Disclaimer: I wish I owned Harry Potter. Then I would be sitting somewhere in London laughing hysterically at people's pathetic attempts at writing. But I don't and I'm not. The world is so unfair. The weak plot is mine though. It's from one of my dreams. Steal it and you die.

Ch. Two

A whole new world

Hermione woke up to low whisperings around her. Her head was still groggy.

Hermione: Harry? Ron? Where am I?

The whispering stopped. She opened her eyes. She was in a beautiful room, (A/N: think Rivendell with very tall ceilings.) and men stood around her. No, not men. These had pointy ears. Elves! Very hot elves. But who ever heard of an ugly elf? What were elves doing in the Forbidden Forest? No, not the forest. This was somewhere else. She felt strangely…home. At least the calling was gone. All the elves bowed to her as she rose, murmuring 'my lady' and such. My lady? Interesting.

Hermione: Um, where am I?

Very hot elf: My Lady, I am called Darion, Prince of all Elfkind. (A/N: lol. Elfkind) Welcome, Lady Hermione.

Hermione: Lady Hermione? I'm no lady!

Very hot Prince Darion (A/N:VHPD-its tiring to write it over and over): My lady, you are the sole daughter and heir of King Allon and Queen Julo, may their souls be saved. I was the next heir to the throne, as you disappeared before they died, but now that you have returned, the throne is yours. And as you're 16 and unmarried, I shall take you for my wife, and we shall rule Elfland forever. (A/N: lol. Elfland.)

Hermione: where are my friends? Are they okay?

VHPD: your…er..companions are quite fine, my lady. They are locked in the dungeons, awaiting their sentence.

Hermione: their sentence?

VHPD: My lady, they are to be punished.

Hermione: for what?

VHPD: For touching the skin of a royal when you are not married and they are not of noble birth, my lady.

Hermione: well, let them go, MY LORD.

VHPD, abashed: let them go, my lady? Surely you..

Hermione: surely I want my friends back, or I won't marry you!

The elves in the room gasped.

VHPD: as you wish, my lady. –nods to elf, who runs off- now my lady there still is the question of your attire. –Hermione looks at her clothes- They're not suitable for a lady. I will have a seamstress make you some more appropriate attire for the court.

At that all the elves, including VHPD, left, bowing and murmuring 'my lady'. When she was alone, a seamstress came in, measured her, and made her new clothes. Apparently, 'appropiate attire' was a long clingy blue dress with long sleeves that had a loop to go over one of her fingers. How she managed not to sweat to death in that THING amazed her. That's when her situation dawned on her. She was a lady! An ELF lady! And she had to marry that prince guy. That wouldn't be too much of a problem. Though she would miss Harry. Maybe she could get him as her servant hehe. And what about her parents? She had never heard of this 'King Allon and Queen Julo'. The grangers were the only family she had ever known. And why had she suddenly 'dissappeared' a long time ago? It was all too much too fast. This was not going to be the birthday she had expected. She lay down to sleep, still imagining Harry's face as she galloped away.

Hm. Short chapter I know. Another one coming up asap k? we will see what happened to ron and harry don't worry. Haha it got kinda annoying to keep writing my lady over and over and over, but I guess I got myself into it. Sigh. Please review!