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Ch. 37

Luna Lovegood had always been a strange bird, or at least that's what everyone called her. In all actuality, she was one of the most brilliant witch in all of the magical world. Sure Hermione was known as the 'brightest witch of her age' and she was. But the way that Luna's mind work was beyond anything that Hermione would ever be able to grasp. The book-worm was far too logical for her own good.

When the Ravenclaw first began observing Hermione and then many men that fancied her, she knew that she would end up with more then one. In the beginning she was convinced that she would just be with the twins in a triad. Triads were not uncommon in the wizarding world, but not many people talked about as most wizards and witches liked their privacy. The longer she watched the other brilliant witch, however, Luna began to remember a book that she had found in her father's office when she was younger. She had read it front to back because of all of the brilliant colors and amazingly rare stories of the magical world. Luna believed that Hermione was apart of one of those rare and beautiful stories she had read about.

When Ginny and her lover had agreed to go with her to talk with someone who might know what was going on, they didn't know really who she was talking about. So when they got to the entrance of the Headmistress, they looked at her.

"Professor McGonagall should know what this means and if she doesn't then there are portraits on her wall that will know," Luna had assured them. The Ravenclaw witch had tapped on the gargoyle, since they had not been summoned or asked to come to the office. It was the polite thing to do.

After a moment, the former head of Gryffindor came down the stairs to greet her students.

"Mr. Weasley, Ms. Weasley, Ms. Lovegood. To what do I owe the honor?" she asked, greeting each other students with a nod.

"Professor, the Weasleys' here and I have been observing something odd going on between a friend of ours and the men that are pursuing her. They all seem to be infected with Wrackspurts when they are around one another. The situation that she is in, made me remember a book that I read when I was younger. I was wondering if you would help us understand a few things in this passage that we aren't able to understand," Luna informed the professor in her carefree voice.

Minerva raised an eyebrow at the Wrackspurts, but listened none the less and took the opened book that the young Ravenclaw handed her. Pulling her glasses up over her eyes, she began to read the passage that Luna had pointed out to her. As she read it, her eyes grew wide and she became a bit pale. She gently shut the book and handed it back to Luna.

"You are referring to Ms. Granger, aren't you?" she asked the trio, cutting straight to the point.

"Yes, we are. Can you explain this to us?" Ron asked.

"I do not think that her relationship to any of her young men is any of your business." McGonagall informed them in no uncertain terms.

"It is though, Professor. Two of her young men are our brother's and Hermione is like a sister to me. She already has so much on her plate and if this is true, then she has the right to know what is going on with her. She is so confused right now, she has been since the bloody marriage law came into effect. If the part that I understand is true, then this would explain a lot to her and it would help her to understand some of the things she feels. She has the right to know, Professor. She has the right to know," Ginny insisted, holding her head up high.

McGonagall looked the young lady in the eye, trying to make her squirm after speaking to her as she had. But she held her head high and unwavering, making the former Gryffindor head of house extremely proud of the young lady.

"Let me talk with a few people and get some council. I understand that you are concerned about your siblings and about Ms. Granger, but I can not help you until I contact a few individuals," she stated.

"We understand," Ron replied calmly, surprising his sister. Ronald had never been one to be calm about a situation, especially if he felt that he had the right to know. Luna really is quite good for him, Ginny thought, smiling at her brother and his fiancée.

"Is there a time limit that we can look for, Professor?" Luna wondered serenely, grabbing a hold of Ron's hand after placing her book in the bag that she had been carrying.

"Give me two weeks," Professor McGonagall said after a moment of thought. She had a portrait to yell at and some owls to send out. She wasn't sure how any of the converstations would go.

"Alright," Ginny replied, sighing. The professor raised an eyebrow at the disrespected sound, causing the young red head to grin sheepishly. "Thank you for your help."

"Your welcome."

Luna looked at the calendar that and realized that the next day would be two weeks exactly. She looked forward to finding out if her suspicions were correct, but most of all she was looking forward to her friend and potential future sister-in-law learning things about herself that she should have learned years earlier.

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"I love this show," Irina announced, laughing at the tall, lanky bloke that was on the television in front of them.

Hermione and Irina were having a much needed girls night in their room. Luna and Ginny had politely declined, both wanting to spend some time with their fiancée'.

"I know," Hermione agreed, laughing at the blond who was getting very frustrated with the man. "American TV is funny some times."

"I still like British TV better," the Bulgarian witch said, sitting up on the bed and throwing another handful of popcorn in her mouth.

