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 bit of fluff and stuff. Just a little bit of adventurous Hermione and a little bit of annoying Draco.
Chapter Six. Talking to Adam
Hermione grinned at Draco and Draco only noticed how beautiful she was. Not that he hadn't before. She turned toward the well and started to get some water. Draco walked toward the well and leaned against the stone.
"So? What brings you around here? Why aren't you being pampered at your palace?" she asked. She threw him the water skin and he sighed, bowing his head and then looking up at the sky. The sun was high and it was getting hotter.
"My, uh, my mother died four days ago. Well, at least I think four days ago." Hermione looked away. He looked at her and he saw the look of knowing on her face. He didn't say anything.
"I never knew my mother. She died when I was very young." She said. She started to walk away and Draco didn't follow. She turned around after she was twenty feet away from him. "Aren't you coming? Or are you going to stand there all day and bake like a chicken?" she asked. He smirked at her and he pushed himself off of the wall. He stood by her side the whole way back to Hermione's village. As they walked toward her father's tent, people started to stare.
"This is where you live?" Draco asked.
"It is no palace, Prince, but it where I was raised." Hermione said to him. He didn't fight her, for some small feeling in his stomach told him that he wouldn't win.
"I have no problem with that, but I do have a problem with how dirty it is." He told her. She sighed heavily and opened the door to her father's tent.
"Father." She called. A couple of seconds later, Hermione's dad walked through a curtain and toward Hermione.
"Hermione, who do you have here?" her father asked, looking Draco up and down.
"This is Draco." Hermione informed her father. 'Just Draco?' Draco asked himself. He didn't correct her; he just went along with it.
"Draco. Well, what brings you around here?" he asked him.
"I was traveling and I saw Hermione here in a struggle with some barbaric looking man and I . . .." Hermione took up his sentence.
"And he bribed the man to leave me alone." She said to her father.
"Well that is great. Draco, I have to invite you to dinner, in your honor." Her father said.
"Well . . .." he said and Hermione took up his sentence.
"He'd love to father." She said smiling. To Draco, that smile would have coxed him into running around her village naked screaming "I'm an uptight Prince that should be struck down by God!" at the top of his lungs.
"That is great. My name is Adam. Please come, get clean and get on some proper clothes." Adam told him.
"Thank you." Draco said kindly. Adam smiled and he left only to be replaced by four women around the age of twenty who started take off his clothes and wash him.
"Have fun." Hermione said. Draco looked at the women around him and smirked.
"Oh. I will." He said in a smug tone. Hermione glared at him and left in a storm of rage.
"Men." Draco heard her say as she left.
"Women." He said with a smirk.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's short. Who cares? But Hermione's will be cool.
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 bit of fluff and stuff. Just a little bit of adventurous Hermione and a little bit of annoying Draco.
Chapter Six. Talking to Adam
Hermione grinned at Draco and Draco only noticed how beautiful she was. Not that he hadn't before. She turned toward the well and started to get some water. Draco walked toward the well and leaned against the stone.
"So? What brings you around here? Why aren't you being pampered at your palace?" she asked. She threw him the water skin and he sighed, bowing his head and then looking up at the sky. The sun was high and it was getting hotter.
"My, uh, my mother died four days ago. Well, at least I think four days ago." Hermione looked away. He looked at her and he saw the look of knowing on her face. He didn't say anything.
"I never knew my mother. She died when I was very young." She said. She started to walk away and Draco didn't follow. She turned around after she was twenty feet away from him. "Aren't you coming? Or are you going to stand there all day and bake like a chicken?" she asked. He smirked at her and he pushed himself off of the wall. He stood by her side the whole way back to Hermione's village. As they walked toward her father's tent, people started to stare.
"This is where you live?" Draco asked.
"It is no palace, Prince, but it where I was raised." Hermione said to him. He didn't fight her, for some small feeling in his stomach told him that he wouldn't win.
"I have no problem with that, but I do have a problem with how dirty it is." He told her. She sighed heavily and opened the door to her father's tent.
"Father." She called. A couple of seconds later, Hermione's dad walked through a curtain and toward Hermione.
"Hermione, who do you have here?" her father asked, looking Draco up and down.
"This is Draco." Hermione informed her father. 'Just Draco?' Draco asked himself. He didn't correct her; he just went along with it.
"Draco. Well, what brings you around here?" he asked him.
"I was traveling and I saw Hermione here in a struggle with some barbaric looking man and I . . .." Hermione took up his sentence.
"And he bribed the man to leave me alone." She said to her father.
"Well that is great. Draco, I have to invite you to dinner, in your honor." Her father said.
"Well . . .." he said and Hermione took up his sentence.
"He'd love to father." She said smiling. To Draco, that smile would have coxed him into running around her village naked screaming "I'm an uptight Prince that should be struck down by God!" at the top of his lungs.
"That is great. My name is Adam. Please come, get clean and get on some proper clothes." Adam told him.
"Thank you." Draco said kindly. Adam smiled and he left only to be replaced by four women around the age of twenty who started take off his clothes and wash him.
"Have fun." Hermione said. Draco looked at the women around him and smirked.
"Oh. I will." He said in a smug tone. Hermione glared at him and left in a storm of rage.
"Men." Draco heard her say as she left.
"Women." He said with a smirk.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, it's short. Who cares? But Hermione's will be cool.