Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling. I don't own Harry Potter.
A/N: Hooray, I'm back! I'm sorry readers, I'm just really busy these past few days. Graduation is fast approaching and we have to prepare a lot of things. I'm really, really sori. Anyway, just read this chapter! Enjoy:p
Secret Meeting?
The royal couple of France was seen inside their private bedroom. Queen Danielle was seated at the edge of their bed while King Stephen was pacing back and forth, obviously feeling impatient and nervous.
"Stephen, l'arrêtent!" Queen Danielle exclaimed, massaging her temples. "You're giving me a headache!"
King Stephen stopped pacing then sat down beside his wife. "Danielle, I hope they had found Hermione already. Cela… cet enfant! I really don't understand why she had run away from the chateau!"
'It's because of you, Stephen,' Queen Danielle told her husband in her thoughts as she looked out of their window. 'My daughter, where are you right now? We are so worried of you.' Tears started to pour down her face. King Stephen noticed it and then hugged her.
"Shh… Danielle," King Stephen whispered, wiping his mistress' tears. "They'll find Hermione. I know they will."
"Oh, Stephen," the Queen cried, "I'm so worried. What if… what if something happened to our daughter?! I hope she's all right, Stephen. I hope she's safe."
Suddenly, someone knocked on their door.
"Vos majestés, il est moi, Ron Weasley," the familiar voice of the Chudley Cannons' Keeper announced. "Est-ce que je peux entrer?"
"You may, Monsieur Weasley," King Stephen said. They watched as the door opened and in came Ronald Weasley who was wearing a very grim face. Queen Danielle's face fell at the sight of the Weasley's look. King Stephen also noticed the look Ron was giving them.
"You haven't found Hermione, am I right?" the King asked making Queen Danielle cry a little louder.
Ron nodded. "Je suis désolé, vos altesses. We've searched everywhere in Paris… in France, but we didn't see Princess Hermione there. I'm really, really sorry."
"Where is that young lady?!" King Stephen asked as he stood up. "I never imagined in my entire life that she would do that to us."
"I'm really sorry, your majesties," Ron said, bowing. "We did our very best to find her."
King Stephen shook his right hand in dismissal. "It's not your fault, Monsieur Weasley. It is Hermione who ran away."
"Que ferons-nous maintenant, Stephen?" Queen Danielle asked in despair.
"Ma chère épouse, ne désespèrent pas," King Stephen consoled. "Starting tomorrow, we'll help them find our daughter. Since she is not in Paris or anywhere here in France, we'll look for her in other countries."
"But Stephen, there are many countries here in this world!" the Queen exclaimed. "How… how will we know if she is in that country?"
"The Queen has a point, your highness," Ron said.
"Ah, that is quite easy," King Stephen said, now walking towards the window. "Hermione won't run away far from Europe. I know she won't go to America since she is not quite familiar in that place. The same in the other continents in the world. So, I presume that she is just roaming around somewhere here in Europe.
Ron nodded his head. "I'll come with you, your majesties. I also want to help in finding the lost Princess."
"Merci, Monsieur Ron, votre aide sera considérablement apprécié," King Stephen said, walking towards the Weasel to pat his shoulders. "I'm really grateful you are the one I chose as my daughter's soon-to-be husband."
"C'est mon pleausre, le Roi Stephen," Ron Weasley answered, his ego growing bigger and bigger. Queen Danielle noticed the sudden burst of arrogance in the Weasel's aura and because of this, she rolled her eyes.
'I really hope that Stephen would come to the conclusion that Ronald Weasley is the real reason why Hermione ran away,' Queen Danielle thought.
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It was already dinnertime in the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone is quite enjoying because tomorrow it is Sunday, meaning, there will be no classes.
Hermione in disguise with her other friends were seen seated on the Slytherin table, happily eating and joking about some things.
"I'm glad tomorrow is Sunday," Blaise said. "I swear if tomorrow they'll talk about N.E.W.Ts this and N.E.W.Ts that, my head would burst!"
"Cessez de se plaindre, Blaise," Hermione said as she happily munched on her food. Today's a tiring day for her and Blaise's complains are giving her a headache already. "It's just normal that teachers discuss about N.E.W.Ts. We'll take it soon, won't we?"
