her and brought it down again. Green spots of magic came from the wand and laid themselves softly over the baby's cheeks before disappearing.

Arabella was last. She stepped forward, fully intending to give Hermione the best gift ever. "For this little princess, I shall-" However, her gift giving was interrupted by a loud bang. Screams filled the room behind Arabella. The three fairies turned quickly to see a very disheartening sight.

It was Rita. Rita Skeeter, the most terrifying dark fairy the kingdom had ever seen. She appeared in a puff of green smoke, smiling slyly at everyone. Ignoring the screams of fellow guests and the frightened looks from the courtiers, she stepped forward, coming to greet the king.

"So, I see you're having a sort of little celebration for your dear little Hermione aren't you? Well, isn't this just quaint? I've noticed that you seem to have invited everyone in the kingdom. I must inform you that you missed someone."

"Dearest Rita, please forgive us! We-"

"I do not wish to hear your pathetic excuses. I have also come to bestow a gift upon the princess." The king and queen, along with the remainder of the guests watched fearfully, unable and unknowing of what they should do to stop the terrible act that was going on before them.

"My gift for the precious baby is this. On her eighteenth birthday, your dear, sweet Princess Hermione shall prick herself on the dragon tooth spindle of a spinning wheel and die!" The queen's eyes filled with tears. "This will make a good article!" Everyone in the room looked at Rita with odd expressions on their faces. "Oh, excuse me…" she began to laugh in an embarrassed voice, "I, er, wasn't supposed to say that out loud. Anyway, hahahahahahah…" She continued to laugh evilly, waving her wand around her, causing the green smoke to engulf her. In a second, the smoke cleared away and Rita was gone.

The queen had collapsed onto her knees and she sobbed into the crib's soft cloth. The other guests remained silent while they watched the scene playing out in from of them. No one spoke for several minutes before Arabella broke the silence.

"Your highnesses. I still remain as the last one who has not presented the child with her gift."

The queen looked up hopefully at the fairy, tracks of her tears visible on her cheeks. "Can you stop this curse from becoming true? Can you prevent these terrible things from ever happening to our dear Hermione?"

"I can not reverse another fairy's spell." Seeing the expression that now crossed the queen's face she continued quickly. "I can, however, make it kinder." She stepped forward so that she stood in front of the baby's highly decorated crib.

"For my gift, I shall give Princess Hermione this. The spell that Rita has cast upon her will still occur, yet it will not kill the young lady. She will fall into a deep sleep, along with the remainder of the kingdom, and will only awaken with true love's first kiss." She, like the others, raised her wand, bringing it down in a cloud of bright yellow spots of magic, which also fell upon the baby's face, disappearing soon after.

"Thank you Arabella, thank you." The queen said through her silent tears. The celebration continued, though not with the same amount of excitement. Several other people came to speak with the king and queen or to look sadly at the beautiful little child.

Among the crowd was the king of the neighboring kingdom, Ellia. The king of Ellia came forward, holding his son, who had been born three months prior. His mother had died in childbirth and the poor king was learning to take care of the infant by himself. The two royals looked remarkably dissimilar. The elder had raven colored hair with flecks of white, whereas the tot had thin fuzzy hair the color of a pumpkin. The two kings from the neighboring countries had always been friends and had agreed early on that their children would wed when they were old enough. The child looked upon the girl in silent wonder (well, as much wonder as a three month old can have), not knowing that he was destined to marry her.

Overall, the celebration had been ruined and the guests were pleased to leave it, allowing themselves to put Rita and the curse in the back of their minds. Eighteen years could not come slow enough.

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The following week, the king and queen sent out a proclamation requiring all subjects throughout the kingdom to burn their dragon tooth spinning wheels. The subjects, loving the king and queen as much as they loved the princess, agreed to live out the proclamation, though they had heavy hearts. How would they make clothing with out the spinning wheels? They left the question unanswered as messengers were sent out, going door to door, to collect the precious items. The king and queen also went farther to protect their child. They decided that on her ninth birthday, she would be moved to the tallest tower in the kingdom. This would be her home now. She would have plenty of comforts in the room and she would be let out frequently for dinner and special occasions. Now Princess Hermione would be well protected.

