Title: The Queen's Daughter
Rating: PG-13 for language
Author: Bitch-with a sword
Type: Sort of A/U
Summary: A girl is a t Hogwarts that no body likes, no body notices, and no body cares about. What happens when Harry starts to notice her and finds something out about her?
Chapter One. Noticing Me
Harry was late waking up that morning. Ron usually woke him up, but Ron was in the hospital wing because he a Draco Malfoy had gotten into a serious fist fight. Harry looked back on it.
~*~*Flash Back*~*~
"Get the hell out of my way, you fag-ferret." Ron sneered when Draco stepped in front of his way to get into Potions.
"Make me, Weasel. I don't take kindly to rude names." Draco sneered.
"Oh move it, Malfoy. We don't want to take your shit today." Hermione said venomously.
"Oh, the mud-blood found a new word. Where did you find it? In a new book?" Draco remarked sarcastically.
A girl pushed him out of the way to get into the class room but he pushed her down to the ground and her books went scattering to the ground and her long auburn colored hair came out of her clip. She landed on her bum and she had hit her head against the wall. Nobody went to help her, so Harry did.
"I'm fine. Just- get away." She said, getting up and holding her head. Her hair went to her knees and her eyes were black with a red outline. Her nose was small and cute and her lips were pink and puffy, but a cute puffy.
"Are you sure?" he asked her, grabbing her arm and holding her up. She removed her arm swiftly.
"Yes. Um- I have to go. And I think you should, too. Your buddy and bleachie are going to get into a major-" she was cut off by the sound of a fist hitting someone's face. Harry turned around to see Ron on top of Draco, beating the crap out of him. Harry turned back to the girl, but she was gone. He looked around, but didn't see her anywhere, so he went to pry Ron off of Draco.
~*~* End Flash Back*~*~
Harry sighed and fell off of his bed. He walked into the bathroom and stripped of his clothing. He walked into the shower and got back out ten minutes later. He had five minutes to grab his books and get dressed and have enough time to get to potions.
Harry ran down the hall and down into the dungeons. He opened the door to Potions to see that Snape wasn't there and half the class wasn't there either. He went to the very back and sat in the middle of the last row.
"Hi Harry." Said Hermione's usual happy voice.
"Hey, 'Mione." Harry said, a smile on his face. She sat down next to him and pulled out her books.
"Do you know if Ron will be ok?" she asked him.
"Yes, he will. Malfoy some how remembered that spell that got rid of my bones, and hit Ron in the legs with it. It was rather funny seeing him try to stand up. I can't believe that Malfoy doesn't have any legs at all. Of course, the spell will ware off, but that's the bad part." Harry explained. Hermione had laughed at the last part.
"I didn't know that Dra- Malfoy could remember anything." Hermione said, smiling slightly. Harry agreed and was about to talk when a flash of dark red hair caught his eye on the Slytherin side of the room.
"Excuse me for a second." Harry said to Hermione. Hermione nodded and Harry stood up and walked to that side of the room.
There, sitting in the darkest corner of the whole room, was the girl from the day before. She was looking at her desk and she had what looked like earmuffs on her ears that were connected to two wires and little circular, thin, black box. Harry noticed it was a CD player: a muggle device that played music with batteries. Harry tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped. Her long hair flipped over her shoulder to show her whole face.
"What?" she asked rather harshly. Harry frowned slightly and sat down next to her, out of view from the whole class.
"I just wanted to say hi." Harry said. An emotion flashed through her eyes that Harry could only read as surprise, but it quickly changed back to the emotionless bit of black and red.
"Well you did, so scram." she said harshly. Harry frowned again.
"Do you always push people away like this?" he asked. She had gone back to staring at her desk, but she looked back up at him, a glare on her soft features.
"What do you mean? Everyone pushes me away." she said, looking back at the desk again.
"Well, I haven't seen you around before." He said to her.
"Figures." She said.
"Excuse me?" he asked, looking confused.
"Figures you haven't noticed me. Saint Potter wouldn't notice me for a mille-second. I'm just one of the small people you step on." She said harshly. Harry looked at her then glared. She had a bad temper, and it was very short.
"You don't even know me. You can't judge someone unless you know them." He said to her.
"Tell that to everyone else. I'm seventeen and I have been here since I was eleven and no one knows I even exist, maybe except you. But you have enough groupies." She said, turning her music up and sitting her head on the desk.
