Massive writers block on everything!

Started this in my head. I hope I can get it out before the writers block starts again

Author's Note: What if Hermione was the sitting Princess of England?

Today was the day that the country was to celebrate the birthday of the current sitting princess of England. Hermione Jane Charlotte Granger was turning 11 and she was not really thinking of that today. Every year previous, the King and Queen had attempted to create a birthday extravaganza for their only child and it never turned out the same. The princess was tutored by nannies and teachers in an attempt to keep her in privacy and safety within the castle. Due to this, Hermione lived a life through her books never once having any real friends that were not her royal relatives.

Hermione was today forced away from her books, and put into a gown for the party that included dignitaries and friends of her mother and father. She snuck her book into the ballroom and after doing the few things required of her; dancing with her 15 year old cousin, William, blowing out her candles, and making the rounds of the room on the arm of her father. She could have sworn she met every king, queen, duke, lord and earl on this side of the world.

Hermione massaged her hand after the hundreth shake and stole a minute at the back of the ballroom behind a shrubbery. She pulled out her book, and opened to the page she was on. She got through a few words before her mothers dress billowed in front of her. "Hermione, dear, you need to stop reading and be a princess tonight please, for just once."

She closed her book and her mother took it from her giving it to one of the many servants running around the ballroom with trays. She sighed watching it go behind the door that led to the kitchens. Turning back to her mother, she took her hand and led her back to the head table. "honestly Hermione, you are a princess, its time you acted like it."

"Yes, Mama." She turned to see a big burly man with a horrible grey suit on and small thin mustache, followed by a boy her age in the same attire. Of course without the mustache.

"Your Highness. Happy Birthday." He bowed slightly. At the sound of his voice, the Queen turned around. "Your Majesty."

"Ah, Dursley." He took her hand and kissed it gently, a proper gentlemans greeting. Unfortunately for Mr. Dursley, Hermione knew her mother hated this act and immeadiately pulled her hand away "Mr. Dursley, allow me to present my daughter, Hermione. Hermione this is Vernon Dursley, Earl of Surrey."

"Majesty, this is my son Dudley." He bowed and looked at Hermione who immeadiately curtsied. "I was hoping Dudley and the princess might share a dance?"

"Im sure she would be delighted." The queen used her hand on the small of her daughters back to guide her to Dudley. The porkish boy had a grin on his face the size of Big Ben. She groaned inwardly as he led her to the dance floor. The dance was a typical waltz and they joind in with the others on the floor. The boy focused on his steps looking down toward his feet although she doubted he could see them. He was counting out loud and stepped on her toes more than a few times.

Finally after a couple minutes, she stopped and curtsied. "Forgive me Mr. Dursley, but I have other guests to attend too." He gave a quick bow and after returning to a standing position realized she was gone.

Hermione ran to the hallway outside the ballroom and breathed a sigh of relief. She picked the tiny tiara off of her head and looked at it. Yes she was a princess but she loathed her title. All she wanted was a normal life inside her books. She stood their for a couple moments before a servant walked up to her. "Here you are, Your Highness."

He passed her book back to her with a wink. "Thank you Thomas." She smiled before scampering off to the residence.

Inside the sitting room, she perched herself on the window seat and opened her book again. Words and words passed through her mind. The story was a fairytale that talked of dragons and dungeons. How she dreamed of that world, to be apart of a world she dreamed of. Not like this, not judged by simply walking out of the castle, surrounded by guards and workers, not sheltered to the point where she cant even attend a public school or attempt friends.

She opened the window next to her and looked out into the courtyard. The courtyard was surrounded by the four sides of the castle so it was isolated from the outside world. She saw the fountain in the middle, trees and bushesfilled up the empty spaces making it a rather green oasis. Herrmione sighed and leaned back against the pillow.

Looking out into the sky she saw a small black speck in the distance. It was too slow to bbe a plane and too fast to simply be a normal animal. She studied it hard and soon it was getting closer headed straight for her. She backed away from the window until the little black owl landed softly on the pillow she just used. It a quick ruffle, it dropped the piece of paper from its bak and was out the window again.

Hermione was apprehensive at first, she had never seen an animal deliver mail. Something she never thought she would see. She hesitantly moved toward the piece of yellowing paper. She reached out to touch it. The door to the sitting room opened and Herrmione jumped. Her mother walked in and she moved toward the girl. "Honestly Hermione, can you spend one day away from these books?"

"Sorry Mama."

"One of these days you are going to have to act like the Queen you are to become after me and father are ready."

"Mother, I don't want it."

"Unfortunately, you dont have a choice." She turned to the window seat and saw the yellowing envelope. "What is that?"

"I don't know, an owl flew in and dropped it off." Her mothers eyes got wide and she moved toward the envelope picking it up. She looked over it and read the front.

HRH Hermione Jane Charlotte Granger
Buckingham Palace
London
England

She turned it over and saw the black symbol and red seal that she had seen only once before. "Uh, Hermione dear, go to bed."

"But, Mama, What is it?"

"Don't worry about it dear, It's nothing." Hermione stayed planted int her spot before her mother finally pointed toward her side of the residence. Hermione followed her mothers command and exited the room. The Queen sat on the end of the chaise and sighed, "Not again."

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