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The years passed quickly and soon, Hermione grew into a very lovely princess indeed. She had a lot of freedom, for someone who was locked up for most of the day. Her parents never told her why they decided to keep her 'safe' with their plan. They never told her about Rita or the bad gift she had received.

She was always so lonely up here in her tower room. She was provided with books, her first true love and only real friend (besides her Virginia), whenever she wanted them. She was even allowed to wander out of the castle on some occasions and today, was one of those special days.

Hermione had always enjoyed the world outside her window, even though most of the time she saw it from afar. She could hear the merry music and talk from the peasants down below and would often long to be down their with them. She thought it must be ten times more fun to be a peasant than to be a princess and wear all this frilly clothing and teach other courtiers to dance (she was amazingly good at this).

Hermione was often visited by her three godmothers, Arabella, Molly, and Minerva, and was told by her parents about their presents. Hermione's mother easily covered up the situation with Rita by telling her daughter that Arabella had given her beauty instead of her true gift.

Hermione picked up a small silver hand mirror next to her bed and scoffed at the idea that she had gotten the gift of beauty. She might have been fair to look at from far away but she never thought of herself as being spectacularly pretty. She wondered about the fact that if Arabella was so smart at giving gifts, why she couldn't have given Hermione smaller teeth or straighter hair. Her two front teeth were larger than any of the others she had. Everyone noticed them and for a princess, it was very embarrassing. Who liked a princess with large front teeth? They even went so far as to draw her portrait, conveniently forgetting to make her teeth too big.

Hermione sighed, putting the mirror back down and brushing through her hair quickly, making it poof out more than ever. She decided to go out, seeing as it was such a lovely day. She had to get permission first though. Hermione had begged her mother to let her go. The queen complained and mentioned the risks ("You could get stung by bees or trampled by cattle!"), but in the end, she allowed her daughter to go out and enjoy her day. Hermione always cherished the times that she could leave the castle, for it happened so infrequently, and she was always desperate to remember every detail.

As she walked down the unpaved street, her lavishly decorated dress beginning to get dusty already, she saw a young boy who looked to be around her age, standing by the local wishing well. He looked like a normal peasant. Hermione noticed with a smile that this young man had hair the color of a carrot. She had never seen anyone with such bright hair. She stayed behind him (his back faced her) for a second, taking off her crown, putting it in a large pocket at the back of her dress, and, hoping Virginia would not want to murder her when she got home, rubbed dust on her cheeks and new dress. She didn't want to be Princess Hermione today. Right now, she wanted to be plain, normal, simple Hermione.

"Good morning." She said to the young man, coming to stand next to him. He looked up at her and didn't say anything. He seemed to be surprised by her face. Had she used too much dust? Did she look filthy? She hoped that she didn't look terrible. At least he didn't seem to recognize her. "Excuse me," Hermione said again, trying not to sound cross, though she really was, "I said good morning to you."

The young man sighed. "Good morning. Now, goodbye."

"Well, I never! You are rude aren't you?"

"You are the one who began to talk to me. You interrupted my perfectly good quiet time. You, I say, are the one who is rude."

Hermione couldn't believe that someone had just called her rude. She was the princess. She didn't deserve to be talked to like that. Besides, from what he was wearing, he didn't look like he had a very high social rank. He shouldn't be saying such things to a princess! Then Hermione's thoughts stopped. She looked down and blushed. She didn't look much like a princess did she?

"What are you doing out here all alone?" She asked, trying to restart the conversation in a friendly way.

"I thought I told you that I didn't want to be bothered right now." He replied, not looking at her.

"There is obviously something bothering you because I'm sure you can't act like this all the time." Hermione persisted.

The boy sighed and looked over at Hermione. "You look familiar." He said, changing the subject.