Harry looked at the color of her tie and noticed it was Gryffindor colors. It was true, he didn't even know she existed until yesterday, and it was already two and a half months into his last school year. Yes, Harry was seventeen-years-old and he was soon going to be able to leave the Dursley's house sooner than he expected, but he wasn't complaining.
"Well, I know I haven't noticed you before, but why do you think I would cast you out. I'm not like that." He said. She kept her head down and spoke to him after a minute.
"You already made that decision when you ignored me when we were eleven. I would ask you if you remembered me sitting down next to you at the Gryffindor table and saying hi, but I don't want you to get a brain cramp." She sneered.
"Are you sure you're a Gryffindor?" he asked her. She opened her cloak to show the boy Gryffindor school uniform.
"I think I am. Are you color blind or something?" she asked him angrily.
"You are obviously in a bad mood. I'll see you around." He said, getting up and walking back to Hermione.
"Damn. Did you have to act like that, Shasmecka?" the girl asked herself, putting her head in her hands.
~*~*~*~*~
After Harry's last class, watched the girl walk out of the classroom and up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower. Harry glared after her, and if she knew he was glaring at her, she turned around and looked down to the bottom of the stairs at him. They made eye contact for a minute, but she glared back at him, turned on her heal, that made her long hair flip, and walked up the stairs.
"Well, hello you to too!" Harry yelled up the stairs after her. She turned around and gave him the "up yours" gesture. Harry smirked at her and she smiled at him with perfectly straight teeth. She turned again and continued up the spiral stair case.
"Who is that?" Ron asked. He had come back during lunch.
"Oh, just someone I know." Harry said.
"What's her name?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. I just met her today." Harry said.
"What house is she in?" Ron asked, looking over his shoulder at the retreating back of the girl.
"Gryffindor, obviously." Hermione said.
"What's her name?" Harry asked Hermione.
"She's in my dorm. Her name is Shasmecka." Hermione said. The trio started to walk up the stairs to the tower.
"Shasmecka? Doesn't that mean "princess", in African?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yup. She's really smart, she owns more books than I do, which surprised me." Hermione said, smirking at her own joke. Harry and Ron smiled at each other.
"How do you know she's really smart? She said that no one talks to her here." Harry retorted.
"She has had a man here before, he looked like a butler, and she was talking to him in a different language. I think it might have been Spanish." Hermione started, " then they started to talk in French, then Chinese, then Swedish, then back to Spanish again." Hermione finished. They were at the fat lady and Hermione said the password. "Snitch."
"Well, Christmas break is soon. Maybe she would like to stay and hang out with us." Ron said.
"I don't think that she would do that. She pretty much hates everyone." Hermione said.
"So I don't think she would want to." Harry finished for Hermione.
"Oh. Anyway, Harry, when is our next Quidditch practice?" Ron asked. The two boys then got into Quidditch talk.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to the 7th year girls dorm. She opened the door and walked in. She looked to her left, which was the darker side of the room where Shasmecka usually sat, reading a book, or listening to her American Muggle music. But, she wasn't there, she was sitting on the balcony, listening to her music. Hermione walked out onto the balcony and sat down on a chair next to her.
"Hi." Hermione said to her. Shasmecka's eyes snapped open and she looked at her.
"Hello." She said with a small smile, but it quickly turned into a frown. "Did Potter put you up to this?" she asked. Hermione was taken aback.
"No, actually, it was because of Harry that I came to talk to you, but he didn't ask me to. He is rather taken with you, I just wanted to talk to you." Hermione explained. Shasmecka nodded her head and then went back to her normal position.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Shasmecka asked.
"Oh nothing. What are you listening to?" Hermione asked, looking at the muggle device that sat on Shasmecka's lap.
"Ja Rule." Shasmecka replied. Hermione nodded.
"Can I listen?" she asked. Shasmecka nodded a yes and handed Hermione the disk-man. Hermione put the head phones on and listened to the song that Shasmecka had been listening to. "What's this song called?" she asked.
"Never Again." Shasmecka said. Hermione nodded.
"It's a good song." Hermione said with a smile.
"I know. I like it a lot." Shasmecka replied. Hermione gave her back the disk-man and Shasmecka turned it off.
"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said, holding out her hand.
"I know who you are. But my name is Shasmecka." Shasmecka replied, shaking Hermione's.
