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Stupid Draco (Hermione)

Pansy elbowed Blaise on his ribs.

"Ow!" he whispered angrily, looking at Pansy. "What?"

The Slytherin young woman looked around. Everyone was still shocked at the revelation of Princess Hermione. Everyone was shocked when King Stephen slapped Princess Hermione. "Let's follow Henry… I'm mean, Princess Hermione."

"Pansy…"

The black-haired woman shook her head. "Please, Blaise!" she pleaded. "I want to see… I want to see what Draco would do."

Blaise hissed. "Of course he would get angry!" he exclaimed. "We were deceived by the Royal Princess of France, Pansy. Even I was angered by her lie."

Pansy scoffed. "I thought you wanted to see Princess Hermione?" she asked. "Now that you saw her, you act all angry and whatsoever. I'm so sure that Princess Hermione has a reason why she did that."

"Pansy's right, Blaise," Ginny suddenly butted in.

The young man glared at the two girls. "Yeah, whatever," he said. Pansy took that as a yes. She then looked at Mika (who was still quietly crying). The Slytherin carried the little 5-year-old blonde.

"Come on, Mika. We'll follow Princess Hermione," she whispered, wiping the little Malfoy's damp face. Mika only nodded her head. Pansy then looked at Crabbe and Goyle. "Both of you, too. Follow us." And with that, the Slytherins, a Gryffindor, and a little girl strode towards the exit door of the Great Hall. Once they were out of the Great Hall, they went out of the Hogwarts castle.


Hermione looked frantically around, her pace quickening as she walked out of the Great Hall. Draco was nowhere to be seen, forming dread inside the Princess' chest. 'Oh, please Draco,' she pleaded inside her mind. 'Please, understand me.'

The brunette was now nearing the Great Lake of Hogwarts. She could hear the waves crashing together because of its resident, the Giant Squid of course. As Hermione neared the shore of the lake, she abruptly stopped. A person was there, his whole body illuminated by the bright, full moon. Hermione released a soft sob, debating whether to approach him or not. She'd angered him… she'd hurt him. Hermione has no clue if he'll listen to her.

Hermione stood rooted on the spot for minutes, still staring at a great work of art. Draco's hair now looks white because of the light of the moon. His exposed skin looked like it was glowing, making him look quite eerie, yet beautiful. His hands, Hermione observed, were balled tightly into fists. The Princess has a sickening feeling that he was cursing her in his mind. Hermione wouldn't blame him, anyway. She made him believe that there was a girl named Sabrina Baker that existed. Hermione didn't plan that… well… as Sabrina, she would attract this handsome blond. But then, she did. Hell, she made him fall in love with Sabrina Baker.

More tears streamed down Hermione's face. Now, she feels that Draco would hate her. Yes, he loves Sabrina Baker who's just a disguise of her. But she feels, she greatly feels, that Draco would never love the Royal Princess of France who deceived him and lied to him ever since she studied in Hogwarts. A small part in Hermione's heart wished that she shouldn't have ran away from home. A small part in Hermione's heart wished that she shouldn't have disguised herself as Henry Gordon. A small part in Hermione's heart wished that she should have been a good daughter to her parents and marry Ronald Weasley.

Though, a small part only. Because if she didn't ran away from home, if she didn't disguise herself as Henry Gordon, if she didn't follow her parents' (particularly father's) wish, then she would never know Hogwarts and love it. She wouldn't meet her friends. She wouldn't discover that the hero that the Wizarding World adores is a stuck-up jerk. She wouldn't meet adorable Mika Malfoy. And of course.

She wouldn't meet Draco.

Her thoughts were quickly put into a stop as she froze right on the spot where she's standing. Draco's steely gray eyes were now gazing on her. At first, a look of surprised crossed on his handsome face. But then, it quickly changed into pure anger. The Princess has to admit. She's quite scared.

"Draco…" but Hermione didn't continue as she looked at his unwavering eyes. The Princess bit her bottom lip as the blond continued to look at her with contempt. A tear slid down her face as she broke their eye-contact and looked at the ground. 'That's it,' she told herself as a sob escaped from her lips. Her tears continued to drip down to the ground.

