Author's Note: I've been on a bit of a writing spree today(August 5, 2017) and I figured I would give my readers a new chapter. I hope you enjoy. Also, to the person who left a review on chapter 1 asking me to update 3 days after I uploaded chapter 4, please don't ask me to update when you're 3 chapters behind. Thank you.

The next day rolled around slowly. Hermione woke up to the smell of pancakes, eggs, bacon, etc. She looked down at the golden tray at the end of the bed and pulled it up to her torso. The food was delicious, she had to admit. Hermione put her fork down as she picked up a note on the tray. 'Queen Frigga has requested to have dinner with Ms. Granger in the dining room tonight at 7:00 PM sharp,' the note said. A maid walked into the room after Hermione finished eating and took the tray, walking out and closing the door behind her.

Sighing, Hermione stood up and walked over to one of the windows in the room. She could see all of Asgard from here. A knock on the door pulled Hermione's eyes away from the scene. "Come in," she said.

One of the maids from last night entered the room and curtsied. Hermione shook her head. "There's no need to do that, really. I'm not royalty." The maid looked at Hermione. "You are a guest. We treat all guests like royalty." The maid walked over to the giant closet and the room and began looking through the many dresses. "Let's find you something to wear," she said, pulling out multiple dresses in a variety of colors.

After almost an hour, Hermione was dressed in a beautiful gown that was almost the same color as the nightgown she had worn previously. It was long sleeved, with the sleeves being translucent. Hermione's dirty blonde hair had been brushed and mixed with various products to make it, wavy and soft. Hermione had insisted that no makeup be put on her, but the maid who Hermione now knew was named Faye, reminded Hermione that Frigga had requested to have dinner with her that night.

Hermione agreed to a little makeup, but Hermione soon found herself with a face full of makeup. Light eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara, a light blush, and a vibrant hot pink lipstick. Hermione looked like a goddess, that was true. Hermione had never seen herself as very beautiful. Unlike Lavender Brown, Hermione had never cared about appearances. Lavender was boy-crazy, caring more about being in a relationship than her studies. Hermione was the complete opposite.

After telling Faye about her situation, Hermione was given a list of things she could do to keep busy for the next few hours. After Faye walked out, Hermione returned to the window. She couldn't deny how beautiful Asgard was. She remembered the emotions going through her the first time she ever arrived at Hogwarts.

The feelings were fairly similar. It appeared that all of Asgard was gold, not just the castle. Faye had mentioned the gardens being a beautiful, quiet place. Hermione decided to head there. Hermione walked out of her room and wandered through the castle, trying to find her way to the gardens. She found herself back where she had been when she woke up the day before. Heimdall bowed his head as she entered. "Ms. Granger," he acknowledged. "Hello, Heimdall."

"How can I help you?" Heimdall approached her, hands clasped behind his back. "I was trying to find the gardens. Obviously, I failed." A small smile appeared on her face. Heimdall, too, had a smile on his face. "It's a big place. It does not surprise me." He appeared to have remembered something. He walked over to a table in the room and picked up something before walking back over to Hermione.

"I found this after I returned from bringing you to the throne room yesterday. Is it yours?" Hermione looked down at the object Heimdall held in front of her. "My wand!" Hermione took the wand from him gently. "Thank you. I didn't even realize it was gone." It was true. Hermione had been so caught up with everything that she hadn't even realized she didn't have her wand.

"I'm happy to help," Heimdall replied, bowing his head slightly. Hermione walked out, completely forgetting her quest to find the gardens. She had gone back up to her room and was practicing her spells.

The hours passed by a lot quicker than Hermione had thought and soon it was 7:00 PM. Hermione arrived a few minutes later. Frigga sat at a grande table in the middle of the room. It was just her. Hermione curtsied upon entering before walking over. "I apologize for being late, your majesty. I was having some trouble finding my way here."

A smile was plastered on the queen's face. "That's quite alright, dear. I understand. Please, have a seat." Hermione took a seat next to the queen and the two began eating. The night's conversation consisted of many topics; life on Midgard, Hogwarts, the battle of Hogwarts, as well as the history of Asgard, the various Asgardian dishes, and Frigga's family. Finally, the conversation reached the topic of Loki.

"Loki has a burning hatred for my husband. Odin killed Loki's biological father and brought Loki back to Asgard. Loki was only a baby." Hermione had read in the book Luna gave her that Loki was a frost giant from Jotunheim. Odin had killed the frost giants, along with Laufey, Loki's biological father. Odin had disguised Loki to look normal, hiding Loki's true form from all of Asgard.

"After Loki found out that Odin wasn't his father, he grew angry. He had tried so hard all these years to impress my husband. Loki and Thor, Odin's biological son, used to be so close. Loki became jealous after Thor was given the throne. Loki believes he was born to be a king, but that is not the case. My son, whether he chooses to admit that I'm his mother or not, made some choices that were unworthy of a king."

Hermione listened. From the things Frigga told her, Loki seemed to be a monster, but part of her felt like Loki was just a little boy trying to feel accepted. Hermione couldn't deny that part of her felt bad for the god. Despite the things he had apparently done, Hermione couldn't deny that she understood Loki in a way, and she hadn't even met him yet.

The two finished their meals before continuing their conversations. "Well, it has been a wonderful evening, Ms. Granger. I thank you for accepting my invitation and eating with me. Now, I must retire to my chambers." Hermione curtsied. "It was an honor." Frigga walked out and to her chambers.

Hermione soon left the dining room and returned to her room. The night was still young, but she found herself even more tired than she had been the night before. Hermione removed her makeup and changed into a white nightgown. She placed her wand next to her on the end table and drifted off to sleep.