Note: I needed names for Hermione's parents (Gryffindor Kingdom's king and queen); with some research, I've found out their names were Monica and Wendell from the Deathly Hallows. If this information is false, please inform me, and I will change it. Enjoy :]

The stars twinkled in the dark sky, surrounded the crescent moon; it was a luxurious night for a ball. The music bypassed the glass windows and entered into the royal garden filled with flowers of all sorts. The trickling of the fountains' water was soothing and serene. Women's laughter could be heard from the group of guests entering the main hall of the Gyrffindor castle. Lights shone through the doors and laid its luminescence on the stone-laid road.

All of the royal families were present, with the addition of many other noble families. Women were dressed beautifully, trying to out-dress the others, showing off their wealth in the process. Men dressed classically, flaunting class status, riches, and intellect. Young children were simply adorable; some carried toys, while others were carried by their mothers. Those who could walk scampered around the main hall. Young adults kept to themselves, and their own kingdoms, gossiping and whatnot.

All had grown quiet when the Slytherin Prince's arrival was announced. The eyes of many lay atop of the stairs, awaiting the arrival of the prince. Mumbles broke out through the crowd.

"The Slytherin Prince is actually attending."

"Bah, he's probably bluffing himself."

"This is such an excitement, simply thrilling."

A myrtle-green with a brilliant silver lining cloak swept against the sangria-red carpet of the Gryffindor main hall. Appearing atop of the stairs, his pale white-blond hair touched his stunningly clear cheeks, and his cold gray eyes scanned the crowd with a scowl playing on his lips. He slipped out of his cloak smoothly, handing it to the butler without second thoughts of manners. Across from the stairs sat the royal Gryffindor family. Hermione had a distraught expression, while Monica and Wendell were a bit distressed.

"Mother, how could you? And father, was that the reason you let me here without an accompaniment? I'm thoroughly appalled. Why haven't you informed me of this before? I would've handled it much more … maturely! I'm on the brink of panic now!"

Hermione leaned back onto her chair with her forefingers rubbing her temples and shielding her eyes.

Me? Marry the Slytherin Prince? How would that even begin to make any sense at all?!

Queen Monica placed her arm around Hermione's shoulders, "Dearest, we didn't want to worry you, but we knew we had to tell you eventually. I suppose," Monica looked at her husband, who nodded, "we just panicked as well. The thought of marrying you off to a family we've been at war with for generations made us uneasy, but we did what was best for the kingdom, and now you have to make a choice that will help it as well, Hermione."

"That's right, Hermione; we want what's best for you, and if you don't wish to marry Draco Malfoy, we'll make some arrangements in –"

Hermione sat up swiftly, "No," she shook her head, laying her hands on her lap, "That's not necessary, father. I'll," pausing for a moment, biting her lip, "make deal with it. You wanted me to handle this with the utmost maturity, and I will."

King Wendell smiled and looked across the hall, eyes widening, "Oh, my."

"What is it, Wendell?" questioned Monica.

"It seems as the Slytherin Prince has arrived."

Slowly, Hermione's head turned and her eyes met with Draco Malfoy's. It seemed to be an instant – the way they both stopped and stared at one another.

So, this is my fiancé.

Flifthy mudblood.

Another chapter - completed! How was it? Read and review; it's very appreciated :] I do enjoy reading them, of course. If there's anything in this fan-fiction so far that is to your dislike, review on it, and I will see what I can do; after all, my works are for you pleasures :] Thanks for reading and stay tuned for the next chapter!