--Ok, next chapter. I'm trying to update as often as possible while I have the free time to do so. Please, please Review! I want to know if I should finish this story or if it's too lame and to let it die.-
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I also don't own the book, The Princess by Lori Wick, but I did get my inspiration from her.
The Love of a Princess
By PuRpLeDiRt
You give your hand to me
Then you say hello
I can hardly speak
My heart is beating so
And anyone can tell
You think you know me well
But you don't know me
"You Don't Know Me"-Michael Bublé
Chapter 2: Marrying a Stranger
"Ronald, could you please ask Harry to join us in our sitting room, we have something to discuss with him." James asked the red-headed man seated at the desk against the wall.
"Yes your majesties." Ron responded, addressing both royals seated in the room. He walked down the hall and entered the east wing of the castle, Prince Harry's personal wing. Rapping several times on the door, Ron waited for a response.
"Oy, Harry, come on and open the door! It's me, Ron!" He cried to the door.
The door slightly opened to reveal a black haired man with piercing emerald eyes. His hair looked slightly untamed, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. He was wearing a crumpled shirt and slacks and looked as if he had just woken up.
"Sorry mate, did I disturb you from your nap?" Ron asked.
"Hey Ron, yes you did, but I see it was time for me to be getting up anyways." Harry responded with a yawn.
"Well, you'd better make yourself presentable, the King and Queen are requesting your presence in their sitting room." Ron said as he leaned against the door frame.
"Oh all right. You know, I'm beginning to wonder what I get out of this friendship with you." Harry asked sarcastically.
"Whad'ya mean what do you get? You get to be friends with the great Ronald Weasley, assistant extraordinaire! Plus I'm the only one in the castle that can put up with your mood swings!" Ron shot back with some attitude.
"You left out how you get paid to be my best friend, where as all I get is an assistant that disturbs my naps, and feels the need to kick my arse in Wizard's Chess. I'm failing to see the benefits in this for me." Harry added with a grin.
"Why you…" Ron charged at Harry as the two of them proceeded to mock-wrestle.
"Ok, give up! I have to go meet my parents anyways. But this isn't over yet. That was only the first pin." Harry grinned again, changed his shirt and headed out the door, leaving Ron on the floor.
Harry knocked on the door to his parent's sitting room and heard the muffled "Enter" through the door. Harry opened the door, and walked in, greeting his parents as he closed the door behind him.
"Harry it's good to see you in a good mood." Lily beamed at her son.
"Of course I'm in a good mood. I just whomped Ron's arse, and left him on the floor." Harry grinned in triumph.
"Now son, you know your mother doesn't approve of such antics. Wait until she's out of the room to share them with me." James said with a hearty laugh.
"Harry, the reason we requested your presence this afternoon is to share a great bit of news with you. You entrusted us to find you a new wife, and we have done it. She has accepted, and she's a wonderful girl. I doubt you could find anything wrong with her, she's so sweet with such a caring heart." Lily bubbled with excitement.
Harry just sat there with a dumbfounded look on his face. He was in shock from the news, he didn't think his parents would find someone so soon. 'I thought I'd have more time to adjust to this idea.' Harry thought.
"Well son, what do you think? Her name is Hermione Granger. She lives in the village of Lanae. We were hoping that you could write to her to get to know her better, so you too aren't such strangers when you get married." James was also trying to contain his excitement.
"I, this is, well….how much time do I have before the wedding?" Harry managed to get out.
"2 months. I know it's sudden, but your birthday is so soon and we wanted to make sure that everything worked out." Lily said in hushed tones.
"I see, well, now if you'll excuse me…" Harry trailed off as he stood from where he sat on the couch. He retreated out the door and down the hall where he sought comfort in the safety of his own room. Ron sat on the bed waiting for him.
"Well, what'd they want?" Ron asked.
"I'm getting married." Harry said deadpanned.
