Mr. Draco Malfoy,
It has come to The Ministry's attention that as
A popular figure within the media it would be
Most affluent to our cause for you to wed as early as possible.
For this to work, you must choose a viable candidate from the
Following list, and inform the Ministry immediately.
We will choose one for you if one has not been
Selected within the next week (7 days).
Pansy Parkinson
Millicent Bulstrode
Astoria Greengrass
Hermione Granger
Sincerely,
Kingsley Shacklebolt
He thought that maybe she would jump into action, and figure a way out of this mess. In all scenarios he had had run through his head, she was his saving grace. She figured out a miraculous argument, they retracted the law, and then they parted ways. Instead, he found himself staring at girl whose face was getting redder by the minute. "Errrr, are you alright there, Granger?"
"Am I alright? Of course I am not alright. Why do you not go off and marry any of your other three candidates? Is it because you thought it would be necessary to come, interrupt my life and then, if it doesn't work out as planned, go marry on to one of the better candidates?"
Stymied, Draco looked across the room out the patio door to the blue sky. Frowning, he considered lying to her, before sighing heavily. "I thought you would be the most capable of redirecting this law, so I came to you for help. And yes, if you had not been able to pull through I would most likely had chosen Pansy to marry, considering she is a good friend and I would be able to work out a deal of sorts with her."
"A deal of sorts?" Hermione sounded absolutely horrified.
Confused, he glanced at the girl, noticing for the first time she was no longer in the green dress from the night before, instead she was in an oversized shirt, with plaid pajama shorts on. Or were those men's boxers? "Yes, a deal of sorts. She could continue seeing other girls, and I could continue seeing other girls. Kind of an open relationship. Besides, Millicent is absolutely stark mad, and in a courtship with Blaise, and Astoria already broke up with me earlier this year, and I am quite certain she would never take me back. Now, are you wearing men's underwear?"
Hermione looked down at her pajamas, and shrugged lightly, "Yes. Now, can we stay on topic for any considerable length of time, please? I don't lower myself to ask what sort of feminine hair product you wear, do I? So, as much as it bothers me to say his, I think that going to London earlier is our best solution. This way we can collect signatures for a petition, and it would have more public and professional sway. So, I figure I will pack up my bags and be ready to go by at least… Four in the afternoon. What say you?"
Nodding stiffly, he stood up, and brushed off his pants. "Need help with anything?" Hermione shook her head lightly, and started to walk past him into her bedroom. "Alright then. I will go grab my things from my hotel. Meet back here shortly?"
"Sounds good to me." Hermione was already unpacking her closet, taking a few outfits, including dresses. It only figured that she would have to attend boring galas to spread the word. With a frown, she glanced around the room, before kneeling, and pulling out a heavy purse at the bottom of her closet. Reaching in, she groped around for a moment, before pulling out her wand. Grinning, she sat back on her bed, and began 'Accio'ing other necessities for her trip. As her clothes folded themselves, and her bags packed themselves, she began making a few phone calls.
Calling both the Library and Bakery were easy. Both the ladies loved Hermione, but understood when she told them she had to go to London for important issues. They wished her luck and both offered her a job when she got back from her trip. Then she phoned a few friends, letting them know, before finally making the big call.
"Brandi- hi. How was the rest of your morning… That's great! Yes, I know… Anyways, I was phoning to ask if you would mind doing me a favor… Yes I will bake you chocolate cupcakes in return… Yes. Um, I was hoping you would be willing to look after my house?.. London… That's the thing, is that I am not sure… It's a family emergency… Yes I am going with the blonde guy… Draco?... Why don't you trust him? You were flirting with him all morning… No, I am sure I will be fine… Please?... Thank you so much! You really are amazing. Okay, well I have to go… Awe, I'm going to miss you too. Thank you heaps!"
Hanging up, Hermione looked around, making sure she had everything she needed. The knot of nerves was growing in her stomach, and she worried for a moment that she might be sick. "I can do this. I just have to go back for a few weeks, make a petition, and voila. I'll be fine, and back here in no time. Besides, if it doesn't work, then I can still come back. I'll live… The Leaky Cauldron- shoot. I have to get a room." With that, Hermione picked up her phone again and started making calls preparing for her journey.