"Well. Don't you have a last name?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. But I don't say it." Shasmecka said. Hermione nodded.
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, well, for reasons only I can know." Shasmecka replied.
"Oh. Ok. Anyway, do you want to go inside? It's cold out here." Hermione said, standing up.
"Sure." Shasmecka said, also standing up. The two girls walked into the dorm from the porch and sat on Hermione's bed.
"Do you have a CD collection?" Hermione asked. Shasmecka nodded and went to her bed. She submerged underneath it and came back out with a box. She set it on Hermione's bed and Hermione noticed it could have fit about a thousand CDs into it.
"I have about one thousand a six CDs. I like all types of music so it's easy to fill up this box. I heard that Ja Rule is coming out with a new CD soon so I have to get that one." Shasmecka said, opening the box and pulling a whole bunch of CDs.
"Do you like Mozart, or Beethoven?" Hermione asked. Shasmecka pulled out a blue CD case and passed it to Hermione. She opened it up and she gaped. She had every CD possible with Mozart and Beethoven's music on it. "Whoa." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I know." Shasmecka said.
"Do you have a nick-name? Your real name is sort of hard to pronounce." Hermione told her.
"Yeah. It's Mecka." Shasmecka said, pulling out a black CD case.
"Cool. What's in that case?" Hermione asked.
"All the stuff I listen to the most." Mecka replied, handing the case to Hermione. Hermione opened it to find around ten mix CDs.
"You have a lot of music." Hermione said, looking over the rim of the big box that had many different colored CD cases. Mecka nodded. "Do you want to go to dinner with me, Harry, and Ron?" Hermione asked. Mecka looked at her strangely.
"No thanks. I don't want to. I'm sort of a loner." Mecka said.
"Please. Harry and Ron would really like if you joined us." Hermione said.
"I'm just going to go to the kitchen. That's where I go usually anyway." Mecka said, putting all of her CD cases away.
"Then we'll accompany you." Hermione said. Mecka didn't refuse. She went and changed into a long black skirt and black tube top. She put on a pair of black combat boots and put on her cloak. She walked own the stairs, following Hermione.
Rating: PG-13 for language
Author: Bitch-with a sword
Type: Sort of A/U
Summary: A girl is a t Hogwarts that no body likes, no body notices, and no body cares about. What happens when Harry starts to notice her and finds something out about her?
Chapter One. Noticing Me
Harry was late waking up that morning. Ron usually woke him up, but Ron was in the hospital wing because he a Draco Malfoy had gotten into a serious fist fight. Harry looked back on it.
~*~*Flash Back*~*~
"Get the hell out of my way, you fag-ferret." Ron sneered when Draco stepped in front of his way to get into Potions.
"Make me, Weasel. I don't take kindly to rude names." Draco sneered.
"Oh move it, Malfoy. We don't want to take your shit today." Hermione said venomously.
"Oh, the mud-blood found a new word. Where did you find it? In a new book?" Draco remarked sarcastically.
A girl pushed him out of the way to get into the class room but he pushed her down to the ground and her books went scattering to the ground and her long auburn colored hair came out of her clip. She landed on her bum and she had hit her head against the wall. Nobody went to help her, so Harry did.
"I'm fine. Just- get away." She said, getting up and holding her head. Her hair went to her knees and her eyes were black with a red outline. Her nose was small and cute and her lips were pink and puffy, but a cute puffy.
"Are you sure?" he asked her, grabbing her arm and holding her up. She removed her arm swiftly.
"Yes. Um- I have to go. And I think you should, too. Your buddy and bleachie are going to get into a major-" she was cut off by the sound of a fist hitting someone's face. Harry turned around to see Ron on top of Draco, beating the crap out of him. Harry turned back to the girl, but she was gone. He looked around, but didn't see her anywhere, so he went to pry Ron off of Draco.
~*~* End Flash Back*~*~
Harry sighed and fell off of his bed. He walked into the bathroom and stripped of his clothing. He walked into the shower and got back out ten minutes later. He had five minutes to grab his books and get dressed and have enough time to get to potions.
Harry ran down the hall and down into the dungeons. He opened the door to Potions to see that Snape wasn't there and half the class wasn't there either. He went to the very back and sat in the middle of the last row.
"Hi Harry." Said Hermione's usual happy voice.
"Hey, 'Mione." Harry said, a smile on his face. She sat down next to him and pulled out her books.
