N/A: Here I am again. Ok, so my idea is that while Hermione and Ron are together, we get a glimpse of Hermione's past.
Hermione looked at the shabby room. The bed was made and there was a window that overlooked the edge of town. The innkeeper had tried to make it look homey, but he had failed miserably.
"Corrine?" Prince Ron asked, looking at her.
"Yes, Your Highness?" Hermione looking at him.
"Is everything ok? You seem out of it." He said looking concerned.
"I'm fine." Hermione said, still looking around.
Her first time had been with a man that looked her age. Although he had been wearing a mask just like her, he was wearing what looked like a white wig. He never took both off, just like her. She had the most amazing experience of her life.
Hermione saw that the prince looked confident. Not too overconfident, but he still felt sure of himself.
"Do you want to sit?" He asked motioning to a lone chair by the window.
"Thank you." She said, curtsying again.
She sat down, he watched her sit. She walked with such poise, not common in a woman that spent her nights in a place like this.
She sat with her hands on her lap, and waited.
Ron found that odd. There's more to this woman, than what she's showing. He thought. And I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
"So," He said, conversationally. "You work here" He asked looking around that the small room.
"Hermione knew where he was headed. Her history. She played along.
"I don't work here. I just come here to have some fun."
Ron's eyebrows rose. "Oh?" He asked.
"Yes. I'm actually just here with my friends, Libby and Penny. They do work here."
Ron was drawn to her. He walked towards her.
Hermione watched as he slowly walked up to her. He put his hands on the arm rest of the chair. Hermione held her breath.
He looked right into her eyes. Hermione saw that he looked right through her. He came closer. He kissed her slowly, Hermione let him kiss her. The kiss became more and more passionate. Hermione had been kissed a million times, but no one had ever kissed her like that. It reminded her of the guy which she had slept with the very first time.
Hermione pulled she form him. He looked hurt; Hermione's cold exterior began to melt.
"Stand up." He said standing straight again.
Hermione couldn't help it. She stood up. He took her hand and walked her over to the bed.
She sat there while he bent over her and began to kiss her neck. He did it ever so slowly, it drove Hermione crazy, she let out a moan.
"Your Highness, why do you punish me so?" She whispered. She felt Ron smile while kissing her neck.
He looked up at her, and said: "Trust me by the end of the night, you are going to say that no man has ever pleasured you like I will."
"Really? Well, let's see." She said grabbing him by his robes and pulling him towards her. Ron carefully pushed her back to bed and began to explore Hermione's body.
Hermione let him, but she remembered that Ron wasn't just a regular peasent, he was a prince. The son of her parents best friends. She pulled away form Ron.
"Your Highness, I can't do this. Goodbye." She ran out the room.
Ron laid there dumbstruck. Hermione came down the stairs grabbed Lavender from the bar, and Pervati form the card game some men where playing and ran out of the inn.
After they got back to the cold, damp corridors of the castle:
"What happened, Your Highness?" Pervati asked, worried.
"Let's just say that we we're almost found out." Hermione said, climbing the stairs to her chambers. Lavender gasped, Pervati stood in stupor.
"By Ronald Bilius Weasley, His Royal Highness, Crown Prince of Redding."
Hermione saying his full name, out of annoyance. Lavender and Pervati looked at each other worried.
"Don't worry; all he did was kiss me. Although he wanted more from Corrine. Let's go to bed." She turned to them, "Tomorrow we're not going, or the day after that, and so on. He might go back to look for Corrine."
"Your Highness," Lavender said carefully. "Prince Ronald and his Guarding Knight, Sir Harry James Potter is staying in the castle."
Hermione stopped abruptly, and turned to Lavender. She and Pervati had to hold on to the ancient railing because Hermione had stopped going up the stairs and startled them.
"Yes, Your Highness. I heard them talking when we first got to the bar." Pervati said. Hermione looked at them. The light of the high window hitting them, but hitting Hermione in the back. Which meant that the ladies-in-waiting couldn't really see her face, but she could scrutinize them.
Hermione sighed tired. "Great." She said turning back and started to walk up the stairs again.
"I'll worry about it in the morning."
A couple minutes they went to their prospective chambers.
As Hermione went to sleep, she dreamt of Ron…
N/A: I KNOW I took FOEVER, but I really didn't know where to go with this story, until my friend Miranda read it and told me that I needed to update, so here I am. I hope you liked it!
