Author's Note: Hey people, so this is my first Fremione fanfiction. I think I've probably read tens of marriage law fanfics, but I wanted to give it a go! I will try to update once a week, but I cannot promise anything as I am currently doing my GCSEs :( Please leave your thoughts and comments as reviews! Thank you :)

Disclaimer: Everything is owned by wonderful, gorgeous, talented, inspiring, mind boggling JK Rowling. If I ever owned Harry Potter, Fred and Sirius would have never died, but Ron would have. Sorry your Ron lovers ;) Also, I do not even own the plot since I have read about twenty Marriage Law fanfics:)

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

It was a peaceful day at the Burrow. Hermione was sitting under the usual Oak tree, and was reading her favourite Muggle novel, 'Pride and Prejudice', by her favourite author Jane Austen. She was by herself with just Mrs Weasley inside the Burrow. All the others were doing something of their own accord. Harry and Ron had gone away for auror training, and would only be coming back tonight. Ginny, who was playing Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies, would also be returning tonight from a two month tournament. The twins as usual were at their shop, business booming better than ever. And there was Percy and Mr Weasley who were working at the Ministry, whilst Charlie was in Romania, and Bill living life with Fleur and their daughter Victoire.

Since Ron, Harry and Ginny would be coming back to the Burrow today, Mrs Weasley, being her usual motherly self, had decided on organising a huge get-together with a couple of Order members too. They would be celebrating the first anniversary of the defeat of Voldermort. The past year had been hard for the Golden Trio. Wherever they went, there were photographers and reporters of the Daily Prophet documenting their day to day lives. And if it wasn't bad enough with hat they were doing, but they were making up their own stories with whatever that they heard.

*FLASHBACK*

Hermione and Ginny had decided to meet up at Three Broomsticks for a long awaited gossip catch up. It was a sunny day and it had only been a couple of months since the downfall of Voldemort, so wherever Hermione was, the press and fans were right behind her and the other two of the Golden Trio. As she and Ginny made way to a table at the back, Madam Rosmerta made her way up to the girls, and asked,

'So, what would you ladies like on this sunny day?'

'I think I'll just have a butterbeer please, what about you Hermione?' Ginny asked her friend.

'I'll have one too, please', Hermione replied politely.

At that point, all the tables jerked their head up, and turned around to see if it was actually Hermione Granger. Any wizard or witch recognized that voice now. In complete disbelief, everyone watched her, feeling blessed to be sitting in the same room, and suddenly Hermione had gotten herself a queue of fans waiting for her autograph.

With this, Hermione merely nodded at Ginny, at which her friend understood what she way saying. She grabbed her by the hand, and they ran out of the restaurant, with Hermione muttering to herself at how 'annoying this was', and 'why couldn't people just understand that she does not want any of this fame?' leaving the two butterbeers completely forgotten.

As soon as two girls turned a couple of corners, they apparated to the Burrow, more specifically Ginny's bedroom. This is where Hermione was also staying at the moment.

Panting, Ginny asked with a grin, 'Well that's one way to leave a restaurant with style'.

Hermione, giving her a sharp look said' Shutup Gin, at least you don't have to go through this! I hate all of this fame! God, do I feel sorry for Harry. All those years when Ron and I could not understand for the love of Merlin why he didn't like it. Well, especially Ron', she added quickly.

Ginny just started chuckling,' whatever you say Mione, whatever you say'.

And so there it is! My first chapter! What do you think? Please leave reviews, which would really motivate me to carry on updating. Thank you ever so much!

Until then,

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