A/N: This story was originally written by my schoolmate, danielradcliffefan2690 and because she unfortunately gave up on fanfiction she decided to hand the story to me. I hope you guys like it :D!!
Note: The first three chapters are danielradcliffefan2690's. From then on the chapters are mine.
Disclaimer: I nor does danielradcliffefan2690 own Harry Potter.
The year was 1655, and the vast land of Herlia was celebrating. Their new ruler was being born and everyone was joyous.
Soon they found out that the baby was a girl, they knew that she would grow up to be a wonderful queen.
In the neighboring country, Redding, their new ruler was being born at the same time. Their new ruler was a boy; he too would be a great king someday.
Nineteen years later
Her Royal Highness, Hermione Jane Granger, future queen of Herlia, was walking down one of the many lonesome corridors of the castle. Her two ladies-in waiting-walking beside her.
One of them, Lavender Brown, cleared her throat. The other, Pervati Petil, kept her eyes on the ground.
"Do you have something to say, Lady Lavender?" Princess Hermione asked, still walking.
"Your Highness, how will you explain this to the queen?" She asked, half-scared, half-excited.
"What the queen knows not, will not hurt her. Remember that." The princess, said coolly, still walking.
The princess harbored a dark secret. While everyone thought that she was a quiet, innocent princess, she was not. There was a boarding house near by, in which she slipped to almost every night. Every time she went there she would flirt, or even sleep with the travelers going to and from Herlia.
She always wore a different mask, so no one would recognize her, and she had an alias, Corrine. She loved being with men, they made her feel powerful, even though she was the future queen, she still needed to feel powerful. She controlled them, made them want her, and then when she was done with them, or was bored of them she would go on to another.
She thought of herself as that little girl that after playing with a toy for awhile, she'll get bored easily.
Her ladies-in-waiting did the same, they slept with Hermione's "leftovers", Hermione's rules where, "Be careful, if not, your head will be served to the alligators in the castle's moat, and your bodies will be torn into pieces and feed to the eagles."
Hermione and her ladies-in-waiting put on cloak hood, and quietly walked to the gate.
They stayed in the dark areas of the gate. They ran towards the town, while running they put on their masks.
They entered the boarding house The Regal Lion the boarding house was packed with men. Some smoking, others drinking, some were doing both, and of course the local prostitutes were doing their jobs. She slept with them, but didn't want money.
They don't know how to pleasure a man, she thought, passing by one on top of a shaggy man.
She went up to the bar, "The usual." She said, the bartender looked at her smiling.
"Of course Corrine." He said still looking at her in a shady way.
Don't even think about it, old man. She thought disgusted. She took the drink and looked for her prey.
Across the room
The Crown Prince, Ronald Bilius Weasley, was sitting in a table, his best friend Sir Harry Potter was sitting next to him, bored.
"This is boring. What are we doing in Herlia anyway? We should be in our respective beds sleeping.
"Yes, I know. But, what should we do Sir Seamus told us to come. He said that it was for his eighteen birthday." He said, all of a sudden seeing a masked young woman. She was sitting near the bar watching him with playful eyes. He smirked and played along.
At the bar
Hermione recognized the man across the room; he was the crown prince of the neighboring country Redding. She realized that the night was going to get interesting…