When in Rome..........
Summary: Hermione Granger is the youngest daughter of one of the oldest noble families of England. She lives in London working as a privet tutor and shares a flat with two other girls. When her prince charming comes and sweeps her off her feet he does it in a big way, sending Hermione's life, as she knows it in to a whirlwind.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they all belong to JK Rowling!
Chapter one:
When is Rome...do as you always do.
A woman no older then 20 was sitting at the kitchen counter in a fluffy gold robe sipping a cup of tea. She had warm, sparkling chocolate brown eyes, shiny, smooth, dark chocolate hair that cascaded down her back in soft curls. She was beautiful, and with a little make up she'd be gorgeous. The door opened and banged shut, the woman looked over a smile forming on her face.
"'Morning, Dria how'd was your night?" The question seemed pointless since she knew how'd it had gone, the normal swanky partying at popular nightclubs, then she'd shagged all night and crawled out of his bed not bothering to tidy herself up and left. She looked positively disheveled but a content smile was spread across her face. Her mini dress was riding up around her thighs, her hair looked dreadful, her makeup was smudged. Dria was short for Alexandria, Alexandria Sheridan Halliwell. She'd met Dria during boarding school though they were and always will be polar opposites you'll never meet closer friends then she and Dria. Dria was a socialite; she lives for the nightlife, parties, sex, shopping and her reputation. Hermione also came from a noble family but her sisters Hayden and Raquel had that covered. She was perfectly content with her life devoid of balls and galas.
"'ello Hermione." She sidled over to the refrigerator and emerged with a cucumber and cream cheese. She sat across from her best friend, took her cup of tea out of her hand and started to drink it.
"Hangover?"
"Ugh." That meant yes in Dria Hangover speech.
"Was it worth it?"
Alexandria just moaned in ecstasy as she remembered the previous nights exploits.
"I'll take that as a yes?" she said smoothly grinning slyly
"OOOOH yeah."
"Ooooh sounds like the male model may make a reappearance?" came a tired but playful voice from the hall entrance behind Hermione and Dria. They looked over to see their other roommate Avery Keira Kensington. Avery had bright blue eyes, long black hair with bangs that often fell in her very pretty face, she was very slim to the point were Hermione was getting worried.
They had met Avery at a dinner party in honor of something 3 years ago. Avery though not the wild child like Dria or nor in she the pretty smart girl like Hermione she was in between. She elegant, witty, and sophisticated Avery works in advertising and is often on 2-day travel trips around the globe. She'd been dating Marcus Hathaway, from what she'd told them he was a very well renowned polo player he's only second to the Prince of England and Some other bloke she couldn't remember his name.
A low purr of pleasure sounded from Dria's throat as the events of last night again reappeared in her mind.
"Right then. Go take a cold shower you tart." Hermione winked at her friend. Dria just stuck out her tongue and started for the bathroom. Soon Avery had taken Dria's seat across from Hermione. With her own cup of coffee, she just stared at Hermione a cat like grin spreading across her face. Hermione tried to ignore it and read her paper but whenever she looked up Avery was still grinning that grin. Finally Hermione caved under the pressure, she sighed dropping her paper and looking Avery in the eyes. Avery only grinned like she was at the moment when she wanted something.
Hermione let out a defeated sigh "Okay what do you want this time Avery?"
Avery clapped her hands excitedly, "I thought you'd never ask! I need a tiny, mini, microscopic favor."
"What is this favor your speak of?" Hermione eyed her with suspiciousness.
"Would it be so terrible if you came with me to a few of Marcus's polo matches?" Avery had mumbled the words by speaking with immense speed, but after living with her for nearly 3 years Hermione understood every word.
Hermione sighed sadly and her shoulders fell. "You don't have to go I just thought well it's not Dria's cup of tea and I'd enjoy it if you came with me, but you don't have to."
"It's not that I don't want to go Avery, it's just," she paused "I'd love to go."
Avery let out a relieved sigh and smiled "Great! You better go get ready we have to leave in 2 hours." She slid of her stool and skipped back in to her bedroom leaving a stunned Hermione sitting at the kitchen counter, what had she gotten herself in to.
