Disclaimer: Harry Potter n'est pas à moi… oops… I mean, Harry Potter is not mine! I'm not JK Rowling, too!

A/N: Smile! Smile! Sorry, I'm starting to get carried away that I'm using French too much. Anyway, here's the second chapter of Princess in Disguise! Thanks for your reviews in the previous chapter! And as I promised, this chapter is longer than the first one! Anyway, appréciez (enjoy):p

Chapter 2: Arranged Marriage

At the sound of footsteps, King Stephen and Queen Helen looked at the door and saw their daughter going inside with a smile on her face.

"Bonjour, Papa, Mama," Hermione greeted. Even though, like what she had said to Sandy, she doesn't like to speak in French, she has to when she's talking with her parents.

"Bonjour," King Stephen and Queen Danielle greeted in unison.

"Why did you call for me?" the brunette Princess asked as she sat down at her favorite sofa in their living room. "Sandy told me that you called for me. What is it about? Is it urgent?"

Queen Danielle sighed and looked at her daughter with a worried expression on her face. Hermione had noticed this and waited for her mother to answer her questions. Unfortunately, the Queen chose to be silent and looked at her husband instead.

"My dear fille," King Stephen said his expression quite the contrary of what Queen Danielle is showing the brunette. "You are seventeen years old, right?"

"Err… oui, Papa," Hermione answered, suspicious as to why her father is asking her age.

"Ahhh," King Stephen said as a smile started to grow on his face. "Do you know what that means, dear?"

Hermione racked her brain for some information or whatever. 'What does Papa mean?' the brunette Princess asked herself. Finally giving up, Hermione shook her head. "Non, Papa. Je ne sais pas."

King Stephen's smile widened then he looked at his wife who refused to look at him. "Come on, Danielle, this is good for our daughter."

Queen Danielle sighed. "Celui que vous disiez, Stephen. Celui que vous disiez."

Hermione looked at her parents curiously. "What is it, Papa? What do you want to tell me?"

The King averted his gaze away from the Queen then looked at the Princess, his smile never leaving his face. "Hermione, you are a certified adult already, you know that."

"Oui, Papa," Hermione nodded. "I know that."

"Then, I think it is right for you if you will be married already," King Stephen said, straight to the point.

The brunette stared at her father, dumbstruck. Recovering from shock, Hermione cleared her throat then said, "But that's still… impossible, Papa. I'm still starting to be a true woman and besides, I haven't found the perfect homme for me, yet." Hermione carefully chose her words and watched as her father's smile disappeared for awhile and then went back on his face again.

"Rien à s'inquiéter, my dear, rien à s'inquiéter," King Stephen said, mirth evident in his voice as he winked at his wife who rolled her eyes. "We have a solution to that problem of yours!"

Hermione gulped. 'I don't like the way Papa is looking at me right now,' Hermione thought. Her eyes were starting to show worry and a slight fear. "What's the… umm… solution, Papa?"

"I had arranged a marriage for you!" the King happily announced. Hermione stared, her jaw dropped, and she was paling.

"A-arranged… marriage?" Hermione asked, stuttering. "But Papa…"

"Dear, you would love the person who agreed to be married with you," King Stephen suddenly said, cutting Hermione from her sentence. "He was actually thrilled when I told him about this proposal."

"Okay," Hermione said, involuntarily nodding, paling every minute.

"Dear, are you all right?" Queen Danielle asked as she moved closer to her daughter and had put a hand on her shoulder. "You're quite pale, Hermione. Are you all right?"

"Yes, Mama, I'm all right," Hermione lied as she shook her head vigorously.

"Why wouldn't she be all right, my dear Reine?" King Stephen asked, standing up and looking at the mother and daughter. "She would be married, Danielle, aren't you happy about that?"

The Queen sighed. "Stephen, I told this is not a good idea! This…"

"Speak no more, Danielle. We have talked about this! Hermione would be married to Ron and that's final!" King Stephen said with a tone of finality in his voice.

Hermione paled more. "Ron… Ronald Weasley?" she asked in a whisper, and then gulping. 'Oh Merlin, please no, not him! Please, not him!'

