N/A: Well, here's the next chapter. In Ron's perspective she's Corrine, not Hermione.

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Princess Hermione looked at the prince across the room. Would he recognize me?

She and Prince Ron had met each other a couple times, while growing up.

Hermione's parents, King Gregory IV and Queen Hilary of Herlia were very close friends of Ron's parents, King Arthur II and Queen Molly of Redding. Ron and Hermione would see each other; acknowledge each other and that would be it. They would move on, as if they were just regular peasants form their prospective countries.

Hermione wished that those quick meetings would not have had an impact on Ron. She held her breath and felt the rush of adrenaline run through her veins.

Across the room

Sir Harry was bored out of his mind. Coming to this bar in the middle of Herlia was a waste of time.

"Ron," He and Prince Ron called each other by their fist names, except in front of the royal members or members of the government.

"Don't you think that we should be heading to the Herlia Castle? Aren't they expecting us?" He asked, then realizing that the prince wasn't listening to him. His attention was towards a masked maiden across the room.

"Are you listening to me?" He said a little louder. Ron looked at him as seeing him for the fist time.

"Yeah, you go on ahead. I'll catch up with you later." He said standing up, and going to the bar as if hypnotized by the woman ahead. Harry left, cursing under his breath.

To Ron she seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure out he had seen her. He forgot about it just as he reached her. She was twirling a stray strand of hair.

From up close, he could see that she had caramel eyes, coffee hair and bow and arrow lips, faint of the color pink.

"Good evening." He said seductively, she gave him a coy smile. He scanned her body, it was prim and shapely. Not too much, but it didn't lack the filler.

"Good evening, Your Highness." She said curtsying. He tilted his head a little in response to her curtsy.

"You know who I am?" He asked surprised.

"Of course, you are the Crown Prince of Redding, the neighboring country of Herlia.

Correct?" She asked, politely.

"Quite right. But tonight, I'm just Ron." He said coming closer. "My I ask what your name is?"

"You may. It is Corrine, Corrine Peters." She said, using her regular alias. Then…

She took her chance.

"Do you wish to speak in some more private surroundings?" She asked looking at the drunken men and prostitutes.

Ron liked where this was going.

"Yes, of course." He said extending his hand towards the second floor. Hermione looked at the railing. The second floor. That's where the prostitutes really did their job. That's where she had lost her innocence four years before…

She was fifteen, (come on, during those times, twelve year old girls were already married. Hermione currently is nineteen, by the way), she had been walking with her mother visiting the poor and needy, when her mother needed to relieve herself. They entered The Regal Lion; the pub was full of men and women, drinking, smoking and pleasuring themselves. She was intrigued. She watched as the women controlled the men they were working for, the way the used their charm and bodies to get what they wanted. Hermione wanted that same attention from a man; she wanted men to want her. To dream of her, to fantize about her. She wanted the attention form men.

Four years later, she was one of the most sought out women in the surrounding countries, and she was proud of it. She felt powerful, just by knowing that men wanted to sleep with her.

And now she was about to do the same with the Crown Prince, Ronald of Redding. She smiled inside.

N/A: Sooo? What did you think. A little too much? Just tell me!