1 hour, 30min later
Hermione Colette Granger stood in her room looking at herself in her full-length mirror. She had borrowed a navy blue Lacoste polo shirt with no sleeves from Avery, loosely pleated white skirt from Dria, Hermione was unsure of the skirt's length, it stopped at mid thigh but her qualms were squashed when Avery told her she had worn a skirt that length on many a polo match. Dria had given her a pair of Chanel sandals; a single leather strap ran across the front with the Chanel insignia used as a buckle, the heel mid height for high heels so Hermione wouldn't look out of place in her favorite pair of chuck taylors. Hermione preferred jeans and a sweatshirt but that outfit was out of the question.
Her Hair was up in a low ponytail to the side, her bangs had been the same side part style except Dria had made them curl outwards at the end. And to finish it Hermione put on some Lancôme juicy tube lip-gloss in mirage placed it in her little powder blue handbag when Avery called her from the living room.
She stepped out to the many compliments from her roommates. "Are you sure I look okay?" Hermione asked nervously
"You look brilliant Hermione." Said Avery, she was wearing the same outfit except her shirt was burgundy (it was Marcus's team color) and a black skirt like Hermione's. She could tell her friend was uncomfortable not just because of what she was wearing but the fact many of high-class British citizens would be in attendance and many knew her and her family. She usually avoided events like this at all costs, but she was a very loyal friend. She handed Hermione a pair of Chanel sunglasses, they said their good byes to Dria, and walked out to the black escort car to take them to the polo match.
The ride to the match was a nervous one, Hermione wouldn't stop fidgeting, and this made Avery nervous for her and her friend's sake. Poor Hermione.
The car pulled to a stop at the polo field, the valet service opened the door and Hermione an Avery slid out of the car. They walked around where numerous people were mingling, Hermione saw many look at her then whisper to their companions. She took in the surroundings until it was announced the Queen had arrived. She choked on her water at the announcement, THE QUEEN! It then hit her the Prince played on the same team as Marcus. She wasn't particularly mad but it would have been nice to be notified of such a thing.
After the essential shock dimmed Hermione sat back and nervously watched the match.
Harry Potter mounted his horse, Fredrick and grouped around talking to the other polo players. They could see the day's spectators; his gaze fell on the queen and quickly drifted over to a pretty girl in a navy blue shirt and a white skirt. She was sitting next to ant talking animatedly to a girl he recognized as Marcus Hathaway's girlfriend. Another player from the other team trotted up to him. He had pale skin, steel gray eyes, and very pale blond hair that was neatly slicked back his helmet sitting between his legs, he recognized him immediately it was none other then Draco Malfoy, he shared the position of best polo player with Draco which just added fuel to their ever burning rivalry and although they kept a civil relationship.
Draco followed Harry's gaze and whistled in his approval. "Bloody hell! She's gorgeous!" The girl stood up from where she was sitting, Harry and Draco took the opportunity to check her out. She had a tiny hourglass frame, long toned legs, a gorgeous face, ample breasts, and a kind-dazzling smile.
"I don't think she's been here before, I would have noticed." Draco added his eyes still on the girl.
"Yeah, should I talk to her?" asked Harry not looking at Draco but at the girl who'd sat back down.
"No."
"WHAT? And why the bloody hell not?" now Harry looked at him.
"Look at the colors she's wearing, Navy and white my teams colors, if anyone's going to talk to her it's me." Draco stated as if it were a common fact.
"That's immature."
"Maybe but I'm right." Draco turned and trotted back to his team putting on his helmet as the announcement was made the game would commence in 1 minute.
Harry sighed putting on his helmet as well, then with his mallet in hand as he prepared for the game.
A/N: Sorry I know almost nothing about polo. The name of the story When in Rome is basedon this saying When in Rome do as the Romans Do ( It'll make sense later). Oh and I know Hermione's attire may upset you but her character will come out more in the next chapters, don't worry she's still the Hermione we all know and love! R/R!!!!!!!!