From the great castle, Pansy (who was carrying the still crying Mika), Blaise, Ginny, Crabbe, and Goyle crept outside. They'd immediately spotted the two students and so, as quietly as they can, they tiptoed towards a nearby bush. The bush they're now hidden are a bit far from Draco and Hermione, but not too far so that they could still hear what they're going to talk about.

Ginny frowned as she watched the crying Hermione. She looked at Mika and unconsciously stroked her beautiful, blond hair.

Hermione, in the other hand, was getting very nervous as minutes passed by that's why more tears rolled down her eyes. Her knees were starting to buckle, to her great surprise. Hermione was thankful she wasn't wearing any dress right now.

Shuffling of feet was heard so the brunette immediately looked up and saw that Draco was about to walk away from her. Without thinking, she cried, "Wait!"

The blond stopped and looked at her. Now, his face wasn't betraying him with any emotions. Hermione doesn't like it when he's like that. She'd rather prefer it when he was showing her how angry he was right now than having a stoic expression. For her, an expressionless face is scarier than a face with an emotion.

The brunette gulped as he waited for her to say something. 'Ugh, Hermione! Say something! Say something!' she told herself, absentmindedly wiping her face with the back of her hand. "Draco… I… I'm sorry," she whispered, feeling rather lame. She knew, she very well knew that a sorry wasn't enough.

And she's absolutely correct.

"I don't know if sorry is enough," the blond whispered, the tone of his voice also not betraying him with any emotions.

Hermione sniffed. "I know," she softly sobbed. "I know… I don't know. To show how sorry I am, I mean." The brunette absentmindedly tucked one strand behind her right ear, oblivious to the fact that Draco was following her every movement.

"Go back inside," he ordered.

The brunette shook her head. "No, I still need to explain to you, Draco," she cried, her eyes pleading.

Draco shook his head, his face still stoic. "You don't need to explain to me, Your Highness (Hermione cringed when he said this). There's nothing to explain at all." And with that, he walked passed the brunette.

Hermione spun around so fast her neck cricked a little. "Please, Draco!" the brunette wailed. "It's clear you are angry with me! I have a reason why I need to disguise as Henry Gordon… I have a reason why I need to disguise as Sabrina Baker." The brunette pointedly noticed the way the blond stiffened when she said the last name.

The blond just ignored her and continued to walk away from Hermione.

The Princess raised her hand arms in frustration and shouted, "Would you just hear me out?!" she exclaimed. She's just really desperate right now. She doesn't know what she'll do if the man she greatly loves continued to get angry with him. "It's… it's not fair, Draco! I'm trying to explain here but all you did was snub me like that!"

Draco spun around and his eyes instantly narrowed. "Pardon me, Your Highness, but could you SHUT UP?" the blond said through gritted teeth. He was absolutely livid right now.

Hermione gasped and so did the other spectators. The brunette now glared. She's starting to get frustrated with this Slytherin blond. "Excuse me, but I will not shut up until you'd let me explain!" she shrieked, stomping towards the blond until she's right in front of him. "My father's ordering me to do things I do not want to do. I…" She stopped when Draco raised one hand to stop her.

"I told you, Your Highness, I don't want any explanation from you," the blond said.

The brunette balled her hands into fists as more angry tears rolled down her face. Draco has to look away. He has too because Hermione still looks so beautiful even if her face was pink because of crying. It hurts him greatly. "All right! Fine! I deceived you!" Hermione cried. "But I told you, I did it with a reason, Draco! I wouldn't just dress myself into a boy and go to some school when I'm supposed to study in an exclusive school in France!"

Draco spun around and walked away again but then, Hermione stopped him. The brunette's hand was wrapped tightly around his right arm.

"Please," the Princess pleaded in a whisper. She released another sob. "Listen to me, please."

The blond jerked his arm away from her. With his back still turned away from her, the blond said, "I can, Your Highness, I really can. But I don't want to. I won't," Draco stubbornly said. "I don't know who you truly are. I don't know if I'll listen to you again… I don't know if I'll trust you again."

