HER(mione) ROYAL HIGHNESS

Hi guys! Hope you enjoy this, thanks for reading! … a brief note before we begin (mostly to royal freaks like me): Obviously, this is a different royal family… sort of AU in that sense. I've tried to use as many different names and titles to do that while still being accurate. For instance, I've used extinct royal dukedoms like Cambridge, Clarence, Sussex, etc., which haven't been used since Hanover times, but still theoretically could be. Did that sentence make sense? I hope/doubt it. Also, I'm pretty sure most of my styles, titles, etc. are correct, but if they're not PLEASE correct me; I'm always willing to learn…

And of course, no soy dueño de Harry Potter… ay, me pone triste.

Chapter 1: Let's go shopping!

"Your Highness, your mother would like to speak with you," said Albert, Hermione's favourite butler. "She is in her parlour. You are not, of course, in trouble." He smiled. "Are you ever?"

"No." Hermione gave a rare, genuine grin. "Thanks, Albert," she called as she ran down the steps to her mother.

"What is it, Mother?" she asked as she walked into the parlour. It was Hermione's second favourite room in their wing of Kensington Palace, after the library. The library was full of books, knowledge, so much that she knew that she could never learn it all. But her mother's parlour was the opposite. The parlour had comfy poufs and squishy chairs. It was the room Hermione associated with her private life. As opposed to the 11-year-old's public life.

"Would you like to come to the market with me today, my dear? We could walk there, as it's such a beautiful day." Hermione looked up at her mother's words.

"The market? You mean, we could go, like normal people?" Hermione's mother's eyes blinked once and the cloudiness behind her eyes disappeared.

"We are normal, sweetie. Nana and Papa just happen to be the King and Queen of our country. It doesn't mean we're not normal." She sighed, then smiled. "But yes. We'll go to market just like everybody else."

"Oh, Mommy!" exclaimed Hermione. "I can't wait! When can we go?"

Twenty minutes later Her Royal Highness the Duchess of Cambridge and her daughter walked out of Kensington Palace and set off down the Kensington High Street. Aside from the two large men in Black suits inconspicuously following them, they could have looked like any other mother and daughter in Paddington. Hermione's mother, however, kept moving her ahead quickly, as though trying to hide from something.

"Come dear, I know it's beautiful out, but we want to get there is quickly as possible. Nana and Papa are coming over for dinner tonight, remember?" Hermione nodded, and the two walked into the supermarket. Hermione delighted in having free roam, in pushing the cart, in mentally calculating the price of a kilo of asparagus.

"Mother, you do realize that it's far more economical to buy those greens on the wall, don't you? It's almost half the price!"

"Well, of course, you're right, dear. Let's get these." She looked at her daughter proudly. Really, for such a brilliant, level-headed girl to have grown up the way she did… well, she had the right to be proud, she thought.

"Let's go check out, and then head home." The two made their way to the register and the wife of the fifth in line to the throne handed the cashier a credit card as the sixth in line to the throne bounced up and down. "Come onnnn…, Mommy, Nana and Papa will be there soon!"

The cashier nodded them to go. "Thank you Mrs…" She paused as her eyes lit with recognition. "Oh my gosh… oh my gosh! Th… th… thank you, Your Highness! Have a… a pleasant…" she seemed not to be able to speak anymore.

"Day?" prompted Hermione's mother, trying to get out as quickly as possible. Against her will, though, it seemed that the woman checking out in the next check-out aisle had heard 'Highness'. There was a calculating look, and then she seemed to put two and two together.

"By jove!" she cried in a Northern accent to the whole store. "It's… it's the Duchess of Cambridge. And Princess Hermione!" Hermione's mother gave a wane smile, and Hermione blushed and blinked, as what seemed like hundred of camera flashes went off. It was then that Hermione was thankful for the guards. The two men in suits blocked them from view and carried off mother and daughter. Hermione gave an apologetic smile and waved shyly. "Bye!" she called.