"Do you know if Ron will be ok?" she asked him.
"Yes, he will. Malfoy some how remembered that spell that got rid of my bones, and hit Ron in the legs with it. It was rather funny seeing him try to stand up. I can't believe that Malfoy doesn't have any legs at all. Of course, the spell will ware off, but that's the bad part." Harry explained. Hermione had laughed at the last part.
"I didn't know that Dra- Malfoy could remember anything." Hermione said, smiling slightly. Harry agreed and was about to talk when a flash of dark red hair caught his eye on the Slytherin side of the room.
"Excuse me for a second." Harry said to Hermione. Hermione nodded and Harry stood up and walked to that side of the room.
There, sitting in the darkest corner of the whole room, was the girl from the day before. She was looking at her desk and she had what looked like earmuffs on her ears that were connected to two wires and little circular, thin, black box. Harry noticed it was a CD player: a muggle device that played music with batteries. Harry tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped. Her long hair flipped over her shoulder to show her whole face.
"What?" she asked rather harshly. Harry frowned slightly and sat down next to her, out of view from the whole class.
"I just wanted to say hi." Harry said. An emotion flashed through her eyes that Harry could only read as surprise, but it quickly changed back to the emotionless bit of black and red.
"Well you did, so scram." she said harshly. Harry frowned again.
"Do you always push people away like this?" he asked. She had gone back to staring at her desk, but she looked back up at him, a glare on her soft features.
"What do you mean? Everyone pushes me away." she said, looking back at the desk again.
"Well, I haven't seen you around before." He said to her.
"Figures." She said.
"Excuse me?" he asked, looking confused.
"Figures you haven't noticed me. Saint Potter wouldn't notice me for a mille-second. I'm just one of the small people you step on." She said harshly. Harry looked at her then glared. She had a bad temper, and it was very short.
"You don't even know me. You can't judge someone unless you know them." He said to her.
"Tell that to everyone else. I'm seventeen and I have been here since I was eleven and no one knows I even exist, maybe except you. But you have enough groupies." She said, turning her music up and sitting her head on the desk.
Harry looked at the color of her tie and noticed it was Gryffindor colors. It was true, he didn't even know she existed until yesterday, and it was already two and a half months into his last school year. Yes, Harry was seventeen-years-old and he was soon going to be able to leave the Dursley's house sooner than he expected, but he wasn't complaining.
"Well, I know I haven't noticed you before, but why do you think I would cast you out. I'm not like that." He said. She kept her head down and spoke to him after a minute.
"You already made that decision when you ignored me when we were eleven. I would ask you if you remembered me sitting down next to you at the Gryffindor table and saying hi, but I don't want you to get a brain cramp." She sneered.
"Are you sure you're a Gryffindor?" he asked her. She opened her cloak to show the boy Gryffindor school uniform.
"I think I am. Are you color blind or something?" she asked him angrily.
"You are obviously in a bad mood. I'll see you around." He said, getting up and walking back to Hermione.
"Damn. Did you have to act like that, Shasmecka?" the girl asked herself, putting her head in her hands.
~*~*~*~*~
After Harry's last class, watched the girl walk out of the classroom and up the stairs toward Gryffindor tower. Harry glared after her, and if she knew he was glaring at her, she turned around and looked down to the bottom of the stairs at him. They made eye contact for a minute, but she glared back at him, turned on her heal, that made her long hair flip, and walked up the stairs.
"Well, hello you to too!" Harry yelled up the stairs after her. She turned around and gave him the "up yours" gesture. Harry smirked at her and she smiled at him with perfectly straight teeth. She turned again and continued up the spiral stair case.
"Who is that?" Ron asked. He had come back during lunch.
"Oh, just someone I know." Harry said.
"What's her name?" Ron asked.
"I don't know. I just met her today." Harry said.
"What house is she in?" Ron asked, looking over his shoulder at the retreating back of the girl.
"Gryffindor, obviously." Hermione said.
"What's her name?" Harry asked Hermione.
"She's in my dorm. Her name is Shasmecka." Hermione said. The trio started to walk up the stairs to the tower.
"Shasmecka? Doesn't that mean "princess", in African?" Harry asked.
Hermione nodded. "Yup. She's really smart, she owns more books than I do, which surprised me." Hermione said, smirking at her own joke. Harry and Ron smiled at each other.
