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: I think you'll get it if you read the name of the chapter.
Chapter Five. Reunited
Hermione rode for two days straight. She made it there in no time and her father yelled at her when she had returned.
"Hermione! You were gone for four days! Where were you?" he asked. Her father was big, and had a little bit of a beard and a little bit of a mustache.
"Sorry, father. I was visiting somebody." She said innocently. He sighed.
"What would your mother say?" he asked lightly. Hermione's head bowed at the thought of her deceased mother. Desert bandits had killed her because she wouldn't give them any food. Hermione had only been four, and she had grown up with two big brothers and two male best friends. That's what started her tomboy image.
"I don't know what she would say. She would probably have no problem with my wanting adventure." Hermione informed him. Her mother had been the same way when she was Hermione's age.
"Hermione. Soon, I will leave this world and I will move on. It will be you who will keep the females of the clan in order. I do not think that the fathers will be too pleased if they turn out like you." He informed her.
"Like me?! Father! There is nothing wrong with me. If they turned out like me, they will have a better chance of survival." Hermione protested against her father as if he were asking her to marry the Prince. The Prince . . .. He had been on her mind since she left. The Prince that she had willingly took off her top for. Her father had interrupted her fantasy like a cutting knife.
"Hermione! You are not listening to me. Stop this foolishness. Your brother will take over and he won't be able to teach the women of the clan. You will have to. You will have to stop what you are doing right now. It will only harm you." Her father half pleaded with her.
"I will not stop what I am doing. You will not change who I am, no matter how hard you try. I'm too stubborn." She grabbed a skin full of water and her wooden staff (A.N: Get your mind out of the gutter!), and turned toward the door. "I'm going to watch the sheep." She muttered. She left without another word and he watched her leave.
"You know, she won't listen to you, no matter how hard you try." A man's voice came behind him.
"Jethro, do you always listen in on my conversations?" Adam asked his son.
"No, father. But Jacob and I have taught her well. She can't be harmed easily, and, to top it all off, she's smart. And a bit stubborn, yes. But, like she mentioned, she won't change." Jethro told his father. Adam sighed.
"I pity him who is stupid enough to marry her." Adam sighed. Jethro chuckled and Adam joined in not long after.
Hermione walked toward the watering hole about two weeks after her fight with her dad. He had gotten her so angry, telling her that she was being foolish. She wasn't being foolish, she was just being hard headed, and she admitted it now. Of course, she wasn't going to admit it to her father, but she was a bit foolish. She would keep her word, though. She wasn't going to change.
She took the water skin from her shoulder as she got closer and closer to the water hole. When she turned the bend that revealed the water hole, she saw a body lying by the brick wall of the well.
"Oh my good Moses." She said under her breath as she ran to the body and started to shake it. It was a man, since he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hair was oddly familiar to Hermione. The Prince. She turned the body over and panicked. It was him. "Prince! Wake up! Wake up!" she screamed. He didn't move at first and that only made Hermione panic even more than before. "Wake up Draco!" she screamed. She opened the water skin she was holding and let it sit in the water for a second or two and she poured whatever water was in the skin onto his face. He started to splutter and he sat up, coughing. "Oh thank the gods." She said to herself. He snapped his head toward her and he didn't say anything for a second and when he did, it wasn't what Hermione wanted to hear.
"It's about time someone found me. I just didn't want it to be you." He spat. Hermione didn't show any emotion but that was suddenly taken over by a glare.
"Well excuse me for helping you." She said angrily. He ignored her and stood up. Hermione stood also, taking in how much taller he was than she. Around five inches more.
"* You * helped * me *? Right. And I'm Tom Felton." He said in a dull drawl. Hermione growled in frustration and pushed him out of the way, lowering the water bucket to get water. "Water!" Draco exclaimed. Hermione booty bumped him away and he fell back.
"You'll have to wait, dear Prince. You haven't gained my trust, so no water for your pretty little head." She said waving a scolding finger at him. He stood and grabbed her by the waist and threw her out of the way. She sat back up and glared at him. Her hair was in front of her face and she smirked his way. He turned around when she stood and saw the smirk on her face. She pounced like a lion on a gazelle and tackled him to the ground.
"Get off of me." He struggled to contain her hands from hitting him.
"Not until you do something for me." He flipped her onto her back and she flipped him back onto his. After about ten minutes of wrestling with each other they stopped, lying breathless next to one another.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked in a breathless drawl. Hermione turned her head toward him and smirked. He liked the way she smirked but when she did, it meant trouble. She didn't have time to tell him for she was grabbed roughly by the arm and pulled up off the ground. Draco shot up quickly and looked at the person holding her. He was large and barbaric. His clothes were torn and thick and his hair was matted (A.N: No. He is not Hagrid). He held Hermione by her waist and his hand was down south. Hermione struggled against the man, but he was far too big for her.
"She won't be giving you anything, but she will be giving me some things. Won't you?" he said and smiling a sickly yellow smile. Hermione cringed and started to hit him, hard, on the chest. He winced a little when each blow came, but her punches weren't enough.
"Put her down." Draco demanded. The man only laughed.
"I don't think so." He started to play with an extra strand of Hermione's hair. "Unless we can come up with a trade." The man suggested. Draco moved quickly for his golden crown and the ring his father had given him and held them out.
"Enough trade for you? They cost, together, more than you will ever steel in your whole life." Draco informed him. The man looked from Hermione to the gold jewelry and after about five seconds, he threw Hermione to the ground and took the gold. He mounted his camel and rode off. Draco helped Hermione up off the ground and she dusted off her skirt.
"Thank you." She said with a small smile. He returned the smile and answered:
"You're welcome, Hermione."
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: I think you'll get it if you read the name of the chapter.
