Name: Egypt
Type: An A/U Draco/Hermione fic.
Author: ????
Summary: Hermione: Daughter of the ruler over a dessert clan who is adventurous and will do anything for her people. Even steel from the palace kitchen . . . and get caught . . . Draco: Future ruler of Egypt. A brat, self centered, and sought after by many women. He's womanizing and he is spoiled. Overly spoiled.
Their worlds collide and only adventure and heartache lay ahead. Maybe . . .
Notice: The trio appears in this fic. No Majick is used in this story.
Chapter One. Caught
Hermione Clea Granger walked through the dark dirt streets of Egypt, a camel skin bag over her right shoulder. And black sheer skirt lay over black thong underwear. A black short top with a sheer black long sleeved shirt lay over it. A gold arm charm of a snake was wrapped around her upper arm and her long frizzy dark brown hair was in a high ponytail.
Hermione hid in a shadow behind a pub just in time for a large man to walk out, intoxicated as could be. He stumbled toward the back of the pub and fell to his knees. He threw up whatever was in his stomach inches from Hermione's feet and passed out, falling into his own barf. Hermione scowled and covered her mouth.
"Pig." She said into her hand. She walked away quickly and walked into the middle of the nearest street. Hermione looked up the mile long road toward the large palace. She sighed and looked around hastily. If she was going to get there, she was going to get there quickly and soundly. "Roof tops." She said in a whisper to herself. She smirked and continued to look for a way to the top of any little mud house.
Next to a near by house was a stack of old crates that were stacked three high. It didn't look very steady, but that didn't stop Hermione from climbing them anyway. She stood on top of the first one and bounced a little. Maybe they were steadier than she thought. She climbed the last two and put her hand on top of the house. She was going to jump up, but her foot got stuck in hole that her bare foot broke. She cursed under her breath and tried furiously to get her foot out of the hole.
"Who's there?" came a panicked voice form the doorway of the house she was trying to climb. A young woman stepped out and looked around. Hermione hid in the shadow that the crates were in and worked quietly to get her foot out.
The girl was young, but not younger than Hermione's eighteen-year-old self. She had short dark brown hair and she her skin was dark and wearing only a small dress with patches and a small, thin shawl over her shoulders. She started to climb toward the crates and Hermione hurriedly climbed onto the roof, only to have the crates fall and have the girl squeal in surprise and run into the house.
"Sorry!" Hermione called and ran across the rooftops.
She ran across thirty and took a break. She took a swig from the small camel flask around her waist and wiped the rest of the water from her lips only to lick them. She walked quickly on the rooftops, hopping over the small crack between the tops and at the last rooftop she stopped and crouched. There was a celebration going on at the palace and Hermione smiled.
"Perfect." She said out loud, turning her grin into a smirk. A celebration would mean that cooks would be in the celebration hall and there would only be a few guards for her to take out. Of course, it wouldn't be hard. Her best friends taught her everything she needed to know.
Harry James Potter and Ronald Greg Weasley. Harry taught her yoga and how to be flexible, and Ron taught her how to fight. Of course, Hermione had smarts so having it all put together gives you a fighting machine: a female fighting machine.
Hermione looked around the front of the palace and saw that six guards were guarding the front of the palace. She looked to the side of the palace that had an open door that Hermione knew as the kitchen. There were four men there and Hermione sighed.
"Six? Or Four? Pick one." Hermione said to herself. She ran toward the
kitchen. When she got within eye view of the guards, she started to walk
slow and seductively. One caught side of her and nudged his friends. They
looked and her and they walked toward her. Hermione smiled with her
brilliantly white teeth and stopped.
"You. Turn around and leave right now. You are not aloud around here." Said one of the guards to her. Hermione stopped smiling, only to smirk and she walked seductively toward the guard that first spoke to her and got in his face. She grabbed his head and she kissed him, hard. When she broke off, he looked down at her with a dreamy look on his face.
"Anybody else want some?" she asked. The other guards looked at one another and walked toward her. She smiled and kicked the guy she kissed in the groin socked another guy in the face, who was instantly unconscious, and grabbed a whip that one of the other guys had and snapped it to where it wrapped around another guy's legs and she kicked him in the face. The last guy was a bit pathetic, really. He was Hermione's 5' 6" height, yet he had a few more muscles than she. Hermione grabbed his left arm and broke it. She kicked the back of his leg and he fell to his knees. She hit a pressure point on his neck and he was instantly out cold. She smiled and walked into the kitchen, only to be caught by two guards and her arms and legs got tied and she was thrown over a large man's shoulder.
"Oh good Moses. Come on, cane we talk about this?" she asked in a pathetic whimpering tone. They didn't listen.
SO? Do you like it? I need reviews. I have the second chapter done. Draco's POV. And we all love Draco. Anyway, don't tell me that ever thing is OCC. It's a fan fic, and mine (need I remind you), so it will be how I like it to be. To all of those who like my story, bump or review. You know the drill. I need reviews to be able to post the next chapter.
