Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor any of the other characters

The 'King' and I

By

iDaringx3

A/N: I actually don't own the plot either... I was inspired to do a story like this after watching the 1999 movie Anna and the King, with actually features little Tom Felton. This follows the story line of the actual books quite closely, but the character of Hermione Granger did not attend Hogwarts, or meet any of the characters from the Harry Potter Series, and had attended Beauxbatons, as she was raised in France.

Summary:After the fall of Voldermort, the tables have turned and many Pureblood wizards and witches are considered uncivilized and barbaric for their sins in serving the Dark Lord. Following his graduation from Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy has established quite a name for himself. He is the owner of a rising international trading company, and much to the delight of his mother Narcissa Black, has produced various offspring, with his many mistresses.

Hermione Granger, a muggle-born witch from Beauxbatons, is famous for her works on muggle literature. Her late husband left her in debt, and when she is offered a position as a liaison between France and various European countries, she has no choice but to accept, all for the benefit of her young son Edward. She is sent to London, and becomes a home school teacher for the children of Draco Malfoy, who has sworn to atone for the sins his father committed by discarding all beliefs on blood purity and learning more about muggles.

Main Cast:

Hermione Granger
Edward Granger (OC)
Draco Malfoy
Pansy Parkinson
Blaise Zabini
Theodore Nott
Gregory Goyle
Ophelia Malfoy (OC)
Scorpius Malfoy
Gabrielle Delacour
Astoria Greengrass
Leo Malfoy (OC)

Introduction:

Into a land she had never known, a young woman found herself at threshold of the future.

Draco: You do not look sufficient of age, how many years have you?
Hermione: Enough to know that age and wisdom do not necceseraliy go hand in hand

She had never experienced anything like his world,

Draco: This is my son, This is your new teacher.
Hermione: It is a great honour, young sir.

And he had never faced anyone like her.

Hermione: You claim you wanted Wizards to take their place among the muggle world, you spoke of building something greater than yourself
Draco: Everything has it's own time
Hermione: It's like talking to a brick wall
Blaise: You are learning

The story of two people, from different worlds

Theo: These are crucial times Draco. The muggle-born's influence can be equally dangerous

Who shared one extraordinary moment

Blaise: I believe there has been enough insult caused by this woman, who believes herself, to be the equal of a man
Draco: Not the equal of a man Blaise, the equal of any great Wizard.

"Goodnight Edward", a woman, possibly in her late twenties whispered as she pulled the pale blue quilt covers over a young child. She smiled lightly as she brushed his dark blonde locks away from his forehead, and caressed his cheek, before planting a gentle kiss upon his brow. His eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling with every breath. Satisfied that her son was finally asleep, (after much coaxing, by her, and the fact it was almost one in the morning) Hermione Granger crept slowly out of the room, and shut the door quietly behind her, not wanting to risk waking the energetic boy once again.

She let out a sigh of frustration, running a hand through her long curls, which were a mix between a golden honey and autumn auburn. There were dark circles under her chocolate brown eyes, which were bloodshot. Walking wearily over to the kitchen bench, she sat herself down on a stool and started rummaging through the pile of letters.

School Fees for Edward.

Electricity Bill.

Rent.

The brunette was close to tears as she sorted through her mail. All of them required her to make some form of payment, but she supposed that was what she got for choosing to live in a muggle community.

'I don't have the money for all this', she buried her head in her hands as she sobbed silently, making sure to not wake her little boy. His life was hard enough without his father, who had been killed by debt collectors shortly after Edward was born. She loved the man, but she didn't think she could forgive him for what he had done.

This had left Hermione all alone, with newborn baby, to repay all of money he had borrowed in his lifetime. She was only twenty then, and being stubborn as she was, had no intention to seek help from her parents, instead opting to work two jobs a week, one as a secretary in the Ministry of Magic, and another as a waitress in a small but bustling café in the outskirts of Paris.

At the age of twenty five, she finally completed her degree in literature and communications at university, and was hired as liaisons officer at a developing wizarding company. And two years later, she was still working that same job, and quickly running out of money, with Edward's school fees, and all the bills she had to pay. But she had made that choice when she had decided to leave the life she had led before behind her, for a while at least, to bring up her boy in an environment where he could enjoy a proper childhood. Her little Edward had a nanny, Hermione's flat mate, Gabrielle, a sweet girl whom was barely twenty years of age.

She rubbed her temples in frustration and picked up the remaining letter. It was from the French division of an international trading company known as WMCO. She quickly tore the envelope open and pulled out the letter.

To Ms. Hermione Granger,

It is in my absolute pleasure to inform you that I have had the opportunity to review your works, 'Of Magic and Wizards', and 'Purebloods and Prejudice', which have been archived in your university library. Both are excellent examples of the integration that has begun for muggle-borns, half-bloods and purebloods.

I might be so bold as to open up an offer to you, one that I hope you will not refuse. The head of our company, Mr. Draco Malfoy is in need of a tutor for his children, to teach them not only about literature, history and science, but also about the basics of a muggle lifestyle. You were recommended by your current employer, Monsieur Delacour after we mailed out letters to muggle companies, and judging from the reports and files that they have sent to us, you may be a perfect candidate.

It is in understanding that you have a young son, and Mr. Malfoy has offered a wing in his manor for both you and the child. You are permitted to bring a housekeeper of your own, and if you wish not, Mr. Malfoy will arrange for one. Your payment as discussed with Mr. Malfoy will be approximately fifty galleons for a working week. Your service will not be required on weekends, and you are permitted to leave the grounds.

If you decide to accept this offer, please reply as soon as possible, an owl will bring over tickets, and I will personally meet you at the London Heathrow Airport on the 17th August.

Sincerely,

Mrs. Ginevra Potter (née Weasley)

Head of Communications and Human Resources

The young witch could not believe her luck, her works had been read and appreciated, and this job could be a chance for her to spread her influence, and hopefully get back on her feet. She had heard of the name Potter before, and she wracked her memories to find the source. Yes, Harry Potter was the infamous boy who survived the most evil dark wizard in all of wizarding history. And he had saved Gabrielle during the Triwizard Tournament. And Weasley, she was almost sure that Gabrielle's older sister Fleur was married to one.

But the identity of the one Draco Malfoy was unknown to her. She figured he must be wealthy, very wealthy. Because: a) He was the head of a company. b) He could afford a private home tutor for his children. And c) he lived in a bloody manor. Adding to that, her salary, was fifty galleons a week, that was how much she made in almost a month at her current job. This man must of been rolling in galleons. As to why she was recommended for the job, she had a slight feeling it was due to the fact that her flat mate was the daughter of her boss.

This job was a perfect opportunity for her, though she would have to inquire about her living arrangements. She was fine with having a room mate, but was not completely comfortable living in a wing of someone else's home, someone else's manor.

She dashed to the sitting room, grabbing a piece of paper and neatly writing out a reply before rolling it up and walking over to her own bedroom. A brown speckled owl sat on her working desk, and she quickly tied the reply to its leg before opening the window and letting the owl fly off to deliver the message.

She then proceeded to exit her room and rapidly knock, as softly as possible on the door of her lovely flat mate. The door creaked open to reveal the one and only Gabrielle Delacour in all her glory. Her strawberry blonde locks reached almost to her waist and her deep blue eyes peered out questioningly at Hermione. Both her hands were on her hips, and she raised one eyebrow, as if to say, 'What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?'

"You better get packing Gabrielle, because we're going to England".