"I do too, but I got rather addicted to this show awhile ago. They are brilliant writers. I don't know where they come up with this stuff," Hermione admitted, sitting up against the headboard next to one of her best friends.

"That song about the cat is hilarious," Irina laughed as the tall man had a lady sing the song to him while rubbing her belly. She couldn't imagine any man she knew wanting to have a song sung to them just because he wasn't feeling well.

"I love it. Can you imagine singing that to Viktor or Draco?" the Gryffindor princess asked, giggling hysterically.

"I was just thinking that no man that I knew would ever ask to have their belly rubbed and want to be sung to," she laughed, shaking her head. "Well, I bet that they might like to have their belly's rubbed."

Hermione blushed thinking about rubbing someones belly. She remembered the last time that she had snogged George and Fred. She had felt their rock hard stomachs through their shirts and had desperately wanted to feel the skin underneath. If Ginny hadn't been looking for here she probably would have.

"I think I would love to hear the story that coincides with that blush," Irina teased, smirking at her friend. "Which on of your blokes are you thinking of,hmm? Do tell."

"Hush, you," Hermione laughed, swatting at her friend. Irina grinned and threw a few pieces of pop corn at her, earning a squeal of protest. They quieted down for a few moments and watched as another episode of the program came on the television.

"So, who are you going to go to the Halloween Masquarde with?" Irina asked after a few minutes of watching the main characters dress up in outfits from a show from back in the 1970's to go to some meeting or class or something of the sorts.

"I don't know," Hermione admitted, frowning. "No one has asked me."

"What!?" Irina shrieked, sitting up quickly and pausing the DVD.

"No one had asked me to go to the masquerade with them," she stated again, shrugging as if it wasn't a big deal.

"Don't you dare shrug your shoulders at me! I can't believe that there are three gorgeous guys and my brother who are trying to win you over and NONE of them have asked to go," the Bulgarian exclaimed, shaking her head. "Hell, I've only been here a few weeks and I have dates."

"What?!" Hermione exclaimed, taking her turn to be surprised. This was defiantly a new development. "Why didn't you tell me sooner? When did this happen? Who are you going with? Do you like him? Wait did you say dates, with an 's' at the end?"

Irina laughed." One question at a time please."

"Did you say dates with an 's' at the end?" Hermione asked, pulling a pillow in front of her and hugging it, ready to hear her friends story.

"Yes, I did," she admitted, turning to sit in front of the brown haired witch so that they could be face to face.

"Who are they? And how did you get them to agree to that?"

"One question at a time," Irina sing sang to Hermione.

Hermione sighed, throwing a one of her pillows at her friend. "Who are they?"

"Neville Longbottom and Blaise Zambini," she stated, causing Hermione to gasp.

"Those two could not be any different from one another," the female portion of the Golden Trio stated, shaking her head. "How in Merlin's name did you get them to agree to you having two dates to the masquerade?"

"I told them that I just got here and I didn't really want to be tied down quiet yet. I told them I wanted to get to know some amazing men and I thought that both of them fit that description."

"And that worked?" Hermione asked, flabbergasted.

"Yes, sort of. They could both pick me up in the common room and I would walk down with both of them. I told them I would take turns dancing with them and that if someone else asked me to dance, that I would dance with the person as well, but only for one dance," Irina informed her friend as if she was just reading off a list for groceries.

"That's amazing," the Gryffindor princess breathed, shaking her head.

"Not really," she shrugged. "I have to get married. They have to get married. They really didn't seem to mind my conditions." Irina got up and moved to one of the three desk in the room.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, curious what her friend was up to now.

"Writing my mother and informing her that I have two dates. And that you have none," Irina replied.

"Don't do that," she pleaded with her friend, trying to get the parchment out of her hand.

"Why shouldn't I inform her that I have dates to the ball?" Irina innocently asked.

"You bloody well know that was not what I was talking about. Do not tell her that I don't have a date. I bet any day now one of them will ask me," Hermione insisted, watching her friends face to see if she would listen.

Irina watched Hermione for a good five minutes, before nodding a promise. "I will not write mum about you being dateless. For now. But, Nene, if none of these idiots ask you to the ball in the next five days, I'm going to hex all four of them. "

Hermione sighed but nodded, agreeing to the terms that she set. I truly hope they asked me, the Gryffindor princess thought as she went back to watching the brilliant three doctors and the one brilliant engineer.

I am so proud of myself. I updated very quickly, didn't I? :) And can you guess what show I'm referring to? What do you think that Luna and Ginny are talking about? Please review. I didn't get very many reviews last time and they would make me feel a lot better. Happy Reading.