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 notice: A little D/H goodness in this chappy. Have fun and eat CHEESE!!!
Chapter Three. The Bed Chamber
Hermione was pulled roughly off the camel by the ties on her hands and she fell to the stone floor. Her hands had stopped her face from hitting the floor. She got up and looked at the men who had put her on the camel and who had tied her up. Two girls put a blue skirt that tied on both sides and showed almost everything and a golden top that looked like snake skin. They had taken down her hair and had then had somehow relaxed it so it was wavy.
Hermione got up and glared at her captures that had been leading the camel in. They smiled at her and she sneered at them. They laughed at her and she tugged at her restraints. She stopped tugging when she heard someone talk.
"And who is this, Mites?" asked a man around Hermione's age. He had platinum blonde hair and cream white skin. She glared at him and started to tug again. The thinner of the two men came up to her and grabbed her arm forcefully. He pushed her into his arms and chuckled.
"She is but yet a desert flower. Plucked for you, your highness." He told the man. He looked down at her and grabbed her chin roughly and pulled it up so he could see her face. She bit at him and the bigger of the two men yanked her back.
"She is no flower, yet she may be as beautiful. I think the proper word is desert cobra. A diamond backed cobra. Take her to my bedchamber. I'll deal with her later." He instructed. He started to walk away and she scowled at him.
"You will never deal with me." She told him sternly. She looked at her capture and smirked. He got a bewildered look on his face and she pulled the rope from his hand and she whipped him in the face with it. She jumped up and kicked the thinner capture in the face. She socked one of the guards and kicked the last in the groin. She started to run for the door but Draco grabbed the rope and pulled as hard as he could. She fell back wards and landed on her butt, bouncing a little.
"Ouch!" she sad in a harsh whisper. The people around her laughed at her and Hermione stood, ignoring them. She turned toward the Prince and scowled loathingly at him. He looked at her with a smirk on his face and he winked at her. Hermione jumped inside but she kept her face in a scowl on the outside.
"Mites, Rosc, take her to the chamber, and tie her feet." He ordered. Hermione was attacked from behind and her legs were tied instantly. She fell to the ground and the people laughed again. She looked up from the ground at the Prince and he looked down at her. She struggled against the guard as he picked her up and he threw her over his shoulder. The Prince stared after Hermione until she was out of site.
"Whenever I get out of these ropes, I am going to kill you." Hermione warned the guard.
"That would be impossible. What's your name, anyway?" he asked Hermione.
"Hermione." Hermione answered him. She sighed and let her body relax. It took around ten minutes for her and the guard to reach the Prince's chamber. The guard set her on the bed and left. "Wrong move." She said once she knew he was out of earshot. She put the ropes that had tide her hands into her mouth and worked on them. After a few minutes, she had her hands free and she started to work on them. It took her around ten minutes for her to get free. She walked around the room for just a second so she could get the feeling of her feet being free and she started on a sheet rope.
Ten minutes later, the rope was finished and she tied it to the bedpost. She threw it over the side of the balcony and she started to climb down it. She heard the bedroom door swing open and she started to descend faster. Not too long after the Prince's head popped over the side and he smiled down at her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked leaning on his folded arms. Hermione didn't stop crawling down the sheets.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked hotly.
"If I wasn't mistaken, I think that you think you are escaping." He answered calmly.
"When did you figure that out? When you saw I was crawling down the side of your balcony?" she asked. She didn't look down because she didn't necessarily like heights.
"No. I figured out that you were thinking you were going to escape when I saw that the rope was too short." He answered like a smart ass. Hermione looked down and saw that the rope she had been climbing down was twenty feet from the ground.
"Oh good Jesus." She said to herself and she rested her head against the sheet and cussed at herself under her breath.
"Why don't you just come back up here and we'll trade for your freedom." He told her. Hermione sighed. That was the only way to get away from the palace. But what would he make her trade for?
"Fine. Don't try anything funny." She warned. He smiled down at her and Hermione frowned up at him. She quickly crawled back up onto the balcony and stood in front of the Prince.