Summary: Hermione Granger is the youngest daughter of one of the oldest noble families of England. She lives in London working as a privet tutor and shares a flat with two other girls. When her prince charming comes and sweeps her off her feet he does it in a big way, sending Hermione's life, as she knows it in to a whirlwind.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters they all belong to JK Rowling!
Chapter one:
When is Rome...do as you always do.
A woman no older then 20 was sitting at the kitchen counter in a fluffy gold robe sipping a cup of tea. She had warm, sparkling chocolate brown eyes, shiny, smooth, dark chocolate hair that cascaded down her back in soft curls. She was beautiful, and with a little make up she'd be gorgeous. The door opened and banged shut, the woman looked over a smile forming on her face.
"'Morning, Dria how'd was your night?" The question seemed pointless since she knew how'd it had gone, the normal swanky partying at popular nightclubs, then she'd shagged all night and crawled out of his bed not bothering to tidy herself up and left. She looked positively disheveled but a content smile was spread across her face. Her mini dress was riding up around her thighs, her hair looked dreadful, her makeup was smudged. Dria was short for Alexandria, Alexandria Sheridan Halliwell. She'd met Dria during boarding school though they were and always will be polar opposites you'll never meet closer friends then she and Dria. Dria was a socialite; she lives for the nightlife, parties, sex, shopping and her reputation. Hermione also came from a noble family but her sisters Hayden and Raquel had that covered. She was perfectly content with her life devoid of balls and galas.
"'ello Hermione." She sidled over to the refrigerator and emerged with a cucumber and cream cheese. She sat across from her best friend, took her cup of tea out of her hand and started to drink it.
"Hangover?"
"Ugh." That meant yes in Dria Hangover speech.
"Was it worth it?"
Alexandria just moaned in ecstasy as she remembered the previous nights exploits.
"I'll take that as a yes?" she said smoothly grinning slyly
"OOOOH yeah."
"Ooooh sounds like the male model may make a reappearance?" came a tired but playful voice from the hall entrance behind Hermione and Dria. They looked over to see their other roommate Avery Keira Kensington. Avery had bright blue eyes, long black hair with bangs that often fell in her very pretty face, she was very slim to the point were Hermione was getting worried.
They had met Avery at a dinner party in honor of something 3 years ago. Avery though not the wild child like Dria or nor in she the pretty smart girl like Hermione she was in between. She elegant, witty, and sophisticated Avery works in advertising and is often on 2-day travel trips around the globe. She'd been dating Marcus Hathaway, from what she'd told them he was a very well renowned polo player he's only second to the Prince of England and Some other bloke she couldn't remember his name.
A low purr of pleasure sounded from Dria's throat as the events of last night again reappeared in her mind.
"Right then. Go take a cold shower you tart." Hermione winked at her friend. Dria just stuck out her tongue and started for the bathroom. Soon Avery had taken Dria's seat across from Hermione. With her own cup of coffee, she just stared at Hermione a cat like grin spreading across her face. Hermione tried to ignore it and read her paper but whenever she looked up Avery was still grinning that grin. Finally Hermione caved under the pressure, she sighed dropping her paper and looking Avery in the eyes. Avery only grinned like she was at the moment when she wanted something.
Hermione let out a defeated sigh "Okay what do you want this time Avery?"
Avery clapped her hands excitedly, "I thought you'd never ask! I need a tiny, mini, microscopic favor."
"What is this favor your speak of?" Hermione eyed her with suspiciousness.
"Would it be so terrible if you came with me to a few of Marcus's polo matches?" Avery had mumbled the words by speaking with immense speed, but after living with her for nearly 3 years Hermione understood every word.
Hermione sighed sadly and her shoulders fell. "You don't have to go I just thought well it's not Dria's cup of tea and I'd enjoy it if you came with me, but you don't have to."
"It's not that I don't want to go Avery, it's just," she paused "I'd love to go."
Avery let out a relieved sigh and smiled "Great! You better go get ready we have to leave in 2 hours." She slid of her stool and skipped back in to her bedroom leaving a stunned Hermione sitting at the kitchen counter, what had she gotten herself in to.