Unable to control herself, Hermione did something quite surprising and unexpected. She spun Draco around and collided her right hand with his left cheek. A resounding SMACK! was heard around the Hogwarts Grounds. The blond staggered back with his hand cradling his smarting cheek. He was shocked… astounded because no one had ever punched him (not even guys) so hard. Hell, he had never seen a girl punch a guy. Never.

Even Pansy and company were surprised at what Hermione did to their best friend. Ginny allowed herself to show a small smile. She thinks that Draco deserves to be punched right now to put back some senses on his incredibly thick head. He honestly didn't realize that Hermione tries her very best to explain to him because he is important to her… because she loves him.

Speechless, Draco just stared at Hermione with his eyes wide open and mouth agape.

Hermione released another soft sob and sniffed. She ignored the sudden pain of her right hand. Instead, she looked at the blond with a soft glare on her eyes. "You idiot!" she cried. "You bloody idiot! I… I'm trying my best to explain everything to you!" she said, now crying uncontrollably. "But you're so stubborn you do not want to listen to me." She wiped her face. "And do you know why I'm trying here, huh, Draco? Do you know why?" She bit her bottom lip and blinked furiously. "Well, breaking news, you stubborn git, I'm in love with you! And I don't even know why!" She shook her head in defeat and ran inside the Hogwarts castle, forcing herself not to look back.

Once she's inside, everything was silent. Even the crickets and other living creatures chose to be silent. Even the Great Lake and the Giant Squid chose to be silent. Draco was still in a daze, his mouth slightly open. He was immobilized with Hermione's revelation. The only hint of life in him was the heaving of his chest and the rapid blinking of his eyes.

Ginny (still hidden behind the bushes with the others) looked at the Hogwarts castle. 'Poor, poor, Hermione,' the redhead thought. She looked at the others and saw the astonished looks of their faces. "And now, Hermione's telling the truth," the she-Weasley said.


"C'était cruel, Stephen (That was cruel, Stephen)!" Queen Danielle exclaimed as she glared at her husband. They were in Professor Dumbledore's office. The Headmaster left the King and Queen to talk about some things. "Why did you slap Hermione?! Notre fille (Our daughter)! Didn't we agree before Hermione was born that we will never, as in never, physically hurt her for punishment or out of anger? We talked about this, Stephen. Vous avez convenu (You agreed)." The Queen now was practically breathing hard, her face red because of anger. She can't believe it. She really can't believe that her husband, her beloved husband, had hurt their daughter just because he couldn't control his anger.

King Stephen's expression was unwavering. "She deserved it, Danielle. Elle est un enfant insolent (She is an insolent child)," he answered, the tone of his voice also firm. The King then glared at his wife. "It's your fault, Danielle. You spoiled Hermione! Now look at what she is right now! She ran away from home and refused to marry Monsieur Weasley!"

Queen Danielle looked indignant. "Why don't you just allow your daughter not to marry Monsieur Weasley, Stephen? She clearly told you for the umpteenth time, elle ne veut pas marier Ron (she doesn't want to marry Ron)," the Queen answered. "And she told you she loves someone else already!"

"Dans l'intéret du ciel, Danielle (For heaven's sake, Danielle), stop it," King Stephen said, a huge frown now evident on his face. "I do not care if our daughter's attracted to someone rather than Monsieur Weasley. I also stated this clearly, my dear wife, Hermione will marry Ron Weasley no matter what happens."

"C'est ridicule, Stephen (This is ridiculous, Stephen)!" Queen Danielle exclaimed. "Stop ordering Hermione to do what she doesn't want to do!"

"Do not raise your voice to me, Danielle," King Stephen said firmly.

Tears started to stream down Queen Danielle's face but she didn't say anything. Instead, she shook her head and was about to go out of Headmaster Dumbledore's office when the entrance door surprisingly opened. King Stephen immediately stood up upon seeing who the newcomer was.