"What is the meaning of the French sentence you just used, Henny?" the little Malfoy asked. "It sounded complicated."
"Oh, Mika, it just means 'Stop complaining, Blaise,'," Hermione said, patting the little blonde's head.
"By the way, Henry," Blaise said, frowning. "You promised me that you'll teach me French. When will that day happen?"
"When you finally had shut up," Draco piped in, rolling his eyes.
Pansy giggled and nodded. "Draco's right, Blaise; if only you would shut your mouth."
"If only you would shut your mouth," Blaise repeated, imitating Pansy.
"Shut up!" Pansy exclaimed.
"Shut up!" Blaise imitated her again, now chuckling.
Hermione chuckled. "The lovebirds are quarreling again," she whispered to Draco who nodded his head.
"Err… Henry," someone suddenly said. The Slytherins looked at the source of the voice and saw Ginny Weasley, clutching a letter and was only determined in looking at Hermione.
"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed. "Do you need something?"
"Get lost, Weasley!" Pansy exclaimed, scowling at the Gryffindor. Hermione looked at her friends and saw all of them glaring at Ginny.
"Guys, it's all right, she's my friend," Hermione said, coming to the rescue. "Ginny's a family friend. She knows my family in France."
The others still glared at Ginny but then nodded their heads. Hermione smiled gratefully towards them then looked back at Ginny. "Ginny, why are you here? Is there something wrong?"
"Err… Henry, can I talk to you?" Ginny said, looking nervously at Hermione's friends. "Err… privately?"
Hermione nodded her head. "All right, Ginny." She looked at her friends. "This might take a while so you can go back to the dormitory without me, all right?"
The others nodded. Hermione then stood up and followed Ginny out of the Great Hall.
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"Your friends are frightening," Ginny said as she and Hermione were seated in the deserted Transfiguration. "They sure hate me."
Hermione chuckled. "Because you are a Gryffindor and sister of Ronald Weasley. Of course, they'll hate you," she said. "But, they're really good friends."
Ginny watched Hermione carefully. "They are… starting to be close to your heart already, aren't they, Hermione?"
The brunette smiled. "Well, Ginny, they already are close to my heart. I can't help it. They really make me like them more and more each day."
"But… what if one day they suddenly knew that you are a girl disguised into a guy?" Ginny asked and noticed how Hermione's smile disappeared. "Or worse. What if they suddenly knew that you are a Pureblood Princess of France and ran away from home because you don't want to be married with my stupid brother?"
The Princess sighed. "I… tried not to think about that, Ginny," Hermione confessed, looking at her feet. "Mika already knows my true identity and I trust her that she won't tell anyone, especially her brother," she said as a sigh escaped her lips again. "I… really don't know what their reaction would be but I have a strong feeling they would react badly. They already trust me, I can see that, so once they realized I'm somewhat lying to them, I think they'll feel betrayed."
Ginny patted Hermione's shoulder. "Well, I think they'll understand, Hermione. They would understand because they know that it would be hard to be engaged with someone so stupid."
Hermione chuckled then looked at Ginny. "Why do you hate Monsieur Ron so much?"
"Because he's stupid," Ginny plainly said, making a face.
"Besides that, Ginny," Hermione said.
Ginny frowned. "Because he's a prat and left my mother and me alone here in London," she said.
Hermione's smile disappeared. "Oh, I'm sorry."
The Weasley shook her head. "Ronald's very ambitious. Since he was young, he really wanted to be a famous Quidditch Keeper. He really was good in Quidditch, I must admit. Both he and Harry excels in that sport."
"Oh, Potter," Hermione said venomously.
Ginny nodded. "When he was 15 years old, the Chudley Cannons' manager offered him to join their team. Of course, the idiot was delighted because he was offered to join his favorite team. And that gullible prat, he really did join, abandoning his studies and us. Mother was shocked. She tried to make him change his mind but Ron's too stubborn, he still accepted their offer then went to France to join the Chudley Cannons. My… my poor Mother then became depressed and suddenly fell very ill."
The disguised student felt sympathy.
