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In High Demand Chapter 35
"I'm so glad to be out of that bloody room!" Hermione exclaimed, smiling up at the sun. It was a cool early October day, but she didn't mind the breeze. It just felt amazing to be free.
"I bet you are," Irina smiled at the witch as she spread her arm out beside her and twirled in circles.
"She's going to start singing before we know it," Draco grinned, happy to see her so happy.
"And if I do?"
"Then I'll join you," he replied, his famous smirk appearing.
"That I would pay to see," Irina declared, laughing at the thought of the Slytherin and Gryfindor bursting in song out on the lawn.
"What do you think, Hermione? Should we give them a show and make some gallons?" Draco asked.
"Let's leave the singing to the princess' and nuns," Hermione decided, smiling at her friends. "So can I finally look at the notes you made for the Halloween ball?" she asked as she took a set under her favorite tree.
"Nene, you were there with us as we wrote all of it down," Irina reminded her best friend.
"Yes, but I like to see the work in front of me. It helps me think better."
Draco handed her the notes that they had put together while she was on bed rest.
"So we need to get together the committee," she started.
"It's done," Irina replied.
"Good," Hermione grinned. "Now we need to put together the announcements to be placed in each house,"
"That's already been done. It should be back from the printer later on today," Draco answered.
"Oh okay," one third of the Golden Trio smiled, checking off another thing on their list.
"What about,"
"Everything on the list has been completed," Irina answered.
"Really?" Hermione asked, sounding disappointed. "Then what am I suppose to do to help with the Halloween ball?"
"Show up and look gorgeous," Draco replied, kissing her forehead.
Hermione sighed, smiling up at him. "Alright, but the Christmas ball will be amazing."
"Hey," Irina protested, crossing her hands over her chest. "Are you saying that this one isn't going to be amazing? I did a lot of the work here."
Hermione laughed, shaking her head at the Romanian women. "Of course it will be great. I just wish I had a little more input into, I guess."
Draco smiled at the witch and lightly squeezed her hand. "You will with the Christmas one," he assured her.
There was a comfortable silence among the three friends as they enjoyed the early autumn afternoon. The lawn was full of other students as well, enjoying one of the last nice days before the notoriously freezing winters in Scottland.
A beautiful white owl swooped down and sat in the middle of the three friends, disturbing the relaxed atmosphere.
"It's for you Irina," Draco announced, as he handed her the envelope from the owl, who quickly flew away.
"Whose it from?" Hermione wondered, leaning over closer to the black haired witch.
"It's from the Ministry of Magic," she whispered, dropping the letter on the ground. "I should have known when I decided to come here that this would happen! If it wasn't for my brother, I would still be back at home, doing what I love. Now I have to get MARRIED, because of him!" The Bulgarian women quickly got up and started pacing in front of the pair, speaking quickly in a combination of Bulgarian and Greek.
"What is she saying?" Draco asked Hermione, sounding slightly scared.
"I'm not sure," Hermione admitted, watching as her friends face begin to turn red. "I think she's planning either on castrating her brother or making his body look like an elephants butt hair."
"That would be entertaining," the Slytherin smirked, earning a light smack on the arm.
The pair sat quietly and watched the firey young witch rant and pace for a good ten minutes before she sighed and looked at her companions.
"Sorry you had to see that," Irina told them, taking a seat beside Hermione and sighing.
"It's alright," Hermione assured her.
"No, it's not, but thank you. I should have known that this would happen when I decided to come to Hogwarts."
"What, exactly, did the letter say?" Draco asked, earning glares from both of the witches.
"I thought your name was Draco Malfoy, not Ronald Weasley," Irina replied snidely.
"Isn't it obvious what it says?" Hermione asked, sighing. "She has to get married as well."
"And I bloody well had no plans of ever getting married, let alone having babies," she huffed, scrunching her nose in discuss when she said babies. "If I didn't know better, I would think my mother planned this whole thing just to get a grandchild out of me."
"You know your mum wouldn't do that to you," the female member of the Golden Trio stated, trying her best to hold back a grin. The situation wasn't funny at all, but thinking about Aphrodite wanting a grandchild and doing anything to get one, was something she could see her doing.
"I know," Irina grumbled. "I just really do not want to get married." Sighing, she got up off of the ground and gathered her things.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked.
"I had better go let my mother know. She'll probably want to start planning the wedding."
"But you aren't dating anyone and you don't have any prospects," he replied, confused.
"Not that you know," Irina smirked, winking at the pair.
"Tell your mum hello," Hermione laughed, shaking her head as she watched one of her best girlfriends sway her hips back to the castle.
Howdy! So I'm kind of back. A lot has happened since the last time that I updated. This chapter is short and honestly, I'm in a whole other place then I was when I started this story. This chapter was hell to write and I think it stinks, but here's something. If you want another chapter, ya'll have to review and tell me what you want next. Who do you want Hermione to end up with? Let me know, people. :) I love you all and I promise I won't disappear again. I have no job right now (which sucks) so I literally have nothing else to do. So help a girl out, will you. Happy Reading.