"Hermione," Queen Danielle gasped upon seeing the face of her daughter. The Princess' face was red and swollen because of crying. But her face wasn't damp anymore. She already stopped crying. "Hermione, dear, are you all right?" the Queen inquired.

But the brunette didn't answer her mother. Her gaze was fixed on her father who was looking at her stoically. "Papa," she said, slightly croaking. Hermione cleared her throat. "I… I'm now agreeing. Je marierai Monsieur Ron (I will marry Mr. Ron)."

Queen Danielle gasped in surprise and King Stephen smiled appreciatively. "Now, that's settled," the ruler said, his smile not leaving his face. "Monsieur Ron will be ecstatic to hear this good news."

"Hermione!" the Queen exclaimed, looking at her daughter in surprise.

King Stephen released a weary sigh. "Danielle, your daughter agreed already," he said.

The mother just shook her head and retrieved her lacy handkerchief to wipe away her tears. Queen Danielle definitely knew that something happened to her daughter.

"Now, mon cher daughter (my dear daughter)," King Stephen started. "Since we are here in England, the nuptials will happen here in England. Monsieur Ron already agreed with this. We already made the list of guests, the theme of the wedding, everything."

"Quand a-t-il lieu le mariage, Papa (When is the wedding, Papa)?" Hermione asked almost inaudibly.

"Soon, Hermione. Two weeks from now and the day would be Saturday," the King answered.

Queen Danielle gasped again. "Isn't it too early, Stephen?" the Queen cried. "Two weeks from now!"

King Stephen waved a dismissive hand. "My dear wife, we've talked about this for a whole year. Everything is ready. Now that Hermione agreed in marrying Monsieur Weasley, there's no point in waiting. Besides, mon cher (my dear), Monsieur Weasley agreed already."

The Queen frowned and looked at her daughter. Hermione was silent. Her eyes were now staring on the floor. 'Only two weeks from now,' she sadly thought. 'Two weeks from now and then I'll be married.' The brunette released a shaky sigh. She'll miss her friends. She'll miss Hogwarts. She'll miss everyone.

She'll miss Draco.

Once Hermione raised her head to look at her father, a tear slid down from her right eye. "All right, Papa, I'll be married on Saturday," she whispered hoarsely.

"Magnifique (Magnificent)," the King merely answered.

Queen Danielle in the other hand cried louder as she held Hermione's right arm. "It's all right if do not want to marry Monsieur Weasley, Hermione. It's…"

"Danielle!" King Stephen exclaimed.

The Queen shook her head again but didn't continue in finishing her sentence.

The King then looked at his Princess again. "Now, Hermione, for the meantime, you will move in the Room of Requirement," he said. "Professor Dumbledore already allowed you to move their. All of your things in your room in the Slytherin Dormitories are now in the Room of Requirement."

Hermione nodded stiffly.

"And," the King added. "I am forbidding you to go out of the Room of Requirement without my permission. Comprenez (Understand)?"

The brunette bit her bottom lip. Now, she's being forbidden to go out of her room. Hermione knew the reason why. King Stephen doesn't want her to run away again.

"Comprenez (Understand)?" the King repeated.

Hermione nodded her head slowly. She has no choice. She agreed in marrying the Weasel so there's no use in refusing to follow the other orders of her father.

"Bon (Good)," King Stephen declared. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going to tell Monsieur Weasley the good news." And with that, the King of Wizarding France disappeared from Professor Dumbledore's office. Only the mother and daughter were left inside.

"Dear…" Queen Danielle started but Hermione shook her head.

"It's all right, Mama, I agreed already," the brunette said shakily. Her face was turned away from her mother so that Queen Danielle wouldn't see the fresh tears flowing down the brunette's face. "Don't worry, Mama, okay?"

"Hermione…"

The Princess just shook her head again and wiped away her tears. She then turned around and forced a smile on her face. "Everything would be all right, Mama." And with that, Hermione also walked out of the Headmaster's office, leaving Queen Danielle alone.

"J'espère ainsi, cher (I hope so, dear)," Queen Danielle whispered to no one. "J'espère ainsi (I hope so)."