1 hour, 30min later
Hermione Colette Granger stood in her room looking at herself in her full-length mirror. She had borrowed a navy blue Lacoste polo shirt with no sleeves from Avery, loosely pleated white skirt from Dria, Hermione was unsure of the skirt's length, it stopped at mid thigh but her qualms were squashed when Avery told her she had worn a skirt that length on many a polo match. Dria had given her a pair of Chanel sandals; a single leather strap ran across the front with the Chanel insignia used as a buckle, the heel mid height for high heels so Hermione wouldn't look out of place in her favorite pair of chuck taylors. Hermione preferred jeans and a sweatshirt but that outfit was out of the question.
Her Hair was up in a low ponytail to the side, her bangs had been the same side part style except Dria had made them curl outwards at the end. And to finish it Hermione put on some Lancôme juicy tube lip-gloss in mirage placed it in her little powder blue handbag when Avery called her from the living room.
She stepped out to the many compliments from her roommates. "Are you sure I look okay?" Hermione asked nervously
"You look brilliant Hermione." Said Avery, she was wearing the same outfit except her shirt was burgundy (it was Marcus's team color) and a black skirt like Hermione's. She could tell her friend was uncomfortable not just because of what she was wearing but the fact many of high-class British citizens would be in attendance and many knew her and her family. She usually avoided events like this at all costs, but she was a very loyal friend. She handed Hermione a pair of Chanel sunglasses, they said their good byes to Dria, and walked out to the black escort car to take them to the polo match.
The ride to the match was a nervous one, Hermione wouldn't stop fidgeting, and this made Avery nervous for her and her friend's sake. Poor Hermione.
The car pulled to a stop at the polo field, the valet service opened the door and Hermione an Avery slid out of the car. They walked around where numerous people were mingling, Hermione saw many look at her then whisper to their companions. She took in the surroundings until it was announced the Queen had arrived. She choked on her water at the announcement, THE QUEEN! It then hit her the Prince played on the same team as Marcus. She wasn't particularly mad but it would have been nice to be notified of such a thing.
After the essential shock dimmed Hermione sat back and nervously watched the match.
Harry Potter mounted his horse, Fredrick and grouped around talking to the other polo players. They could see the day's spectators; his gaze fell on the queen and quickly drifted over to a pretty girl in a navy blue shirt and a white skirt. She was sitting next to ant talking animatedly to a girl he recognized as Marcus Hathaway's girlfriend. Another player from the other team trotted up to him. He had pale skin, steel gray eyes, and very pale blond hair that was neatly slicked back his helmet sitting between his legs, he recognized him immediately it was none other then Draco Malfoy, he shared the position of best polo player with Draco which just added fuel to their ever burning rivalry and although they kept a civil relationship.
Draco followed Harry's gaze and whistled in his approval. "Bloody hell! She's gorgeous!" The girl stood up from where she was sitting, Harry and Draco took the opportunity to check her out. She had a tiny hourglass frame, long toned legs, a gorgeous face, ample breasts, and a kind-dazzling smile.
"I don't think she's been here before, I would have noticed." Draco added his eyes still on the girl.
"Yeah, should I talk to her?" asked Harry not looking at Draco but at the girl who'd sat back down.
"No."
"WHAT? And why the bloody hell not?" now Harry looked at him.
"Look at the colors she's wearing, Navy and white my teams colors, if anyone's going to talk to her it's me." Draco stated as if it were a common fact.
"That's immature."
"Maybe but I'm right." Draco turned and trotted back to his team putting on his helmet as the announcement was made the game would commence in 1 minute.
Harry sighed putting on his helmet as well, then with his mallet in hand as he prepared for the game.
A/N: Sorry I know almost nothing about polo. The name of the story When in Rome is basedon this saying When in Rome do as the Romans Do ( It'll make sense later). Oh and I know Hermione's attire may upset you but her character will come out more in the next chapters, don't worry she's still the Hermione we all know and love! R/R!!!!!!!!