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Marriage Law
A war hero was my official title now, not just know-it-all Granger. I sadly miss my old title as I miss my dear friends that have passed. Neville was the first to be reported back to head quarters, followed by Luna and many others. I thought I would join them but I was saved and now I don't know if I would want to be saved.
The ministry had announced a new marriage law after the defeat of Voldemort, claiming that too many lives had been lost and that pureblood wizards and witches have still prejudice towards muggleborn and half blood wizards and witches. It would be what the ministry called a marriage lottery, but instead of a random winner it was of that who they have claimed to be your nearest match in anyway.
I truly believed they had lost it and considering not even the famous Harry James Potter could get rid of it, lucky for him though he had married Ginny just after the war ended. Ron was the same, even though I thought I loved him in 5th year, I knew that he would always love Lavendar, so I let him go and they married two months after Harry.
I always thought that I would find love eventually, not have to be forced into it by some rogue law. What was worse was that I could choose a pureblood and I would have to have a child with them.
A child to a possibly loveless marriage was killing me. I could suffer with my husband but I would hate to see my child grow up without proper parents. To repopulate the wizarding world was the creation of the one child per marriage to be born within two years of marriage.
I had to go into the ministry tomorrow get my wand examined by professionals, or crack pots in my thoughts. They would determine my husband so maybe I shouldn't be calling them crack pots I could end up with Crabbe or Goyle that possess one brain cell put together in my opinion.
I decided to arrive as earliest as possible to the ministry, with my pull off a bandaid quickly not peel it slowly rame of mind in place. Not so suprising there was only a few wizards with me and as it was 4:00 am in the morning.
Actually my frame of mind came about because I was unable to sleep, with dreams of my children with Goyle, I was dumbified by are unity and became a mindless drone to others. I think that would be my greatest fear, I don't think that I even read in that dream.
Lucky Harry can't read my thoughts or he would be patronising me about books again. He said well if you do get a husband he would know what you want for everything, BOOKS Hermione, like it's hard to read you.
The lady at the desk called my name and into the long corridor I went, not really nervous more cold as it was summer and I had worn a summer dress and did I mention the ministry is freezing, I know my fates are settled by whatever match they give to me.
The ministry did offer to muggleborns if they don't wish to agree they would go back to the muggle world but no magic could be used and all magical friends would be disallowed to visit.
I could live without magic but I could not live without my friends, they understand me better than my muggle friends. It was too hard to return to the muggle world now as my parents had both been killed, it was to get to Harry and he is external sorry for the events. I miss them everyday but I know that they would want me to be happy and not as glum as Harry had said I looked.
They took my wand which made me feel very unsafe, even after the great War had ended I still kept my wand under my pillow and on me at all times, there were still a few death eaters on the loose but with Harry on the team of aurors they were sure to be found soon.
When my wand was returned I felt a surge of relief through my body, I guess the lady sense my relief and smiled and said, "It's a fine wand you have there, you Miss Granger are a fine witch if I ever saw one. Now your results should come in a week, sorry for the delays but there are always some that will try to avoid the proceedure and the law I am afraid."
I don't know what possess me to go to see Arthur Weasley that day, I just felt like I needed a fatherly figure to talk to and probably to ask if he would walk my down the aisle but I regretted that decision when I bumped into old ferret face. So Drace Malfoy the not so magnificent had switched sides after his sixth year, in a sense he was an assest to the order but he was still a complete and utter jerk.
Did I mention he was a jerk, and unconventionally he was lovely to everyone else just not to me. Heaven forbid if he was nice to me, Harry and he had become close friends, I think that was the biggest shock to the wizarding world not the defeat of old Voldy. I think he did it to stir me being friends with everyone but I should not be so self centred, maybe he was jealous. Jealous of my bushy hair and intelligence, yeah that ought to be it.
Anyway we literally bumped into each other, there was a flying of my bag and his paper work everywhere in this desserted section of the ministry hall. Of course I was to blame, couldn't possibly be both our faults. Let's examine how my good (cough) friend Draco Malfoy took the falling on his big fat butt.
He started with a lovely apology, "I'm so sorry… actually I am not Granger, seriously are you so infactuated with me that you bump into me to touch me."
"Yes cause I overly enjoy being in your presents, your so self centred."
"At least I am not some ugly thing that has no one to love her, I am not surprised the marriage law was created so then you wouldn't end up as a crazy cat lady."
I swear that I wouldn't cry but he can be so hurtful at times, instead of witty retort I had I just looked at him and left, I knew he saw my eyes start to water but I did not care, but the worse part was that I left my bag and when later I went to go find it, it was gone. Great my new book that I had just got was in there, what am I going to read now.
I think I was more shocked then surprised to find the annoying twat Draco Malfoy at my apartment door the next morning. I just wish I wasn't in my comfortable pj's that had little love hearts and fairies on them what was I five. It didn't help with his snide remark either, "Nice pyjamas Grager, took you more for the book style pyjamas."
I lost it, did I mention the bad hair day too, "Draco Malfoy what do you want, cause I don't want you near me with in a hundred thousand foot pole, you're disgusting and rude and quite frankly the last person I want to see."
It's not like he didn't deserve it but then I felt bad when he dropped my bag on my doorstep and then left without a word. Oh shit he had taken my bag and come all the way over here to give it to me and I was my typical morning self and yelled at him. Wait I shouldn't be caring he took my bag probably went through it and laughed at me for my books or something.
And he returned to mock me more but I won so he left, I tried to convince myself but I knew that wasn't true but I couldn't face the fact that Malfoy had tried to do something nice for me, without anything in return. Well I guess that pigs fly huh.
Harry was the one who I talked to about the weird occurrence at my apartment that morning he truly was like an older brother to me. He had laughed when he heard about my dress style and then commented lucky he didn't see you in your naughty pjs. I scoffed like he would know. Then it hit me, oh Ginny I am going to kill her. I will never shop with her again, stupid married people and them telling each other everything was just plain cute but also hard to keep secrets.
Harry told me that Draco wasn't a bad guy for the 1000th million time, that I should try to get to know him that way everyone could hang out without the fear that you two will kill each other. Well I hope my husband hates him too, then I can kill him better odds that way. Harry laughed, and I asked why and he wouldn't tell me, I even tickled him for ten minutes and nothing.
I missed these days with Harry, he was always so busy with work and Ginny I never really spent time with him alone, it was usually at a group thing and Malfoy purposely talked to him the WHOLE night so I couldn't.
All of a sudden there seemed to be a commotion in the kitchen and Harry and I wands at the ready stormed into the kitchen to find a very intoxicated Malfoy, the very man I wished to never see again after this mornings accident I shall call it. Harry sighed like it was normal and went to Malfoy's side, "Mate you have to stop with this excessive drinking, you know Ginny will get mad again to find you in the guest room."
I kind of just stood there as Malfoy nodded to Harry and passed out on the floor, what was that about, was like a regular thing. I decided to help Harry and levitated the drunken mess to the guest room on the top floor. Harry removed some of his clothing and went to a draw and got fresh ones out and placed them on the end of the bed. I gave Harry a questioning look but his face told me to stay out of what ever was going on.
I left Harry's after that seeing as my job was at night, I worked at a little bookshop that was a 24-7 one and even though it was terrible pay I just couldn't bring myself to do anythnig else, I was studying part time to be a healer but seeing as my parents died I couldn't study without a job and seeing as I had no qualifications besides my book reading a libarian I became.
As I worked and mostly returned books to their shelves I contemplated why on earth Draco Malfoy was at Harry's like that and why it seem like it had occurred previously.