Mika was still awake. It was already close to midnight but the little blonde Malfoy was still awake. She refused to sleep. No one succeeded in persuading her to go to sleep. Even her older brother couldn't persuade her to go to sleep.

"Mika," Draco said for the umpteenth time. He was standing in front of his door with his arms crossed and a frown evident on his face. "Go to sleep."

"No, I won't," the little blonde stubbornly said. A pout was seen on her face, a pout that was directed towards her older brother. "Mika won't go to sleep until Princess Hermy comes back," she answered.

Draco released a frustrated noise and looked at Pansy and Blaise pleadingly. "Persuade her, please," he begged, worry now etched on his tired face. Pansy sighed and nodded her head. She approached the stubborn 5-year-old and knelt down in front of her.

"Mika," Pansy started, stroking the she-Malfoy's long hair. "Princess Hermy will not come tonight."

The little Malfoy's bottom lip quivered. Draco sighed. He knew she would cry soon. "Why not, Clingy?" she asked. "Why won't Princess Hermy come back?"

Pansy seemed like she didn't bother at all when Mika called her 'Clingy'. "She just can't, Mika," she answered, now rubbing the little Malfoy's back soothingly. "Hen – Princess Hermione still needs to talk to her parents. I think she'll stay with them."

Mika started to cry. "Princess Hermy should come back, Clingy," she softly cried. She wiped her tears while using the sleeve of her little dress. "Princess Hermy would be hurt again. The King might slap her again."

The Slytherin young woman sighed again and hugged the crying little girl. "She won't get hurt, Mika. I promise," Pansy answered soothingly. She stood up, now carrying Mika on her arms. "Princess Hermione could take care of herself."

The little Malfoy nodded her head and wiped her tears again. "Clingy's right. Princess Hermy could take care of herself," she answered. "But… when will Princess Hermy come back?"

Blaise looked at Draco worriedly. Ever since Hermione's true identity was revealed, he started to worry for his best friend. His heart was broken, Blaise knew that. He then looked at Mika again. And now, his little sister became so attached with the brunette. Asking for her presence was a proof. He shook his head. Ever since Princess Hermione Granger in disguise as Henry Gordon came to Hogwarts, their lives became chaotic. But for some reasons, Blaise couldn't bring himself to become angry with the brunette. The reason… well… he has no idea. Pansy then broke his musings.

"Draco," Pansy said, looking at the blond. "Would you allow Mika to sleep in my room tonight?"

The blond looked at his little sister. Mika was looking at him, distress really evident on her face. Draco released a tired sigh. Yes, he thinks it would be better if he would be alone in his room. He nodded. "It's all right with me, Pansy."

The Slytherin young woman made a small smile. "All right," she said. She then looked at the little Malfoy. "Let's go to sleep now, Mika."

Mika nodded her head tiredly and released a wide yawn. "Goodnight Blaisy. Goodnight Drakie," she said.

The blond strode towards Pansy and his sister. "Goodnight," he said and placed a lingering goodnight kiss on top of his sister's head. And with that, Pansy and Mika went to Pansy's room to sleep. Blaise also bid Draco goodnight and went back to his own bedroom. Now, Draco's all alone.

The blond slowly approached his neighboring room. He twisted the knob and peeked inside. To his surprise, the room was bare except for the bed and the other furnitures. Hermione's things were nowhere to be seen. Draco sighed and closed the door again. He strode towards his own room and walked inside.

'I'm in love with you!'

Draco groaned and plopped on his bed. He buried his face on the pillows and released another groan.

'I'm in love with you!'

"Ugh, stop it!" he cried, covering his ears.

'I'm in love with you!'

"She loves me. She loves me. She loves me," Draco muttered under his breath again and again. He then stared blankly at his ceiling. He closed his eyes and remembered the brunette's face awhile ago. Like what he'd thought, her face still looked absolutely beautiful even if she's crying. Draco cursed under his breath. He should be angry. He should be angry with Hermione for deceiving him... for making him a fool. But he can't. He really can't. And his reason.

He loves her, of course.

And that night, Draco didn't sleep at all.


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