Chapter Five. Reunited
Hermione rode for two days straight. She made it there in no time and her father yelled at her when she had returned.
"Hermione! You were gone for four days! Where were you?" he asked. Her father was big, and had a little bit of a beard and a little bit of a mustache.
"Sorry, father. I was visiting somebody." She said innocently. He sighed.
"What would your mother say?" he asked lightly. Hermione's head bowed at the thought of her deceased mother. Desert bandits had killed her because she wouldn't give them any food. Hermione had only been four, and she had grown up with two big brothers and two male best friends. That's what started her tomboy image.
"I don't know what she would say. She would probably have no problem with my wanting adventure." Hermione informed him. Her mother had been the same way when she was Hermione's age.
"Hermione. Soon, I will leave this world and I will move on. It will be you who will keep the females of the clan in order. I do not think that the fathers will be too pleased if they turn out like you." He informed her.
"Like me?! Father! There is nothing wrong with me. If they turned out like me, they will have a better chance of survival." Hermione protested against her father as if he were asking her to marry the Prince. The Prince . . .. He had been on her mind since she left. The Prince that she had willingly took off her top for. Her father had interrupted her fantasy like a cutting knife.
"Hermione! You are not listening to me. Stop this foolishness. Your brother will take over and he won't be able to teach the women of the clan. You will have to. You will have to stop what you are doing right now. It will only harm you." Her father half pleaded with her.
"I will not stop what I am doing. You will not change who I am, no matter how hard you try. I'm too stubborn." She grabbed a skin full of water and her wooden staff (A.N: Get your mind out of the gutter!), and turned toward the door. "I'm going to watch the sheep." She muttered. She left without another word and he watched her leave.
"You know, she won't listen to you, no matter how hard you try." A man's voice came behind him.
"Jethro, do you always listen in on my conversations?" Adam asked his son.
"No, father. But Jacob and I have taught her well. She can't be harmed easily, and, to top it all off, she's smart. And a bit stubborn, yes. But, like she mentioned, she won't change." Jethro told his father. Adam sighed.
"I pity him who is stupid enough to marry her." Adam sighed. Jethro chuckled and Adam joined in not long after.
Hermione walked toward the watering hole about two weeks after her fight with her dad. He had gotten her so angry, telling her that she was being foolish. She wasn't being foolish, she was just being hard headed, and she admitted it now. Of course, she wasn't going to admit it to her father, but she was a bit foolish. She would keep her word, though. She wasn't going to change.
She took the water skin from her shoulder as she got closer and closer to the water hole. When she turned the bend that revealed the water hole, she saw a body lying by the brick wall of the well.
"Oh my good Moses." She said under her breath as she ran to the body and started to shake it. It was a man, since he wasn't wearing a shirt, and his hair was oddly familiar to Hermione. The Prince. She turned the body over and panicked. It was him. "Prince! Wake up! Wake up!" she screamed. He didn't move at first and that only made Hermione panic even more than before. "Wake up Draco!" she screamed. She opened the water skin she was holding and let it sit in the water for a second or two and she poured whatever water was in the skin onto his face. He started to splutter and he sat up, coughing. "Oh thank the gods." She said to herself. He snapped his head toward her and he didn't say anything for a second and when he did, it wasn't what Hermione wanted to hear.
"It's about time someone found me. I just didn't want it to be you." He spat. Hermione didn't show any emotion but that was suddenly taken over by a glare.
"Well excuse me for helping you." She said angrily. He ignored her and stood up. Hermione stood also, taking in how much taller he was than she. Around five inches more.
"* You * helped * me *? Right. And I'm Tom Felton." He said in a dull drawl. Hermione growled in frustration and pushed him out of the way, lowering the water bucket to get water. "Water!" Draco exclaimed. Hermione booty bumped him away and he fell back.
"You'll have to wait, dear Prince. You haven't gained my trust, so no water for your pretty little head." She said waving a scolding finger at him. He stood and grabbed her by the waist and threw her out of the way. She sat back up and glared at him. Her hair was in front of her face and she smirked his way. He turned around when she stood and saw the smirk on her face. She pounced like a lion on a gazelle and tackled him to the ground.
"Get off of me." He struggled to contain her hands from hitting him.
"Not until you do something for me." He flipped her onto her back and she flipped him back onto his. After about ten minutes of wrestling with each other they stopped, lying breathless next to one another.
"What do you want me to do?" he asked in a breathless drawl. Hermione turned her head toward him and smirked. He liked the way she smirked but when she did, it meant trouble. She didn't have time to tell him for she was grabbed roughly by the arm and pulled up off the ground. Draco shot up quickly and looked at the person holding her. He was large and barbaric. His clothes were torn and thick and his hair was matted (A.N: No. He is not Hagrid). He held Hermione by her waist and his hand was down south. Hermione struggled against the man, but he was far too big for her.
"She won't be giving you anything, but she will be giving me some things. Won't you?" he said and smiling a sickly yellow smile. Hermione cringed and started to hit him, hard, on the chest. He winced a little when each blow came, but her punches weren't enough.
"Put her down." Draco demanded. The man only laughed.
"I don't think so." He started to play with an extra strand of Hermione's hair. "Unless we can come up with a trade." The man suggested. Draco moved quickly for his golden crown and the ring his father had given him and held them out.
"Enough trade for you? They cost, together, more than you will ever steel in your whole life." Draco informed him. The man looked from Hermione to the gold jewelry and after about five seconds, he threw Hermione to the ground and took the gold. He mounted his camel and rode off. Draco helped Hermione up off the ground and she dusted off her skirt.
"Thank you." She said with a small smile. He returned the smile and answered:
"You're welcome, Hermione."