"Now, about that trade." He turned and started to walk slowly to the other side of the room. He leaned against the bedpost and motioned for her to get onto the bed. A look of disgust crossed her face.
"I would rather jump off the balcony." Hermione growled angrily. He ignored her protest.
"What's your name?" he asked. She glared at him.
"Is that all you people care about? Go ask your guard." She said hotly.
"I want to hear it from you." He said. He pushed himself off of the bedpost and walked over to her slowly. Hermione was transfixed so she didn't move a muscle.
He got within three inches from her body and pushed a lose strand of hair from her face and leaned down and kissed her. Hermione didn't know what to do but to kiss back. His arms wrapped around her waist and he led them to the bed, still lip locked. Hermione didn't protest. Of course, like all the other girls who set eyes on him, she thought that he was very attractive.
Like a bolt of lightning, a light bulb went off in her head. She had an idea and it was a good idea. A very good idea; an awful, brilliant idea. A brilliant idea only thought up by the cleverest. The only thing she needed to do was to put it into action. It wouldn't be too hard since it seemed he was enjoying it more than she was.
She allowed him to lay her down onto the bed and remove her top, but after the discarded top, she flipped him onto his back and her plan was put into action. She slowly moved her hands over his head and they slowly made their way to the rope that she had earlier been restrained by. After it was close to his head, she grabbed his hands and grinded her hips to his just so he wouldn't get suspicious. She led his hands to lie on top of the rope and she quickly tied them very tight. She got off of him and smirked at him. He just lay there bewildered.
"I hope you had fun. I have to go now." She kissed him quickly on the lips and put her top back on. She grabbed two sheets that lay on a shelf near by and she tied them to the end of the sheet rope that was still hanging over the edge and was going to climb down when Draco walked over to her.
"What is your name?" he asked. She just smirked and climbed down the rope. When she hit the ground she started to run.
"My name is Hermione!" she called over her shoulder.
Thirty minutes later, Hermione reached her camel that she had used to get to the kingdom. She mounted it and kicked it in the side and it started to trot out of the kingdom and into the desert back to her home near the Nile.
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 notice: A little D/H goodness in this chappy. Have fun and eat CHEESE!!!
Chapter Three. The Bed Chamber
Hermione was pulled roughly off the camel by the ties on her hands and she fell to the stone floor. Her hands had stopped her face from hitting the floor. She got up and looked at the men who had put her on the camel and who had tied her up. Two girls put a blue skirt that tied on both sides and showed almost everything and a golden top that looked like snake skin. They had taken down her hair and had then had somehow relaxed it so it was wavy.
Hermione got up and glared at her captures that had been leading the camel in. They smiled at her and she sneered at them. They laughed at her and she tugged at her restraints. She stopped tugging when she heard someone talk.
"And who is this, Mites?" asked a man around Hermione's age. He had platinum blonde hair and cream white skin. She glared at him and started to tug again. The thinner of the two men came up to her and grabbed her arm forcefully. He pushed her into his arms and chuckled.
"She is but yet a desert flower. Plucked for you, your highness." He told the man. He looked down at her and grabbed her chin roughly and pulled it up so he could see her face. She bit at him and the bigger of the two men yanked her back.
"She is no flower, yet she may be as beautiful. I think the proper word is desert cobra. A diamond backed cobra. Take her to my bedchamber. I'll deal with her later." He instructed. He started to walk away and she scowled at him.
"You will never deal with me." She told him sternly. She looked at her capture and smirked. He got a bewildered look on his face and she pulled the rope from his hand and she whipped him in the face with it. She jumped up and kicked the thinner capture in the face. She socked one of the guards and kicked the last in the groin. She started to run for the door but Draco grabbed the rope and pulled as hard as he could. She fell back wards and landed on her butt, bouncing a little.
"Ouch!" she sad in a harsh whisper. The people around her laughed at her and Hermione stood, ignoring them. She turned toward the Prince and scowled loathingly at him. He looked at her with a smirk on his face and he winked at her. Hermione jumped inside but she kept her face in a scowl on the outside.
