A.N- Okay, so when I'm talking about Hermione or Draco, it's going to say either Hermione or Draco, but when someone's talking to them, it's obviously going to say either Artemis or Stephen, because to these medieval people, they're known as Stephen or Artemis. Okay? Don't forget to REVIEW after reading this chapter.

Chapter Four-Engagements

The trumpets sang a loud fanfare, announcing the King and the Royal Family of France, causing everyone to look their way. "His majesty, the venerable King Louis of France, and Queen Catherine of France, High Crown Prince Stephen, and Crown Princess Sabine, Princess Christine, Princess Joan and Princess Emilie," announced a small man with a very loud voice.

Hermione laughed to herself. She didn't see the King or Queen or any of their offspring, but that sure sounded like a lot of girls. Pity the poor guy; four sisters and no brothers.

The announcer called, "Princess Alys." Hermione turned around to look at the girl who was supposedly one of her sisters. She had dirty-blonde hair, and was rather small. Her dress was a powder blue, and her hair was braided down the back, a powder blue ribbon tied into a small bow at the bottom. She looked no older than five.

"Prince John, Duke of Essex." This brother was also small – probably only a year or so older than the youngest Princess, Hermione noted. He had a chocolate-brown hair, very similar to Hermione's.

"Prince Edmund, the Earl of Wessex." He had the same dirty-blonde hair as Princess Alys, and looked around the age of eleven, maybe twelve.

"Princess Margaret." Hermione turned to look at the sister who she was told was so close to her in age. She was so beautiful; Hermione almost ran around the other way, ashamed to show her face after the girl Hermione thought was so much more beautiful had come down the stairs. Almost. Hermione is not a girl to run away just when she thinks someone prettier is there. That's a job for someone like Lavender or Pansy Parkinson. Her ebony hair flowed down to her waist freely, and her deep, ethereal, sapphire eyes matched her sapphire dress perfectly.

"Crown Princess Artemis Isabel Rose." Wow, I do sound so much more impressive than those other names.

She glided down the steps, the back of her crimson dress trailing behind her. Her hair was pulled behind a golden coronet, embellished with pearls, emeralds and rubies. A pendant strung with pearls and ending with a golden circle – an emerald in the middle, rubies around the outside – was around her neck. This dress is so terribly heavy and ridiculous! I probably look ridiculous. All eyes were on the eldest princess.

She first saw a group of three small girls, two with platinum blonde hair, and one with brown. The youngest appeared to be around age six, the middle no older than nine, and the oldest around twelve.

Next was the girl Hermione assumed to be Princess Sabine. She too had platinum blonde hair. Curtsying, Hermione noticed her ice-blue/gray eyes. She looked oddly familiar, but Hermione couldn't place from where. Oh, god! Next is the man they say I'm engaged to. Do I spit in his face and say "Over my dead body"?

Hermione curtsied the same time as Draco/Stephen bowed. They got up the same time, and as they looked into each other's face, "Malfoy?" she murmured. "Granger?" he whispered under his breath. Maybe she knows something about why we're here. "Granger, what the bloody hell is going on?"

"Later!" she whispered back, joining her siblings.

After "Henry, Crown Prince of England and Earl of Rochester" had come and made his rounds, the announcer shouted in his horribly loud voice, "Dinner is served."

Everyone made his or her way into an overly large dining hall. A servant stood in back of every chair, which made the whole affair seem even more pompous in Hermione's opinion.

Right then a trumpet fanfare sounded, and "Announcing King Edward and Queen Matilda of England" was proclaimed loudly so that all could hear it. Once the King and the Queen of both countries sat, all else sat, waiting for food to be brought.

A large roast pig with an apple in its mouth was placed on the table, along with boiled cabbage, goose, pickled herring, rabbit pie, swan, lamprey eel, snow pudding, lemon custard and a sugar replica of a horse. Hermione almost broke down in tears to see all of the animals on the table. Wine was filled to the brim in everyone's glass. Well at least I know what these ages where like – brutal.

The mudblood probably knows what's going on here. That little know-it-all knows everything.

"What are to be the terms upon the marriage, King Henry?" asked King Louis.

"Not now, King Louis! Not in front of the women! And we have not yet had a Ball to celebrate the betrothal! Not so hasty, not so hasty!" exclaimed the obviously drunk king jovially. "Go leave us all, while we discuss men's business."

