Chapter 7 - Hot Commodity

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

- Robert Frost

About a week had passed since Hermione had been crowned Queen. The evening Sun was setting. The Queen was currently sitting in the library going through weekly reports from the other countries. She frowned at the troubles that some of them were facing and made separate notes to consider them later.

She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't notice the two readheads sitting on either side of her. She did look up however when they started crowding her from both sides. She let out a laugh as they pretended they couldn't see her and kept shoving her.

"Ah. Look here George. The child prodigy is sitting in between us"

"How did she manage to squeeze herself in here?"

"Maybe she wants to ask us for advice on how to catch our little brother's eyes. It's a wide known truth that she fancies him"

She scoffed at the exchange between Fred and George. "Anyone with half a brain would know that I'd never spare your brother a glance. I have better standards, you know?"

"Oh I do" said Fred. With that, he stood up and left with Lee Jordan who came around from behind a shelf. With a wink at her, they left George and Hermione with an awkward silence.

George broke the silence by commenting on her hair, "Your hair is shiny today Mione. What did you do?"

"That is my real hair. I make it look bushy to give it more volume"

"Well. That's stupid."said George simply.

Hermione blinked in shock. "I've never been called stupid before. Life ever"

"Well. It is stupid. You should wear your hair the way it looks nice. Who would willingly make it look bad?"

"I suppose that does make sense. Maybe I'll wear it like this from now on." She said with a smile.

"So it's Harry then?" George asked suddenly.

"Harry's what?"

"The one you fancy?"

"I don't fancy Harry. Or anyone else for that matter. What's with the curiosity anyway?"

"It's smart to know gossip Mione. And you're a hot commodity."

"Is that all?"

"It is if you want it to be"

"What if I don't want that"

"Then I might say that I've a personal interest on your love life, Mione"

Hermione's cheeks colored at that.

"Pink is a pretty color on your face Mione"

At that point Madam Pince shouted that the library was closing and that they should leave before she locks them in.

They left their own ways at the Library's door. Both gave each other a backward glance and left with pink faces.

As Hermione made her way up to the Gryffindor common room, she realized with a sigh that George was quite nice when he wasn't fooling around with Fred. Then she chided herself on the path her mind was traveling and turned her thoughts back to work.

Harry was reading his answering letters from the ministry and Gringotts. The goblins of Gringotts were astonished that he hadn't known about his Parents' will. Apparently it was sealed after his Parents died by his magical guardian. He had written a scathing letter back asking them how they knew who his magical guardian without reading the bloody will in the first place. The Ministry letter gave him more assurance. It seems an investigation was already underway on his behalf. In a post script note, it said to read the Daily Prophet the next day.

Far away in the middle of an roaring ocean, a man drenched through and through rose up out of the water onto a rock protruding from the Sea. Behind him a large vertical structure was silhouetted against the Sea. Without a look he stepped into another rock before him. He felt the magic shift around him. With a wand drawn from inside his robes, he dried himself and disappeared with a pop.

In world's largest palace, a large family was having dinner. Conversation was flowing around the upcoming celebration. One little boy of almost seven was in a grim mode though. He was eating his food silently without a word. He kept glancing at the door every few seconds. He had every right to be upset. It was his birthday the next day and his father and sister have still not arrived. This was shaping up to be the worst birthday ever. Unable to bear anymore, he stood up and excused himself from the table. When his mother had given him a nod, he turned to leave when he heard the door open behind him. A man and a girl with identical mischievous grins strode in through the door. The man knelt down and opened his arms wide expectantly into which the boy ran into with a wide smile.

Hello lovelies. We are going to meet a very favorite character of mine soon. And let the ships start sailing. Vote and review :)