Title: The Queen's Daughter

Rating: PG-13 for language

Author: Bitch-with a sword

Type: Sort of A/U

Summary: A girl is a t Hogwarts that no body likes, no body notices, and no body cares about. What happens when Harry starts to notice her and finds something out about her?

Chapter Two. To and From the Kitchens

Hermione and Mecka walked through the common room and they walked over to Harry and Ron. Harry looked up and he and Mecka stared at each other for a few seconds.

Harry looked at her face properly for the first time. He wasn't far away, and he wasn't in the dark. She was beautiful. The red outline to her eyes had changed and the red outline had darted inward through the darkness of her eyes like shards of glass. It seemed like her eyes changed a lot.

"Hey guys. Mecka said that she wants to go down to the kitchens and eat instead of go into the Great Hall. Want to come with us?" Hermione asked the boys.

"Sure." Said Ron.

"OK." Harry answered, looking at Shasmecka curiously. Shasmecka glared at him and he glared back.

"Hermione." Said Ron.

"Yeah?" Hermione asked him, going over to help him on his History of Magic essay. Shasmecka sat down next to Harry and saw he only had one page done out of the four page essay.

"Problems?" she asked him, looking at it. He looked at her and nodded a yes and he sighed heavily.

"It is due tomorrow." She informed him.

"I know." Harry said, sighing again.

"I'm done. Need help?" she asked him. He looked at her skeptically.

"What's the catch?" he asked.

"No catch." She said, grabbing his essay and looking it over.

"The war wasn't during 1678! It was during 1679. Stuff like that matters you know." She said, grabbing his quill and changing the date. "There." She said, handing it back to him. He looked at her in the eyes and she looked back.

"Thanks." He said to her breaking the contact. "You're eyes are really cool. Is it a spell?" he asked her. She nodded a yes.

"My eyes are really black with a blue rimming, but I changed the color of the rim. My best friend's eyes are yellow with black rimming. She changed the outside to be red too. I like your eyes. They're really bright." Shasmecka said. Harry smiled.

"Thanks." He said to her.

"You're welcome." Shasmecka said to him. "When we come back. I'll help you with the essay because I can see from here that you have spelled the king of the goblin's name wrong." She said with a smirk. Harry grabbed his essay and looked it over. Of course, he had spelled it wrong.

He changed it a stood up. The two of them walked out of the portrait together because Hermione and Ron said that they would be down in a few minutes.

"I thought you were a Slytherin at first. You had that attitude that a lot of Slytherins have." Harry said, closing the portrait.

"Well, I'm not. Obviously, Potter." Shasmecka said, standing beside him as they walked.

"Call me Harry." Harry said.

"No thanks. You haven't gained that privilege." Shasmecka said smirking.

"Fine then, I'll just call you She She." Harry threatened. Shasmecka let out a freaked out scream. Harry laughed.

"Fine. I'll call you Harry." Shasmecka said.

"And I'll call you princess." Harry said. 'What the hell!!?" Shasmecka's head exclaimed.

"You know who I am?" Shasmecka asked him. He looked at her oddly.

"You didn't know that your name means princess?" Harry asked her. Shasmecka sighed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, that. Yeah, I did." Shasmecka replied. 'I could have sworn he knew that I was. . .' her thought trailed.

"What did you think I meant?" he asked her. Shasmecka looked around and thought of something.

"I thought you knew that in one of my past lives that I was a princess. That would be freaky if you knew." Shasmecka lied.

"You were a princess in your past life? That's cool. How did you find that out?" Harry asked her, trying to be civil.

"Uh, a spell I think." She replied as they turned a corner.

"Really? Have you ever been to the restricted section of the library?" he asked her.

"Nope." She lied. He just nodded. "Have you?" she asked.

"Nope." He lied.

"Liar." She said. Harry looked at her surprised.

"You think I'm lying?!" he asked, a smile on his face.

"Yes, I do. Cause I know damn well how many times you, weasel, and Hermione have been in there. One night, in our first year, I saw you enter with that invisibility sheet or whatever." She said. Harry looked even more surprised than before.

"It's an invisibility cloak." He said. The two passed the Great Hall and went down into the dungeons.

"Whatever, * Harry *." She said smirking. He glared at her and pushed her into a wall lightly. Shasmecka laughed and pushed him into the wall beside him. He went back to push her but she started to run down the hall. She ran around a corner and Harry smiled and ran after her.

The two, after playing a quick game of hide and seek, finally made it to the kitchen. Shasmecka tickled the pair and it turned into a door knob. She opened the door and Harry and her walked in.

"Harry Potter!" exclaimed a squeaky voice. Harry and Shasmecka looked over their shoulders to see Dobby come running toward them, his arms spread open. He took Shasmecka into a hug and shook Harry's hand vigorously.

"Hello Dobby." Said Shasmecka.

"Lady Shasmecka. Do you want the usual?" Dobby asked her.

"No actually, I'll have whatever Harry is having. Unless it's caviar." She said, smirking. Harry rolled his eyes. All the smirking was getting on his nerves.

"What would you like Master Potter?" Dobby asked. A female house elf in a pair of jeans and a blue sweeter walked over to Shasmecka.

"Can I get you something, Princess?" the house elf asked.

"No thanks, Dana." Shasmecka replied. The house elf put her hands in her pockets and walked away to go talk to another house elf.

