Her room was white, rococo style with high ceilings and windows that led to a beautiful view of an English garden. The grandeur of that room was worthy of a queen. There was a bed soft as silk worthy of the girl that lay there every summer. Christian Louboutin, Chanel, Balenciaga, Marc Jacobs, Alexander McQueen, and Dior were a few people that adorn her closet. The girl was blooming into a beautiful woman. Her name was Hermoine Granger and after four years at Hogwarts she was now in America. An incident in the Yule Ball changed everything.
The Supreme (Queen) of the American witches came to the celebration and that was the beginning of the story. She was not like any other witch. She well dressed, head to toe in Dior and Prada with Jimmy Choo shoes. She radiated power like no wizard ever seen. This was apparent, even Professor Dumbledore vowed to her.
It was the day of the Yule Ball, Harry, Ron, and Hermoine were playing in the snow. It was a simple time filled with pranks, laughter, danger and friendship. "Hey guys I have to prepare" yelled Hermione. "It's still early, play more. Who's your date for the Yule Ball?" Ron yelled back. "It's a secret" Hermoine responded with a wink and smile. As she went up she saw her friends from Ravenclaw. She waved and didn't noticed the change in direction that the stairs took. She ended in the 7 floor of the castle. She was lost and on the most important day of the year. She was walking along a long corridor filled with the paintings of what it looked people being tortured. As she walked she was slowly hearing a click clack. She was scared but did not know why. It was not the possibility of a monster (which is always the best bet in Hogwarts). She was afraid because she senced magic so powerful it seemed impossible to desern when her magic began and when this monstrous amount of magic ended. There was no end and Hermoine felt fear like no other. "Oh god, are all the witches in this country chicken shit. Don't worry I won't kill you. I could but I don't want to ruin my Jimmy Choos." A woman in the darkness spoke to our hero. She was a vision of fashion and power. Her legs were toned and slightly tan. Her heels were turquoise and looked like they were made for her. Her dress was form fitted, black, expensive and Hermoine knew it was the holy grail of dresses, Chanel. "Are we the same shoe size?" The radiant woman asked our stunned hero. " ammm. What am I? Eight yes eight!" Hermoine stuttered. "Oh god, you need the more than me. Take them but take care of them or I'll rip your feet off." The woman in black said while rolling her eyes. The woman took her shoes off and gave them to Hermoine. "I'll be watching." The woman whispered and walked away and materialized a gorgeous pair of silver heels. At the same moment Dumbledore walked through the same corridor. He took Hermione's hand and dragged her to the a corner of the corridor. This followed one hundred different questions about the encountered. "You just encountered..."
When she got to the dormitory she only had an hour to get ready. She she looked on her bed a dress was laying on it. It was a beautiful ball gown. It was the most beautiful dress ever. It was red, form fitted dress with a bit of a train. "Oh my god it's an Oscar de la Renta dress!" It was a dream. She had the opportunity to visit her American grandmother in New York last summer. She saw this dress on the runway recap in the muggle Facebook. It was euphoria like no other. "Thank you grandmama!" She yelled and scared the Patil twins. She got undressed and under those baggy wizard robes was a blooming flower. She was beautiful, slim, and her skin was like porcelain. She was also hot as hell. She made her hair into a bun. She took out her make up. This was a true muggle girl. She had all the essentials for any muggle girl. There was Mac cosmetics, Yves Saint Laurent eyeliner, Marc Jacobs lipstick and many more. It was glorious. She was going to show these wizards what muggles could do. Her makeup was done and it was wondrous. She looked like a model right off of Paris. She looked at the dress and felt dread because she did not have shoes to wear the dress with, but lighting struck and she remembered the shoes the woman gave her. She looked into her backpack and there they were turquoise Manolo Blahniks and the look was complete. All the girls stopped what they were doing and stared with wonder, jealousy, and greed.
Harry and Ron were waiting in the Great Hall with the Patil twins completely bored. The poor girls were so excited to be the dates of Harry Potter and his friend. They had very pretty dresses. Professor McGonagall moved Harry to outside the entrance of the Great Hall. He noticed Cedric with Cho, Fleur with a handsome guy from Ravenclaw and Viktor Krum with a gorgeous girl he figured was a witch he met in fancy parties for Quidditch players. Harry and Patma's face dropped when the girl turned around and waved. It was Hermoine Granger. Everyone that knew her in that procession could not believe it. As the doors of the Great hall opened people were aghast. Ron's face was of pure stupefaction. Pansy was so red she could explode at any moment.
Viktor and Hermoine were a sight to behold. They danced like they were floating. On first looks one would not consider Viktor a superb dancer but the way they moved was masterful. Hermoine's dress glittered and sparkled like if it was made of diamonds. He twirled her and the turquoise shoes showed and it was like a vision of red and blue. She twirled and spinner and twirled and spinned like a ballerina on top if a music box. In the middle of the dance the music stopped and a booming voice exclaimed, "Announcing now the Supreme Queen of the American witches... Her majesty Fiona Goode!" She was beautiful specially for a woman that looked in her 50's. She was wearing a tight fitted black gown with a bit of a train like Hermione's but it looks better on the Supreme. She walked directly to Professor Dumbledore and when she walked half way to him, he vowed. This was a vow not of courtesy but of acceptance that the levels of magic between them was vastly different and she was the stronger. Dumbledore raised his head and said, "The American Supreme would like to speak to all the champions." She finished her prosetion to the podium. "Ah thank you Dumbledore. You have always knew what your guests need. I have come here to take one witch that us clearly not a wand witch but a hand witch. She slipped through the cracks and now it falls on me to rectify the mistakes of both the American Council and the Ministry of Magic. It is your country's duty to find these witches and bring them to me." The Supreme spoke with such coldness that everyone was afraid. She scanned the room and her gaze landed on Hermoine. The type of fear was the one she felt back in the 7th floor. "You, child come to me!" She pointed at Hermoine and without her wanting or knowing she started to move towards the Supreme. "I would rather you not use consilium on my students." Dumbledore sternly demanded. "You shut up, shut up! It was your retarded government that did not tell me of her! I will do whatever I want I am the fucking Supreme." She exclaimed and with the slight move of the hand Dumbledore was silenced magically. The Great Hall was alarmed. Possibly the most powerful wizard in the world was subjegated by another. Wizards in England always said if the Supreme came to attack Dumbledore would fight back and maybe win. This was proven false by the actions that took place.
Hermoine stood just three feet away from whom she thought would kill her. Something happened that nobody expected. Hermoine regained control of herself. "Make a choice. Either stay and live your life as a mediocre, mid level wand witch or embrace your powers and learn from the coven of hand witches that can do so much more than these wizards." The Supreme explained with such intensity that Hermoine actually thought about it. A lot for things went through her mind. "I don't know my life is here, my friends are here, and I like Hogwarts." Our hero told the Supreme apologetically. "Then stay and be mediocre...I am leaving" Fiona said exasperated. "Wait I never said no. I was just thinking out loud. I want to learn from you. I want to be in your coven." Hermoine declared. The rest was history. Hermoine left the same night to America with Fiona. Hermoine said goodbye to the guys and explained that it was something she wanted to do and to understand. Harry understood and Ron was so sad he cried when she was out of sight.