Type: An A/U Draco/Hermione fic.
Author: ????
Summary: Hermione: Daughter of the ruler over a dessert clan who is adventurous and will do anything for her people. Even steel from the palace kitchen . . . and get caught . . . Draco: Future ruler of Egypt. A brat, self centered, and sought after by many women. He's womanizing and he is spoiled. Overly spoiled.
Their worlds collide and only adventure and heartache lay ahead. Maybe . . .
Notice: The trio appears in this fic. No Majick is used in this story.
Chapter One. Caught
Hermione Clea Granger walked through the dark dirt streets of Egypt, a camel skin bag over her right shoulder. And black sheer skirt lay over black thong underwear. A black short top with a sheer black long sleeved shirt lay over it. A gold arm charm of a snake was wrapped around her upper arm and her long frizzy dark brown hair was in a high ponytail.
Hermione hid in a shadow behind a pub just in time for a large man to walk out, intoxicated as could be. He stumbled toward the back of the pub and fell to his knees. He threw up whatever was in his stomach inches from Hermione's feet and passed out, falling into his own barf. Hermione scowled and covered her mouth.
"Pig." She said into her hand. She walked away quickly and walked into the middle of the nearest street. Hermione looked up the mile long road toward the large palace. She sighed and looked around hastily. If she was going to get there, she was going to get there quickly and soundly. "Roof tops." She said in a whisper to herself. She smirked and continued to look for a way to the top of any little mud house.
Next to a near by house was a stack of old crates that were stacked three high. It didn't look very steady, but that didn't stop Hermione from climbing them anyway. She stood on top of the first one and bounced a little. Maybe they were steadier than she thought. She climbed the last two and put her hand on top of the house. She was going to jump up, but her foot got stuck in hole that her bare foot broke. She cursed under her breath and tried furiously to get her foot out of the hole.
"Who's there?" came a panicked voice form the doorway of the house she was trying to climb. A young woman stepped out and looked around. Hermione hid in the shadow that the crates were in and worked quietly to get her foot out.
The girl was young, but not younger than Hermione's eighteen-year-old self. She had short dark brown hair and she her skin was dark and wearing only a small dress with patches and a small, thin shawl over her shoulders. She started to climb toward the crates and Hermione hurriedly climbed onto the roof, only to have the crates fall and have the girl squeal in surprise and run into the house.
"Sorry!" Hermione called and ran across the rooftops.
She ran across thirty and took a break. She took a swig from the small camel flask around her waist and wiped the rest of the water from her lips only to lick them. She walked quickly on the rooftops, hopping over the small crack between the tops and at the last rooftop she stopped and crouched. There was a celebration going on at the palace and Hermione smiled.
"Perfect." She said out loud, turning her grin into a smirk. A celebration would mean that cooks would be in the celebration hall and there would only be a few guards for her to take out. Of course, it wouldn't be hard. Her best friends taught her everything she needed to know.
Harry James Potter and Ronald Greg Weasley. Harry taught her yoga and how to be flexible, and Ron taught her how to fight. Of course, Hermione had smarts so having it all put together gives you a fighting machine: a female fighting machine.
Hermione looked around the front of the palace and saw that six guards were guarding the front of the palace. She looked to the side of the palace that had an open door that Hermione knew as the kitchen. There were four men there and Hermione sighed.
"Six? Or Four? Pick one." Hermione said to herself. She ran toward the
kitchen. When she got within eye view of the guards, she started to walk
slow and seductively. One caught side of her and nudged his friends. They
looked and her and they walked toward her. Hermione smiled with her
brilliantly white teeth and stopped.
"You. Turn around and leave right now. You are not aloud around here." Said one of the guards to her. Hermione stopped smiling, only to smirk and she walked seductively toward the guard that first spoke to her and got in his face. She grabbed his head and she kissed him, hard. When she broke off, he looked down at her with a dreamy look on his face.
"Anybody else want some?" she asked. The other guards looked at one another and walked toward her. She smiled and kicked the guy she kissed in the groin socked another guy in the face, who was instantly unconscious, and grabbed a whip that one of the other guys had and snapped it to where it wrapped around another guy's legs and she kicked him in the face. The last guy was a bit pathetic, really. He was Hermione's 5' 6" height, yet he had a few more muscles than she. Hermione grabbed his left arm and broke it. She kicked the back of his leg and he fell to his knees. She hit a pressure point on his neck and he was instantly out cold. She smiled and walked into the kitchen, only to be caught by two guards and her arms and legs got tied and she was thrown over a large man's shoulder.
"Oh good Moses. Come on, cane we talk about this?" she asked in a pathetic whimpering tone. They didn't listen.
SO? Do you like it? I need reviews. I have the second chapter done. Draco's POV. And we all love Draco. Anyway, don't tell me that ever thing is OCC. It's a fan fic, and mine (need I remind you), so it will be how I like it to be. To all of those who like my story, bump or review. You know the drill. I need reviews to be able to post the next chapter.