"I-I do?" Hermione asked, still hoping he didn't know who she was. "I'm sure we've never met before."

"Oh, well, you look familiar." He repeated. "What's your name?"

"Her- I mean," Hermione looked around her quickly and spotted a rose, "My name is er, Briar Rose. And you are?"

"I'm uh, well, It's none of your business now is it?"

"Oh come now, you can't even tell me your name? Could you give me one letter? Could you give me something to call you?"

"No." He told her simply, turning back to stare into the well.

"It is still a pleasure to meet you, even if you won't tell me your name." She picked up her skirts and curtsied to him. "It is usually customary to give a maiden your name though."

"You won't give up will you?" He asked. Hermione shook her head. "Fine, if you must know, my name is Ron." He just happened to leave the part out about being a prince. He reached his right hand out to take Hermione's. She gave Ron her hand and he bent down, a long way for he was tall and Hermione hadn't gotten that gift from the fairies, to kiss it.

"It's nice to meet you, Rose was it?" He said, letting go of her hand.

"Do you live here? I haven't seen you before."

"No. I came her to visit from Ellia. I like to get away from there some times." Ron told her, still not allowing himself to be totally friendly to her.

"Ellia, yes, is the kingdom nice? I've never been there before. You don't seem to like it too much."

"Oh, I do like it. I just feel trapped there sometimes. It is a beautiful place. You should visit there." Neither said anything for a while until Ron broke the silence. "Are you a noble? Your clothing looks expensive."

"Me? Oh, no. I'm not a noble. I uh, this is just some old thing I had. I'm a, uh, a milkmaid for the queen."

"Oh? Is milking fun? I wouldn't know. I've never seen anyone do it before. What do you have to do?" Hermione had done it now. She had gotten herself into a pickle by lying. How was she supposed to know what to do when milking? She hadn't the faintest idea how to do it.

"It's just like any other work." Hermione invented. "The cows are not particularly nice to be around, they don't smell very good, but, uh, it pays well." She hoped he didn't know much about milking a cow or she would be in trouble for sure.

"Really? That's interesting." It didn't seem like he noticed that she hadn't been telling the truth. "Listen, I'm sorry I was so rude to you before. I haven't been having the best day today."

"That's fine, everyone has bad days." Hermione pushed herself up on the edge of the well. "I can understand. I don't usually get to come out side on days like this. I am usually working."

"Yes, it's er, the same for me. I'm actually happy that I'm talking to you Rose. I haven't had a real conversation with anyone for a long time." Ron replied. Hermione smiled. It wasn't fair that the only person she had a chance at being friends with, not only lived in the neighboring country, but also was a peasant. She probably wouldn't be aloud to have any friends who were not the same rank as she was. Her parents might think she would be getting bad ideas from him.

"I'm enjoying talking to you too." She replied. Then, behind Ron's back, she saw her father walking toward them. He was still a long way off but she couldn't find her like this.

"I'm afraid I have to go." Hermione said in a rush. "I was only supposed to take a small break from, um, milking the cows. Goodbye." She hurried off with Ron shouting after her.

"Wait! You couldn't you tell me where you live?" He said with bitterness in his voice. "Girls…"

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Back at the castle, Hermione walked quickly to her room, hoping no one would see her. She was a princess after all. She didn't want to be seen wearing a dirty dress with smudges of dust on her face. She climbed the stairs that lead to her room. She finally reached the top and collapsed onto the bed, sighing. She was thankful that she didn't have to keep acting like a milkmaid. She promised herself then and there that if she ever went back out, she would either avoid Ron or learn more about milkmaids.

"Hermione!" It was her lady-in-waiting, Virginia. "What have you gone and done to yourself?!" She wasn't angry, just very perplexed at the site of the princess. Hermione just smiled. "It looks like you got attacked by a mud monster and lost!" Virginia said laughing. Hermione began to laugh too. She hadn't laughed in such a long time and it felt good just to release her anxiety. "What happened to you Hermione?"