"Meet me by the grand stair," instructed Hermione.

oXo

"Granger-"

"Call me Princess so that we don't sound suspicious," interrupted Hermione. "Or We should speak privately; perhaps the gardens. Impressive castles like this usually have gardens."

"Oh shut it Granger, and tell me how we're going to get home!"

Hermione coughed loudly. "Okay Princess Artemis."

"The gardens," she said simply.

Draco – against his personal judgment – followed Hermione to the gardens. Among the rosebushes, Hermione finally said, "Okay Ferret! This is what's going on! I'm stuck here, and your stuck here, and there's nothing you can do about it, unless you have a time turner on you. I seriously doubt that."

"And so what do you expect me to do, Granger? Get us home?"

"That's impossible for us to do. Our only hope is that back home, they figure out a way to bring us home. But there are worst things happening, Malfoy."

"Yeah like what?"

"I'm sure that you're aware that we're engaged to be married."

"Oh Merlin!"

"And how soon do you think that those Kings in there decide that it's high time that they married us off? I'm sixteen. That's above-average marrying age in these times, not that you would know about anything muggle."

"I would know that, because in these times, the muggle and wizarding worlds were very closely related. So customs were very alike – early wizards were even Catholic. But of course you wouldn't know that, mudblood!"

Hermione gave him a cold glare. "I'm going to pretend that you didn't say that. We really should be getting back, Malfoy. Rephrase that. I really should be getting back." And then she walked back into the castle, her dress fanning out in back of her; similar to how Snape's robes always seemed to billow. I wonder if I'll ever have to endure another painstaking potions class again.

oXo

Her striking sister was talking to a girl with dirty-blonde hair. She only seemed a little older than the black-haired beauty. "Who is that?" asked Hermione to Lady Jane, who had at that moment walked up to her.

"Princess Margaret?" asked Lady Jane, confused.

"No, no, no! The girl talking to Princess Margaret. Who is she?"

"That 'tis Lady Gwenyth, the Abbess of Styne, Princess Margaret's sister."

"Does that mean that she is my sister? Oh dear, now I'm confused!"

"Now it is my turn to say no. How could you not remember all of this? It must have something to do with the fall. They call your sister the Bastard Princess. She was born to the queen's younger – yet more beautiful – sister. Your father married your mother and took her – Lady Margaret of Styne – as a mistress. She had two daughters with your father, which are the Abbess of Styne and Princess Margaret. After Lady Margaret died – childbirth, from giving life to the Princess – your mother took Margaret as her own, your father giving her the title as Princess."

"And why is Princess Margaret's hair black and Lady Gwenyth's hair blonde?"

"Lady Gwenyth has your father's hair – blonde. The late Lady Margaret has black hair, just as the Princess does now. You have your mother's chocolate brown hair."

Just then, the Abbess decided to come up to Hermione. "Why Princess Artemis, you are looking quite lovely today," she said, in an almost mocking voice. "It is so great that you can marry one as important as the future king of France, or even marry at all. Well I just came to…er…congratulate you, and now I shall go greet others. Good even, Milady Princess."

Hermione turned to Lady Jane. "The Abbess is even more resentful to you than usual. It must be the betrothal. It irritates her that the King doesn't bother himself with her, as she is not nearly as important as a Princess. But it's not too bad for you. She truly hates her sister, for though she is older, her sister has more. Her sister may marry a Lord, or even a prince with many older brothers ahead of him, but she will either marry a son of a Lord who shant inherit a title, or not marry at all." Lady Jane then laughed. "Though we all know how preposterous it is not to marry."

"She's a bit frightening, isn't she?" asked Hermione, laughing.

"Oh, only sometimes, Princess. Only when someone important of influential comes to the castle, and she is excluded from the presenting and such. Note how they never called 'Lady Gwenyth, Abbess of Styne.' Though she was at the feast."

A loud laugh came from Lady Gwenyth. I'm going to have to watch out for this half sister of mine.

A.N: Okay, so I realized that only one person answered my question. That gets annoying after a while. So the question still remains, because I have yet to see a movie (probably this weekend.) WHAT GOOD MOVIES ARE OUT THERE?

Laura- I don't know. What's up with all of these unsigned reviews is beyond me.

Casey- You never fail to review me! And for that I thank you. Sorry for that whole mother thing. I was in medieval-prep-mode. So yeah!

Josh Frumkin- Pomona is Professor Sprout. She is the Head of Hufflepuff house. Her name is mentioned once or twice in the books. Sorry for the confusion.