A/N: Hello fellow reader! Welcome to BTCW! First two chapters aren't very lengthy, for they are introductions. Next chapter will be posted tomorrow!

Feedback is appreciated! :D

I just wanna say that this story was inspired by:

Medieval Magic by dandin

The Princess and the Peasant by HermioneGranger919

CHECK THEIR AMAZING STORIES OUT IF YOU HAVEN'T!

Fun fact: This was originally going to be my first story, but I wanted to do RWC first :P

Warning: A tad bit of swearing

Disclaimer: I own the plot, but anything that seems familiar to you, I don't own it! Queen J.K. Rowling does, not me! :D

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Chapter 1 ~ The Princess of Ravenclaw

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"Hermione, darling," a hushed soft voice spoke to her daughter. "You must sleep."

"But mother!" a little girl with bushy brown hair whined to her mom. "Read it again!"

"Darling, we have to greet the villagers of Ravenclaw. It is a very important event for a princess like you, and you need to have all your strength for the event," her mother pointed out.

"Okay, mother," the princess sighed. "But you have to promise to read to me that book again."

"Anything," her mother said and kissed her on the forehead and waved her a goodbye. She blew out the candle and went out of her royal sized bedroom.

The 11 year old princess laid to her side and took a deep breath. Her mother read about the four kingdoms of Hogwarts. They were Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. The Gryffindors of the kingdom were full of the best and the brave knights the land could ever lay their eyes on. Ravenclaws were the most cleverest of them all, for most of them knew how to read and write at such a young age. The Slytherins were cunning. Even if some of them were very untrustworthy, the best leaders were originated from that kingdom. Hufflepuffs were known for their tremendous loyalty and kindness.

Hermione would be grateful if she were the visit The Kingdom of Hufflepuff someday, but that would never happen. It was tradition for all to stay where they were at, making each kingdom's enemies. Though, as years went by, alliances were born. Slytherins and Ravenclaws were allies where the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs were allies.

The bushy haired brunette always despised the Slytherins. Their king and queen's son, Draco Malfoy, was a complete bastard. Her mother and his parents agreed that when they were to come to age, they were to get married and make the alliance official.

After a few minutes of dazing into her thoughts, Hermione eventually slept into a deep peaceful sleep.

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"Hermione, darling!" her mother cried for her to come on the carriage, for they were off to the ceremony.

"Coming, mother!" Hermione responded, as she placed on her periwinkle heels. She zoomed off and went with her mother off to the village. "So, what's the ceremony about?"

"It's just a visit from us, the queen and princess so thy can be honored by our presence," came the response of her mother, as she fixed her dress' wrinkles. Hermione nodded her head and looked out the window.

When they arrived, they saw a crowd of people wearing blue robes or purple dresses. The men bowed and women did a curtsy, as the queen and princess. Hermione blushed from all the attention she was given, but shortly waved at them all with a shy smile. The knight lead them to an inn that was located near another inn.

"Oh, your Majesties," the elder did a curtsy to Hermione and her mother.

"Hello there, Miss Glendon," Queen Linda greeted her. The queen then looked around the inn. "Why, my subjects have done such a nice job decorating this place. It's absolutely brilliant!"

Miss Glendon smiled broadly and showed Hermione's mother the whole plan.

"Hermione, darling," came her mother's voice. "You can go off into the village, I wouldn't mind one bit. Though, stay cautious around here. Be back here when the sun is at it's peek."

"Yes, mother," Hermione said with a smile. She went out of the inn and ran straight for the Library. The Librarian, Miss Unthank, greeted her with a curtsy, though Hermione didn't care. She only cared for the millions of books that were yet to be read. She smiled and waltz to a big thick book that was about The Kingdom of Gryffindor.

She awed when she turned to the page that Gryffindor was right across from here. She saw a secret pathway to get to there and examined it with intent. She bit her bottom lip and closed the book.