"Of course, Hermione. Who else?" King Stephen asked, making Hermione groan inaudibly. Hermione knows that her father obviously is fascinated at the sport of Quidditch. In fact, King Stephen is a very avid fan of the Quidditch team in France, the Chudley Cannons. Ronald Weasley, commonly known as Ron, is part of this group and he is the Keeper and Captain of the group.

Ron Weasley also obviously likes Princess Hermione. Just last week after winning a match, Ron flew on his broomstick towards where the Princess was seated (she was just there because of this father) and conjured three red roses (we all know what that means!) and gave it to the Princess who felt cough… disgusted… cough. Princess Hermione, not wanting to offend the red-headed Weasel (as what she likes to call him), accepted the roses and with her sweetest smile, she said her thank you.

And King Stephen mistook this; thinking his daughter likes Ronald Weasley.

'Oh my god, what did I do?' the brunette asked as she released another inaudible groan. "Papa, Je ne l'aime pas."

King Stephen laughed. "Nonsense, dear! Ronald Weasley is very noble and known for being a gentleman. If you don't love him, you'll learn."

Hermione shook her head. "Papa, I can't. I can't love him. I want someone who really loves me and I love with all my heart. Ron's a very… umm… kind man but I know he doesn't love me, Papa. He likes me, yes, but not love me. I… err… like him too? (King Stephen hasn't heard the tone of Hermione's voice when she said this) But I only see him as a friend."

Hermione stopped as she looked as her father. When King Stephen didn't say anything, the brunette continued, "I appreciate your worry, Papa. I know that you're worried about my future, but… if it comes to marrying someone, I – I really need someone who loves me."

"That's nonsense, Hermione," King Stephen said, but this time, with no mirth evident in his voice. Seriousness was heard and Hermione knew that a new problem is starting to form. "You will marry no matter what you say. I don't care if you don't love him or not. You will marry him, and there will be no objections."

And that had hurt Hermione.

A tear trickled down her face as she looked at her mother for help. Queen Danielle shook her head, telling her that she can't do anything. Hermione then looked back at her father. "C'est… qui est injuste, Papa. Please, I want to marry someone I love."

"Stephen, Hermione is right," Queen Danielle suddenly had cut in. Hermione looked at her with a smile. "It's not good for her to marry someone she doesn't love. Let her choose, honey. You're the one who likes Ronald Weasley, not Hermione."

"Danielle, I told you to not to object!" King Stephen exclaimed, his temper flaring up. He then faced his daughter. "Hermione, you will marry Ronald Weasley and that's finally!"

Princess Hermione sniffed and then stood up. Looking at her father one last time, Hermione ran to her room.

A/N: End of chapter! I know that the Chudley Cannons is a British team (I think? Correct me if I'm wrong) but in this story of mine, I made them a French team. Anyway, sad, sad. Draco won't appear before, let me see, chapter 5, I think. But that's not yet final! Anyway, here are the translations:

Bonjour – Good morning

fille – daughter/girl

oui – yes

"Non, Papa. Je ne sais pas." – "No, Papa. I do not know."

"Celui que vous disiez, Stephen. Celui que vous disiez." – "Whatever you say, Stephen. Whatever you say."

homme – man

"Rien à s'inquiéter, my dear, rien à s'inquiéter," – "Nothing to worry, my dear. Nothing to worry."

Reine – Queen

"Papa, Je ne l'aime pas." – "Papa, I don't love him."

C'est… qui est injuste, Papa. – That's… that's not fair, Papa.

That's all. Now, I'm starting to worry. I think some of my French words/phrases/sentences are incorrect. I have to confess, I'm using a translator in the internet! Shame, shame! I don't really know how to speak French and so because the Grangers are living in France, I think it is just fine if I use the French language not really often in my story but I think some are incorrect. For those who know how to speak the French language, I'm sorry if it's incorrect. Anyway, can you please help me? I'll appreciate it if you help! I'll start to put your name in my next chapter! I promise!

With love,

2booklover4 :p