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Over the next couple of weeks, Harry and Hermione sent letters back and forth to each other, getting the basic facts out of the way. They became acquainted enough to not be complete strangers, but none the less, the still had not yet met. They're wedding day neared, and Hermione became anxious. She was not the type to just sit around and do nothing. On the morning of their wedding, as the wedding party we setting things up at the church, Hermione decided she could not marry a man she had never met. Throwing on a pair of flip flops, she snuck out of her room in the church and proceeded to find the room of her soon to be husband. Coming upon the only closed door in the entire hallway, she figured this must be it, and softly knocked on the door. A deep voice called for her to enter. As she opened the door, she found a man standing at the window with his back to her.
"Um, excuse me, are you Harry?" She asked tentatively.
He slowly turned around, and while not wanting to stereotype him, he was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. She drew in a sharp intake of breath and blushed.
"Yes, I am, and who are you?" He asked, but didn't seem to be amused.
Hermione took a few shaking steps toward him and extended her hand out. "I'm Hermione, your soon-to-be wife in 2 hours."
Harry paused for a moment and extended his hand out to shake her proffered hand. "Um, nice to meet you…" He trailed off not really sure what to say.
'Good one Hermione, you just shook the hand of the man you're about to marry, that's a great basis for a marriage. Open mouth and insert foot.' Hermione scolded herself. "Um, I've got to go." Hermione said quickly and rushed out the room, her cheeks burning with a blush. 'Idiot.' She scolded herself again.
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After Hermione had left the room, Harry just stood there looking at his hand. He had just met the woman he was to marry, and all he could do was shake her hand and say 'nice to meet you'? There was no denying that she was a gorgeous woman, even if her hair were a bit bushy. She seemed very natural, not wearing too much makeup or making her hair look like a piece of art, as some of the women he had encountered did.
"Hey mate, you ready to get yourself hitched again?" Ron said with a grin, breaking Harry out of his reverie.
"What? Sorry Ron, I didn't catch what you were saying." Harry said as he shook his head, trying to clear it of its previous thoughts.
"I said, oh never mind. What's got your mind so preoccupied?" Ron inquired after he had seen the contemplating look on Harry's face.
"I just met my wife." Harry said very seriously.
"Well, at least now you're not marrying a total stranger." Ron joked, trying to lighten Harry's mood.
"Yeah, right…" Harry said, as the word 'marriage' brought back memories of Cho.
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The ceremony itself didn't last long, but it was long enough for Hermione. She was still incredibly embarrassed about what had happened earlier. As she stood at the alter with Harry, she couldn't stop herself from blushing. She was looking ahead at the priest, but every so often looked out the corner of her eye at Harry. He wouldn't even look at her. He kept his head facing forward, but his eyes were towards the ground.
Thoughts were swarming around in Hermione's head. 'Is he too embarrassed to look at me? Am I really that hideous? Is he ashamed to be marrying me?' She tried to rationalize all of these thoughts in her head, but to no avail.
The ceremony closed and they were whisked away to the palace for the reception in the gardens. So many people had wanted to meet the new princess that she was pulled from one group of people to another. It didn't give her much time to try and speak with her husband. As people began to leave, it finally gave Hermione a chance to sit down and rest. Looking around, she could not spy her husband anywhere. A voice startled her from behind.
"Princess, how are you doing?" A tall red-headed man asked her.
"A little tired, but I'm ok. Have you by chance seen my husband?" Hermione inquired of the man.
"He retired to him room a little while ago. I'm Ron Weasley, personal assistant to the prince, and now to you as well princess. Would you like for me to show you to your rooms? They are next to your husband's." Ron extended a hand to help her up from her seat.
"Thank you, I would like to change. But why didn't he wait for me?" Hermione asked.
"He did not say, he just complained of a headache."
"Oh ok." Hermione responded sounding a little disappointed as she disappeared into the castle, following closely behind Ron.
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"Oh Cho, why did you have to leave me? I miss you more now than ever before." Harry said to the picture he held in his hand. Harry had retreated to his room, hoping to escape before having to face his wife. He wasn't sure what to say to her, or even what to do around her. This was not a love match, therefore he certainly couldn't act the way he had around Cho. After several minutes of being wrapped up in his own little world, Harry decided that he would take a shower to relax. As he entered the little hallway that separated his wife and his bedchambers, he reached the door to the bathroom that they shared. He opened the door, revealing a very naked Hermione in the bath tub. It looked as if she had been enjoying a peaceful bath that was very much interrupted by him. Hermione gasped and grabbed the nearest towel to try to cover herself up.
