She walked on the shores of her estate.Well technically it was her father's but someday

it was to be her's. She slightly lifted up her gown as she ran across the grass towards the shore.She was a

princess ,she couldn't be falling down because of a dress. Why she ran there, she didn't know. The grass

gliding across the bottom of her feet felt so right. It was a cool and dry day. This was the first week this

month that it hadn't rained. She decided to make the most of this unusual British weather.

When she reached the shore she sighed and ploped herself down. It felt so good. The wind blowing

through her hair wild and curly hair. Most people said her hair described her, but she didn't see how hair

could do that. "I am Hermione Granger," she said bodly to herself "Hear me roar!" She started laughing.

She never could be serious.

She guessed that was her tragic flaw. That and always wanting to know everything. Her favorite

author was, how very cliche, Willaim Shakespeare. She hated herself for it, she didn't want to be like so

many people but couldn't help it. The tragedy of Hamlet was beautiful. The plot of The Taming of the

Shrew, brilliant! She sighed thinking of her favorite stories.Too bad they were muggle authories and her

father despised them. Her mother on the other hand, Queen Jane, didn't have a problem with them. Her

parents relationship was much like the relationship of Gertrude and Claudius in Hamlet, even though her

father was really her father, not her uncle. I guess thats why she could relate so well with Hamlet.

"Hermione," someone called. She turned to see her servant ,Ginny, running towards her. "Hermione,

the King wishes to see you," she said running out of breath.

"Hello Ginny, what does he call for?" she asked turning back to the water.

"I do not know, he just said he wished to speak with you."

"Alright, but how about we walk," she smiled as she headed back towards the castle.

When Hermione found her father, she bowed. She picked her head up and looked at her father. "You

called for me?"

"Yes," he said placing his hands behind his back "There has been news of ...'Island Hoppers' and I'm afraid

we can't let you out of the castle, until they are stopped."

"Island Hoppers," she asked confused "Who are they?"

"Well there is rumour is they're going around stealing family treasures and killing the families.'They'

include the Prince Malfoy and a few of his errr...friends," he said.

"Prince Malfoy?" she asked "The supercillious boy, who harassed me at the banquet?"

"The same."

"Ughh, well he better not find his way here!" she said.

Flashback:

She was on the dance floor, after finishing a dance with th Duke of York's son. As soon as she

headed for her parents and boy grabbed her hand. She looked up the arm and onto the face and saw

steely blue eyes and the pearliest white hair she had ever seen. He held himself highly.

"May, I ask who you are," she asked him while taking her hand from his.

"Malfoy," he said simply as he swirled her. He pulled her back to him, causing her hips to rub his. He

smiled cheekily at her. "Ughhh," she said in disgust "I've never!" She pushed away from him, but he s

wirled her back to his arms.

"I'm sorry, love, it won't happen again," he said grinning at her.

The rest of the night he proceeded to pester her. She couldn't even get him to leave her alone

when her and William went on the terrace.

She couldn't stand the ungrateful prude. Throwing his father's money around as if he were already

King. He even had the audacity to try and kiss her on the terrace after William left. I was only 15 and I

didn't even know the foul creature. Crude thoughts crossed her mind as she walked up stairs to her

chamber. He may have inheirted his father's good looks and charm, but he was still an ass. She

remembered the first time she saw him, his beautiful blonde hair hanging in front of his face rebelliously

and his blue eyes lusting after every girl in the room. When she stepped in inside her room, she had

Melissa , another servant, take off her gown and change her into her formal robes.

"Did you hear?" Hermione asked Melissa "Prince Malfoy is going from Island to Island stealing and

killing families."

Melissa gasped at this message. "Killing the families?" she reiterated.

"Yes," Hermione said "but don't worry there isn't a man yet to beat father in any match."

"Do you think he'll turn up here?" Melissa asked.

"If he knows what's good for him, he won't," she replied "but from what I know of him, I think he will."

"Oh, this is so frightening, aren't you scared?"

"Of that outrageous prick? No," she said bluntly even thought there was a lurching felling in her stomach.

They talked for a few more hours before Hermione went to dinner. Her family ate in quite,as usual.