"I just got a little dirty outside today."

"What were you doing? You took longer than you usually do. Your father went out to look for you because you hadn't come back when he expected you." Virginia came to sit next to Hermione.

"I was talking to someone." Hermione said simply. Virginia noticed Hermione's cheeks go red underneath all the dirt.

"Oh? Who was he?" She asked, wanting to know every detail, much like a teenager at a sleepover.

"How do you know it was a he? I could have been talking to a little girl for all you know." Hermione said in her own defense.

"Ah, but my dear friend Hermione, you wouldn't have blushed if it had only been a little girl! So…tell me!" Hermione laughed at her friend's eagerness to hear about an event that meant absolutely nothing. At least this is what Hermione was telling herself, that it meant nothing.

 "He was just a person. He wasn't anyone special."

"Please. Hermione I know you better than anyone else does! Tell me about him! Was he nice? Was he handsome?" Virginia stopped. "Was he a noble?" She asked carefully. It wasn't proper for a princess to marry a peasant. If this mystery person was a peasant and Hermione liked him, she'd have her heart broken.

"Virginia!" Hermione said, clearly blushing this time.

"Well? You didn't answer my questions."

"He wasn't extremely nice. He can be very rude if he wants to. He was tall and he wasn't a noble."

"Oh, too bad. I bet you can still talk to him though. Was he handsome?" Virginia asked again. Hermione covered her face with her hands. This was very embarrassing. She'd never had to talk about anything like this with Virginia before because she'd never know anyone of the male species before.

Virginia began to giggle. "Oh, he is! What does he look like? Describe him to me."

"I will not."

"Please! I won't make fun of you! I promise."

"I suppose he was a little, er, appealing, if you must know. He has orange hair, and freckles, and like I said before, he's tall." Hermione smiled widely for a second before she forced herself to frown.

"You are so funny Hermione! I think it's romantic that a princess has fallen in love with a peasant."

"Virginia, I have not fallen in love with him." Hermione told her practically. "I just enjoyed talking to him."

"And you think he's attractive!" Hermione covered her face again and groaned.

"Is he from Hogsmeade? You could see him all the time if he does. It could be an adventure. Sneaking out to see the one that you, lo-er, I mean, the one you like talking to."

Hermione took her hands off her face slowly. "He doesn't live here anyway so don't get your hopes up. He lives in Ellia."

"Did he kiss your hand?" Hermione completely ignored the question. "Hermione, it isn't fair that you won't tell me! You know I would tell you if I was in this situation!"

"Virginia, I know you would tell me but you're different than I am, and yes, he did kiss my hand but it's the proper thing to do!" She added quickly, blushing deeper.

"Did he know you are a princess?" Hermione shook her head. "See? He didn't know, and he still kissed your hand! This is so sweet!"

"This is so embarrassing!" Hermione jammed the pillow over her face.

"Oh fine. I won't bother you about him anymore but you simply must go back to see him!"

Through the pillow, Virginia could hear, "I certainly will not."

Virginia smiled. "Ok Hermione, time to get dressed in something presentable. You have to go down for lunch soon and your father will want to know that you are ok. You probably shouldn't tell him about this person. He might not be to happy that you've taken to someone that he hasn't approved of. Just promise me that you will tell me when you start breaking out of the tower to visit him." She teased. Hermione sighed, taking the pillow off her face, and Virginia began to help her get ready for lunch.

A/N: That's the first chapter. I'm busy writing the second one. I hope I haven't ruined much of the plot from the movie and I hope you are enjoying it, the few people who will read it. I'll post the second one ASAP, with or with out reviews. I'm sorry that I didn't write it all as one long story but I know this will be long and I didn't want to force you to keep going down farther, especially if you can't read the whole thing in one day. I am writing the second chapter now and I hope it doesn't make you too angry that it isn't finished. Review if you want to, and if you have anything bad to say, please say it, but preferably in a kind way…thanks!!!