"Oh, um…er, sorry." Harry said quickly with an embarrassed blush and ducked out the door.
'Great.' Harry thought, now the only two times he had met his wife in person we two embarrassing times. This was turning out to be a great start to his marital life.
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After the incident in the bathroom, Hermione had quickly dried herself off and gotten dressed. It was nearly dinner time, and Hermione had no idea where the dining hall was. Remembering that Ron told her to call him if she had any questions, Hermione picked up the phone in her room and dialed the extension Ron had given her.
"Hello?" Ron's voice asked on the other end of the phone.
"Hello Ron, I'm so sorry to disturb you, but I'm afraid I'm in need of some assistance. Could you please tell me how to get to the dining hall?"
"Oh, no need for that Princess, I'll come and get you myself. I will bring a map of the palace for you too, so you are not stuck in such situations. We don't want you just wondering around here and getting lost. Some of the doors have a tendency to disappear, and play tricks on you. I'm not even going to begin to tell you of the servants who have entered these doors and have not been seen for weeks on end."
"Thank you so much Ron." Hermione said gratefully as she hung up the phone. She then walked to the window to take in the view she had yet to look at. Her room seemed to overlook a large field. 'Ah, the prince must like Quidditch.' Hermione thought to herself as she spied the hoops that were at either end of the field. A knock sounded at her door. Upon opening the door, it revealed Ron.
"Here you are, milady. A map of the castle and grounds." Ron gave her the parchment. "And now, shall we?" Ron asked as he offered her the crook of his arm.
"We shall." She said definitively, and placed her hand on his elbow and allowed him to lead the way.
Arriving at the dinning hall, Hermione was disappointed to find only the king and queen. There was no sign of Harry. Hermione sighed as she took her seat.
"Good evening my dear." The Queen spoke with a warm smile.
"Have you and Harry hit it off yet?" The King asked, a sparkle in his eye.
Hermione just smiled, groaning inwardly as she recalled the day's events. 'If only you knew…' Hermione thought.
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After dinner, Hermione decided to do a bit of exploring around the castle. Ron's map in hand, she spotted a room in which, she decided, she must investigate. Navigating her way through the halls, she came to the great cherry-wood door which was ornately carved. Pushing slightly on the door, she was surprised to see how easy it opened. As the door swung open, it revealed a room lined with shelves, containing a vast array of books and manuscripts. 'This must be heaven.' She sighed inwardly. As she entered the room, her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before her. Suddenly she stopped in her walk. There before her, on the leather couch that was towards to right side of the room, sat her husband.
"Oh." A little gasp escaped her lips.
A startled Harry looked up from the book in which he had been deeply engrossed. "Oh, hullo."
"Oh I'm sorry; I didn't know anyone was here. I'll just be leaving then." Hermione said as she quickly turned to leave. She was stopped by a response from Harry.
"Oh no, please don't leave on my account. You are more than welcome to stay and join me."
Hermione was surprised to here him say that. But, even as uncomfortable as she felt in staying, she knew she'd better not leave. Going to the nearest bookshelf, she scanned a row and found a book that looked interesting. "Hogwarts: A History." She murmured as she removed the book from it's place on the shelf.
Harry looked up from his book again. "Oh, that's an interesting one. You are more than welcome to share this couch. The chairs aren't the most comfortable in the world. They're more for decoration." Noticing her blush and look of discomfort, he felt the need to add, "Don't worry, I won't bite." He flashed her a grin.
The grin made Hermione go weak in the knees. Slowly she made her way over to the couch and sat down. Opening the book, she began to read. After about a page, she looked over at Harry, who was again engrossed in his own book. A smile drew itself onto her face. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all. At least he was making an effort, right?
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Ok, another chapter finished. And btw, the book I used for inspiration, The Princess by Lori Wick, is a great book. You should read it if you already haven't. Please Review! It does give me motivation!
--PuRpLeDiRt