When they were finished she watched as her father waalked into his Study , after he left the room she

was free to leave the table. It wasn't a costumary rule in Royal families, just her's. She didn't really feel

like royalty. She hadn't accomplished anything, and wouldn't until she was Queen.

The King went to his Study to find none other than Draco Malfoy sitting on his desk.He had

apparently been waiting a while.

"Hello Malfoy," the King said calmly "What is it that brings you here?"

"Your daughter,... and fortune," he answers before getting up and drawing his wand.

"Well sorry, but neither of those are yours to take."

"Oh,I take what I please," Draco stated.

"I don't want to have to fight you,Malfoy but if the time calls for it," the King pulled out his wand and

pointed it at Malfoy.

"Old prude, what are you going to do?" Draco teased. Before he knew it a spell went flying towards him.

"Stupefy" after which Draco dodged the King replied "As my wife would say,' More matter with less art,'"

"Well then lets get to it," Draco said. The King waited for his move but it never came. They walked

around in circles not taking an eye off each other. "Crucio," Draco said as the king went falling to the

floor. He grinned at his good job, he had beaten the unbeatable.He sat back down on the desk as he

watched the King die slowly. He was glad he had patience, things were so much sweeter with time.

Hermione skulked upstairs , she had a long and boring day, which made her all the more tired.

She had Ginny and Melissa run her a hot bath with lavender, when she reached her room. Once they

were done they called her in. As they exited she stripped down and slipped into the bath. "Hmmm," she

mumbled as she let the warm rush, wash over her.

She didn't know how long she sat in the bath.She hadn't bathed yet or washed her hair, but she

would in a moment. Just as she reached for her Shampoo, there was a shriek outside her door. Her head

shoot in the direction of her door. She quickly forgot about the scream and moved towards her robe.

Just as she went to grab it the door slammed against the wall." Ahhhh!" she screamed from the

unawarness. She didn't get a good look at the figure,but quickly grabbed her robe. She tried her best to

cover herself but it wasn't working too well.The figure stalked up to her and grabbed her by the arm and

raised her up. Her hair and body dripping with soap and water.

She looked up and noticed the cold blue eyes, she never expected to see again. He grabbed her chin

and made her look into his eyes."Miss me?" Not knowing what to do she pushed him as hard as she

could, he not moving and inch. He grinned at her. She looked behind him and saw what she thought was

Melissa and Ginny on the floor. Her lips started to tremble as her eyes slowly filled with tears. She

looked back up him with fear in her eyes.

"Hello, Hermione," he said silkily pulling her out the tub as she covered herself.

"Wha..What are you doing her?" she asked shakily still not over the demise of her friends.

"I've come for you... and your father's money."

"Well I am not to be had," she said sharply pulling from his embrace. She looked at him defyingly as he

stepped closer to her.

"Don't make this any harder," he ordered.

"Or what?" She asked "I assume my father and mother are already dead, what else can you take away

from me?"

"Hermione," he said louder and reaching for her arm. She quickly jerked her arm away and moved to the

other side of the room.

"Stop," he ordered.

"No!" she retaliated. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.

"You're not going to win," he said. She didn't move.

He sighed in frustration. " Accio," he said as she flew to his arms. When he looked down and smirked

at her ,she slapped him across the face. To her satisfaction his head flew to the other side. She now

smirked at him, before he hit her back. "Uhhh," she said touching her cheek where he had hit her "How

dare you hit a lady!"

"I have to tame the Shrew somehow," he stated simply as he smiled at her. "Ha," she said angry "Me

a Shrew? At least I'm not a murdering thief!" That thought immediately reminded her of her mother and

father. "Oh God," she choked as tears came streaming down her face. "My fa-father's dead!"

He didn't pay attention to her, he just grabbed her arm and drugg outside the castle. He held a firm

grip just in case his men didn't kill everyone.

"Oww! Stop it," She screeched knowing she would defintely have a bruise on her wrist.' Will the brut

ever let me go?' she thought to herself. Without thinking and in the spur of the moment, she with her free

hand slapped him hard across the face. "Well you let my arm loose!"

"You're gonna regret that," he said picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder.

"Draco!" she shouted as she beat on his back and kicked his legs. "Put me down this very instance!"