Hermione walked out of the Library, and she hid from the villagers, as she looked down at the book that showed her the way to the Kingdom of Gryffindor. She saw a tree and said the supposed password, "Enchanted flowers."

Then, she felt herself spinning away from her kingdom.

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In a few seconds she felt herself falling to a prickly bush. She slowly sat up with the book in her hands, as she looked around the place where she had teleported to. Then, she heard footsteps.

Hermione instinctively hid behind the bush and steadied her breathing pattern. Then,

she spotted a boy who seemed to be the same age as her. He had shaggy flaming red-orange hair and he wore very expensive clothing.

"Stupid, father," she heard the boy say. "Why do I have to pick out the stupid roses for mother?"

The boy was walking towards where she was hiding at. As he plucked a batch of roses, he spotted a periwinkle colored cloth under a bush. The ginger took out his dagger and pointed at the potential spy.

"Show yourself, spy," Hermione heard the demanding spine chilling voice of the boy. Hermione slowly peeked her head from above to bush.

The first thing she saw were his sparkling crystal blue eyes and his pale skin. He slowly lowered his dagger and looked at her with perplexion.

"W-who are you?" the boy questioned her.

"I'm Hermione Granger," she said in a whisper. "And you are?"

"Ron, Prince Ron Weasley," he eyes her. Hermione's eyes widened slightly. He was the prince of Gryffindor!

"Y-your majesty," she did a little curtsy, as she stood up.

"Wait a second," the prince of Gryffindor spoke. "You're from Ravenclaw!"

"So what if I am?" Hermione retorted.

It took a bit for him to respond be eventually said, "I've always wondered what life was like there."

Hermione's left brown arched up from his fascination of her kingdom. "R-really?"

Ron nodded and shrugged. "My father always tell me that Ravenclaw is no good. Though, my mother says that it's a kingdom full of brilliant people."

Hermione chuckled. "You're mother is right, you know. Queen Molly is it?"

"Yup," Ron said with a smile. "I'd prefer her over my father. My father is such an arse."

"Excuse me?" she said clearly offended. "Watch your language!"

"Oh, you're those kind of people," Ron rolled his eyes.

"How dare you speak like that to the princess of Ravenclaw!" Hermione quickly placed her hand over her mouth as soon as that came out from her big mouth.

"Y-you're the princess?" the tips of Ron's ears turned pink. " I - I'm sorry."

"No, no, no.. It's alright. I shouldn't have yelled at you, Prince Ron," she was now blushing.

"You can call me Ron, ya know," he said with a lopsided grin. "Princess Hermione."

"You're such a girl," she playfully rolled her chocolate brown eyes. Then, she saw the sun almost at it's peek. "Oh my, I have to go back home! Mother is going to kill me!"

Hermione was flipping through the pages of her book and skipped a couple of lines to get to the part in where she can teleport back to her kingdom. "Aha," she spotted the sentence that would lead her to her destination.

"Wait," Ron said to her, before she could teleport back home. "Will you come back?"

Hermione had a small smile on her face. "How about tomorrow?"

"Brilliant."

"It's settled then," the brunette said. "I'll meet you here, but please do not tell anyone about this."

"Never," he promised.

"Good," she responded. "Locus Ravenclaw."

She disappeared, leaving a smiling Ron.

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"How was your day, darling?" Queen Linda asked her daughter, Hermione.

"Delightful," she exclaimed with a smile.

"Oh really? What happened while you were walking around the village?"

"I met someone with the most brilliant eyes I could ever see," Hermione said dreamily.

Her mother laughed. "You're too young for love, Hermione!"

Hermione laughed along with her mother until it died out.

"Do you think father would've enjoyed the ceremony just like us?" Hermione asked her mother in a hushed voice.

"Of course he would," her mother said in a soft voice. "He would've enjoyed it even better because you were there."

"I love you mommy. Never leave me?"

"Always, Hermione. Always."

A/N: Thanks for reading! :D