"Mites, Rosc, take her to the chamber, and tie her feet." He ordered. Hermione was attacked from behind and her legs were tied instantly. She fell to the ground and the people laughed again. She looked up from the ground at the Prince and he looked down at her. She struggled against the guard as he picked her up and he threw her over his shoulder. The Prince stared after Hermione until she was out of site.
"Whenever I get out of these ropes, I am going to kill you." Hermione warned the guard.
"That would be impossible. What's your name, anyway?" he asked Hermione.
"Hermione." Hermione answered him. She sighed and let her body relax. It took around ten minutes for her and the guard to reach the Prince's chamber. The guard set her on the bed and left. "Wrong move." She said once she knew he was out of earshot. She put the ropes that had tide her hands into her mouth and worked on them. After a few minutes, she had her hands free and she started to work on them. It took her around ten minutes for her to get free. She walked around the room for just a second so she could get the feeling of her feet being free and she started on a sheet rope.
Ten minutes later, the rope was finished and she tied it to the bedpost. She threw it over the side of the balcony and she started to climb down it. She heard the bedroom door swing open and she started to descend faster. Not too long after the Prince's head popped over the side and he smiled down at her.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked leaning on his folded arms. Hermione didn't stop crawling down the sheets.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she asked hotly.
"If I wasn't mistaken, I think that you think you are escaping." He answered calmly.
"When did you figure that out? When you saw I was crawling down the side of your balcony?" she asked. She didn't look down because she didn't necessarily like heights.
"No. I figured out that you were thinking you were going to escape when I saw that the rope was too short." He answered like a smart ass. Hermione looked down and saw that the rope she had been climbing down was twenty feet from the ground.
"Oh good Jesus." She said to herself and she rested her head against the sheet and cussed at herself under her breath.
"Why don't you just come back up here and we'll trade for your freedom." He told her. Hermione sighed. That was the only way to get away from the palace. But what would he make her trade for?
"Fine. Don't try anything funny." She warned. He smiled down at her and Hermione frowned up at him. She quickly crawled back up onto the balcony and stood in front of the Prince.
"Now, about that trade." He turned and started to walk slowly to the other side of the room. He leaned against the bedpost and motioned for her to get onto the bed. A look of disgust crossed her face.
"I would rather jump off the balcony." Hermione growled angrily. He ignored her protest.
"What's your name?" he asked. She glared at him.
"Is that all you people care about? Go ask your guard." She said hotly.
"I want to hear it from you." He said. He pushed himself off of the bedpost and walked over to her slowly. Hermione was transfixed so she didn't move a muscle.
He got within three inches from her body and pushed a lose strand of hair from her face and leaned down and kissed her. Hermione didn't know what to do but to kiss back. His arms wrapped around her waist and he led them to the bed, still lip locked. Hermione didn't protest. Of course, like all the other girls who set eyes on him, she thought that he was very attractive.
Like a bolt of lightning, a light bulb went off in her head. She had an idea and it was a good idea. A very good idea; an awful, brilliant idea. A brilliant idea only thought up by the cleverest. The only thing she needed to do was to put it into action. It wouldn't be too hard since it seemed he was enjoying it more than she was.
She allowed him to lay her down onto the bed and remove her top, but after the discarded top, she flipped him onto his back and her plan was put into action. She slowly moved her hands over his head and they slowly made their way to the rope that she had earlier been restrained by. After it was close to his head, she grabbed his hands and grinded her hips to his just so he wouldn't get suspicious. She led his hands to lie on top of the rope and she quickly tied them very tight. She got off of him and smirked at him. He just lay there bewildered.
"I hope you had fun. I have to go now." She kissed him quickly on the lips and put her top back on. She grabbed two sheets that lay on a shelf near by and she tied them to the end of the sheet rope that was still hanging over the edge and was going to climb down when Draco walked over to her.
"What is your name?" he asked. She just smirked and climbed down the rope. When she hit the ground she started to run.
"My name is Hermione!" she called over her shoulder.
Thirty minutes later, Hermione reached her camel that she had used to get to the kingdom. She mounted it and kicked it in the side and it started to trot out of the kingdom and into the desert back to her home near the Nile.