"How do you know she's really smart? She said that no one talks to her here." Harry retorted.
"She has had a man here before, he looked like a butler, and she was talking to him in a different language. I think it might have been Spanish." Hermione started, " then they started to talk in French, then Chinese, then Swedish, then back to Spanish again." Hermione finished. They were at the fat lady and Hermione said the password. "Snitch."
"Well, Christmas break is soon. Maybe she would like to stay and hang out with us." Ron said.
"I don't think that she would do that. She pretty much hates everyone." Hermione said.
"So I don't think she would want to." Harry finished for Hermione.
"Oh. Anyway, Harry, when is our next Quidditch practice?" Ron asked. The two boys then got into Quidditch talk.
Hermione rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs to the 7th year girls dorm. She opened the door and walked in. She looked to her left, which was the darker side of the room where Shasmecka usually sat, reading a book, or listening to her American Muggle music. But, she wasn't there, she was sitting on the balcony, listening to her music. Hermione walked out onto the balcony and sat down on a chair next to her.
"Hi." Hermione said to her. Shasmecka's eyes snapped open and she looked at her.
"Hello." She said with a small smile, but it quickly turned into a frown. "Did Potter put you up to this?" she asked. Hermione was taken aback.
"No, actually, it was because of Harry that I came to talk to you, but he didn't ask me to. He is rather taken with you, I just wanted to talk to you." Hermione explained. Shasmecka nodded her head and then went back to her normal position.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Shasmecka asked.
"Oh nothing. What are you listening to?" Hermione asked, looking at the muggle device that sat on Shasmecka's lap.
"Ja Rule." Shasmecka replied. Hermione nodded.
"Can I listen?" she asked. Shasmecka nodded a yes and handed Hermione the disk-man. Hermione put the head phones on and listened to the song that Shasmecka had been listening to. "What's this song called?" she asked.
"Never Again." Shasmecka said. Hermione nodded.
"It's a good song." Hermione said with a smile.
"I know. I like it a lot." Shasmecka replied. Hermione gave her back the disk-man and Shasmecka turned it off.
"I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said, holding out her hand.
"I know who you are. But my name is Shasmecka." Shasmecka replied, shaking Hermione's.
"Well. Don't you have a last name?" Hermione asked.
"Yes. But I don't say it." Shasmecka said. Hermione nodded.
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
"Oh, well, for reasons only I can know." Shasmecka replied.
"Oh. Ok. Anyway, do you want to go inside? It's cold out here." Hermione said, standing up.
"Sure." Shasmecka said, also standing up. The two girls walked into the dorm from the porch and sat on Hermione's bed.
"Do you have a CD collection?" Hermione asked. Shasmecka nodded and went to her bed. She submerged underneath it and came back out with a box. She set it on Hermione's bed and Hermione noticed it could have fit about a thousand CDs into it.
"I have about one thousand a six CDs. I like all types of music so it's easy to fill up this box. I heard that Ja Rule is coming out with a new CD soon so I have to get that one." Shasmecka said, opening the box and pulling a whole bunch of CDs.
"Do you like Mozart, or Beethoven?" Hermione asked. Shasmecka pulled out a blue CD case and passed it to Hermione. She opened it up and she gaped. She had every CD possible with Mozart and Beethoven's music on it. "Whoa." Hermione said.
"Yeah, I know." Shasmecka said.
"Do you have a nick-name? Your real name is sort of hard to pronounce." Hermione told her.
"Yeah. It's Mecka." Shasmecka said, pulling out a black CD case.
"Cool. What's in that case?" Hermione asked.
"All the stuff I listen to the most." Mecka replied, handing the case to Hermione. Hermione opened it to find around ten mix CDs.
"You have a lot of music." Hermione said, looking over the rim of the big box that had many different colored CD cases. Mecka nodded. "Do you want to go to dinner with me, Harry, and Ron?" Hermione asked. Mecka looked at her strangely.
"No thanks. I don't want to. I'm sort of a loner." Mecka said.
"Please. Harry and Ron would really like if you joined us." Hermione said.
"I'm just going to go to the kitchen. That's where I go usually anyway." Mecka said, putting all of her CD cases away.
"Then we'll accompany you." Hermione said. Mecka didn't refuse. She went and changed into a long black skirt and black tube top. She put on a pair of black combat boots and put on her cloak. She walked own the stairs, following Hermione.