"Does everyone call you Princess?" Harry asked her. 'You have no idea' she thought.

"Pretty much." She replied. Harry grabbed her shoulders and led her to the table that the Gryffindors would be sitting. They sat down next to each other and started talking. "Are Hermione and Ron together?" she asked him.

"No." Harry replied.

"Have they ever been together?" she asked.

"No." he replied.

"Do you think they should get together?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to help me?"

Help you with what?" he asked.

"To get them together."

"Oh. Sure."

"Cool. I'll work up a plan and have in to you by tomorrow." She said, watching as Ron and Hermione made their way over to the table. They sat on the other side and looked at their friend and acquaintance.

"Here you are!" a little house elf exclaimed. She came to them and put their plate on the table. It was a large pizza.

"Thank you Trina." Said Harry.

"You're welcome, sir." Trina said to him. She turned and walked away.

"I haven't had pizza in a really long time." Shasmecka said grabbing the nearest piece of pizza.

"How long was that?" Hermione asked.

"This morning." She said smiling. Hermione smiled and grabbed a piece of pizza and took a bite.

"What is it?" Ron asked looking at the pizza.

"Muggle food. REALLY good." Hermione said. Harry nodded in agreement. Shasmecka just took another bite.

"OK. If it's nasty, I'll kill the nearest person." Ron warned.

"Well, I guess we aren't going to die for a while." Shasmecka said. Hermione smiled and watched as Ron took a bite out of the pizza. He chewed it thoughtfully and smiled.

"It's good." He said. Shasmecka hit her hand against her chest while crossing her eyes. Ron looked at her as if she were stupid.

"It meant no shit Sherlock." Shasmecka said to Ron. He glared at her and she glared back. Hermione started up a conversation before Ron could end up without bones again.

"Where are you from, Shasmecka?" Hermione asked her friend.

"I'm from London, England." She replied, taking another bite out of her pizza.

"Cool. Me too. We already know you're seventeen, and I already know you won't tell me your last name-" Hermione was cut short by Harry.

"Why won't you tell us your last name?" he asked her.

"Because, I just don't want to." Shasmecka said shortly.

"Why not?" Ron asked.

"Don't make me hurt you Weasel. I just don't want to tell you!" Shasmecka said angrily.

"Is it because you're muggle-born?" Harry asked. Being muggle-born wasn't a big issue for Shasmecka. It wasn't touchy either. She didn't care because she was really good at everything she did so it didn't matter. Hermione hit Harry in the arm and glared at him.

"How did you know I was muggle-born?" Shasmecka asked.

"I don't know, I just guessed. But is it? Because it's ok if you are." Harry said.

"I am, but I don't care. That stupid mud-blood word is just a waist of other people's oxygen. So are other hurtful words. They just have no meaning and I only use them when someone uses them on my friends." Shasmecka said.

"I thought you didn't have friends." Hermione said, but she caught herself." I hope I didn't offend you."

"You didn't. I have a friend back in London, but she's a muggle. We're two trippin' peas in a far out pod." Shasmecka said. Hermione smiled along with Harry, but Ron just looked at her like she was crazy.

"I'll tell you later." Hermione said to him. He nodded and went back to eating.

"So, will you tell us what your parents do at least?" Hermione asked. Shasmecka bit her lip and stood up.

"Look at the time! Better get going!" she said, looking at the invisible watch on her wrist and running out of the kitchen.

"That is really weird." Said Ron.

"Yeah. Do you think her parents are criminals or something?" Hermione asked.

"Doubt it." Harry said.

"I agree." Hermione said.

"I don't." Ron said. Hermione pegged him in the back of the head. "OK! Gosh. I do. Happy now?" he asked. Harry and Hermione nodded a yes.

"I'll be back. I have to go get something." Harry said getting up and walking out of the kitchen.

He was walking down the hall when he heard talking. He walked to the end of the hall and stood right out of sight of the two people who were talking.

"Shasmecka. Your mother has contacted me and told me that they are throwing a party for your coming of age. She has invited all of Hogwarts, even the professors." Dumbledore said to Shasmecka.

"She did?! Is she insane!?" Shasmecka exploded.

"I don't think so, but she said that you should contact her and tell her what color you would like your dress. This shall be very exciting." Dumbledore said. Harry could almost hear his eyes twinkle in happiness.

"Where is she holding it?" Shasmecka asked the old man.

"The palace." Dumbledore said.

"Oh man." Shasmecka groaned.

"Aren't you excited, Princess?" Dumbledore asked, the answer was obvious though.

"Does it look like I'm excited?! My hair is about to fall out!" Shasmecka nearly screamed.

"Calm down, Princess. I advise that you owl your mother and tell her what you want. She was so persistent about the party." Dumbledore said.

"Great. Mother is going to drag me into another one of those crazy parties where everyone is stuck up and they wear those outrageous outfits. It's just stupid!" Shasmecka exclaimed, throwing her hands up and stalking angrily off. Harry was about to turn around and walk back to the kitchens when Dumbledore spoke.

"I advise that you keep this our little secret, Harry. You can tell Ron and Hermione, but you can't tell anyone else. I won't tell you any more than you already know, so don't dwell. Shasmecka will tell you when she wants." Dumbledore told Harry. Harry nodded and walked back to the kitchens.