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Background- After 6th book. Dumbledore is alive and Draco helped in the good guys in the war. All 6th and 7th years must get married.
A/N- This is my first fic!! I hope you enjoy it! Please Review ASAP!!
Hermione Granger skipped into the Great Hall. On her left side was Ronald Weasley. On her right were Ginny and Harry, making everyone sick by making googly eyes at each other. "How can my life get any better?" She thought to herself. Voldermort was killed. She still had all three of her best friends. The only thing missing was a man. Sure, Ron was an option. But she didn't like him like that. She needed someone, how should I put this, smarter than average.
Draco Malfoy ran into the Great Hall, looking behind him as he ran. He had just lost Pansy Parkinson an was trying to keep it that way. All of a sudden, he bumped into a bushy mass. He stopped abruptly and spat "Watch it Mudblood" in Hermione's face. He walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down.
Hermione ignored Draco's nasty remark and sat down. Ron, of course, was about to start shoveling food into his mouth when he noticed there wasn't any. "Where's the food 'Mione?" He asked her. "Ronald, Dumbledore makes his speech first." She answered rolling her eyes. "Settle down." Dumbledore said standing up, "This year, I have some grave news for the older students." He stated after welcoming everyone back. "If you are in sixth or seventh year, please stay after the feast is over.
Draco was confused. What rave news could there be? Voldermort was gone and he was the only threat there ever was to anyone in Hogwarts' safety. "We'll find out soon enough mate!" Blaise Zabini, Draco's new best friend (Crabbe and Goyle were far too dumb) said, noticing the perplexed look on Draco's face.
Everyone ate quickly, anxious to know what the news was. "Ronald! Hurry up!" Hermione practically shrieked. She was one of the most anxious people. If there was something she didn't know about, Hermione could get a little...testy. Finally, everyone was finished with desert. "You may leave now." Dumbledore said, dismissing the year fives and younger.
"Now, this may be shocking but a Marriage Law has been passed." When he got no reaction whatsoever, Dumbledore elaborated. "What will happen is that each sixth and seventh year must be married and have a child. You shall fill out a compatibility test and based on your answers, a partner will be picked for you." At this there was an uproar from the students. Professor McGonagall stood up and put a silencing spell on the students. "Listen to your Headmaster! This is an important matter and you will not misbehave!" She said before taking off the charm. "Thank you Professor. As I was about to say, if you are currently dating someone, you may marry them. You may marry only if you both agree. The tests will be distributed tomorrow. They shall come with a better explanation tomorrow."
The next day, the sixth and seventh years grudgingly stayed after to take their tests. There letters explained that since the war, there had been a decline in population. It also said you had to be married by December 26th, and the child had to be conceived by February 16th. Here is what some finished tests looked like.
Name: Draco Malfoy
Ideal Mate: Smart, Hot, Doesn't grovel, Hot
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Other: She should be a GIRL! NOT some crazy loony girl.
Name: Hermione Granger
Ideal Mate: Smart, not ugly, sweet, sensitive
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Other: He should be able to talk intelligently. Please not Ron Weasley.
Name: Ron Weasley
Ideal Mate: Hermione Granger or Smart, Pretty, Nice
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Other: I really want it to be Hermione Granger.
Finally, all the others filled out their tests. "I hope it's not someone dreadful." Hermione sighed, knocking on wood. "I picked Harry." Ginny announced. "I picked you too!" Harry announced. There hugged each other as if they were officially engaged and kissed. "Please! Not in front of the first years!" Hermione said while Ron looked away.
Draco went up to his room. "It won't be Pansy." He said to Blaise who had suggested he get put wither. "Why not?!" "I specifically said no! She disgusts me with her groveling." Blaise shrugged and drifted off to sleep. Draco laid there, thinking about who his wife would be. Little did he know that she ws doing the same thing in the Gryffindor tower.
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