"I contacted my brother and told him that Mother was ill, that Mother was… dying," Ginny said as a tear slipped down her eyes. "He… he told me I was just lying. He told me that it was just a lie so that he would go back to London." She paused as she crumpled the paper that was on her hand. "And then, just last year, Mother died. Ron went home and has some courage to show his stupid face on Mother's funeral! I really, really hate him. He didn't even shed a tear on my Mother's death."
"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered, now patting Ginny's back.
The Weasley slightly chuckled and wiped her tears. "I'm sorry, I guess I was just carried away that I forgot the reason why I have to meet you."
Hermione just smiled. "Why did you call me, by the way?"
Ginny gave her the letter she was clutching on her hand. "Read this, Hermione. This is a letter from my brother. This letter will give you caution."
The brunette nodded then read the letter.
Ginny,
I just want to tell you that soon, the King and Queen of France together with me will go to London, England because of the missing Princess Hermione. We might also go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You might be surprised but yes, the Princess is missing, my soon-to-be bride is missing. Ginny, if you have any news about the Princess, please immediately owl me. I also want to say that there would be a possibility that my marriage with Princess Hermione Granger will happen in London so now, I'm telling you that you would be the bride's maid and Harry's going to be the best man. That's all
Ron
Hermione glared at the letter. "So, there would be a big possibility my parents and the Weasel will come to London to find me?"
Ginny nodded. "I guess so, Hermione. I warn you, your highness, be very careful. Ron said it might be soon, so as much as possible, always stick with your friends. They might be oblivious but they are protecting you already."
Hermione smiled. "Thank you, Ginny. You really are a good friend."
"Well, that's what friends are for, isn't it?" Ginny said with a smile.
Hermione in disguise suddenly hugged Ginny, surprising the red-head. "Thank you very much, Ginny, I appreciate your help."
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Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, 17 years old, 7th year, Gryffindor, and famously known as the 'Gossip Queens'. They love gossips and they also love spreading rumors. That's their hobby.
Now, the two were seen walking along the corridors of Hogwarts, supposedly going to the girls' bathroom.
"Parvati, have you heard the news?" Lavender asked excitedly. "Do you know the handsome 7th Ravenclaw, David Stringe? He's going out with Michelle Anderson! The pretty 6th year Hufflepuff!"
"Oh, lucky her," Parvati said, sighing. "David's so handsome, I really envy her."
Lavender released a dreamy sigh. "I agree."
They continued to gossip while walking towards the girls' bathroom until Lavender halted, surprising Parvati.
"What is it, Lavender? Why did you stop?" the Gryffindor asked as she looked around. "Is there something wrong?"
Lavender softly squealed. "Oh my gosh, Parvati! Isn't that Henry Gordon, the handsome Slytherin? And he's hugging Ginny Weasley! They're having a secret meeting!"
Parvati squealed, too. "Ah, forbidden love between a Slytherin and Gryffindor. They're meeting secretly, Lavender!"
"Come on, Parvati!" Lavender exclaimed. "They need to know about this!"
"I agree, Lavender, I agree," Parvati said.
A/N: End of chapter! I'm sori to all Ron Weasley fans but I really made his look bad here. I… just can't help it! I'm sori but I really, really dislike Ron Weasley! Read and Review plz… they are all appreciated. Here are the English translations of the French words/phrases/sentences I used in this chapter.
"Stephen, l'arrêtent!" – "Stephen, stop it!"
Cela… cet enfant! – "That… that child!"
chateau – castle
"Vos majestés, il est moi, Ron Weasley," – "Your majesties, it is me, Ron Weasley"
"Est-ce que je peux entrer?" – "May I enter?"
Monsieur – Mister
Je suis désolé, vos altesses – I am sorry, your highnesses
"Que ferons-nous maintenant, Stephen?" – "What will we do now, Stephen?"
Ma chère épouse, ne désespèrent pas – My dear wife, do not despair
Merci, Monsieur Ron, votre aide sera considérablement apprécié – Thank you, Mister Ron, your help will be greatly appreciated
C'est mon pleausre, le Roi Stephen – It is my pleasure, King Stephen
That's all… remember, read and review:)
With love,
2booklover4 :p