Hi! AU! This story, I warn you is AU, but not by much! This is 'officially' my third story, but I'm just testing the waters, since I'm used to writing post-Hogwarts, since it's easier, and since even if I did read all the Harry Potter books, I still don't get their lifestyle in Hogwarts, or rather, I don't get how the lessons and such are planned out. But this is just a test chapter. And, by the way, this IS a marriage law story, so, if you're going to say, stop stealing other people's plot, how about you search how many marriage law stories there already are?! About 7 for Harry Potter!

Nobody reviews, and I'll just delete this story. Please review!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! THEY ALL BELONG TO J.K. ROWLING!

Near the end of Hermione, Harry and Ron's fifth year, Harry had defeated Lord Voldemort. Instantly, Harry shot to celebrity status because of it. Even though he couldn't have did it without Hermione or Ron, the people of the wizarding world just simply ignored what he says about Hermione and Ron. Ron was mad when he started to see headlines like, "Potter opens new cemetery for fallen heroes" or "Potter goes to the World Quidditch Games!" just because Harry had shot to famous celebrity status. In August, both Hermione and Harry came to the Burrow to stay until Hogwarts began.

It was nine in the morning, and Ron had just come down for breakfast, when he heard a knock.

"Ron, dear, can you get the door? I think it is Harry and Hermione." Said Mrs. Weasley, who was busy scrambling eggs.

Ron, dreading to see the sight of his 'celebrity best friend', dragged himself to the door, and opened it. There, standing was Harry, who was obviously in deep conversation with Hermione about a very interesting subject, because Hermione was there facing him, and nodding as if she understood what he was talking about. Hermione then realized that somebody had answered the door. She turned around and saw Ron standing there.

"Ron!" exclaimed Hermione, before she jumped on him, and gave him a bone crushing hug, and a kiss on the cheek, and then stood back to Harry, and tried to get her trunk from his hands.

"No, 'Mione, it's alright, I can carry it for you. Hi, mate! How's your summer?" said Harry, going in to Ron for a 'manly' hug.

Ron stepped backwards for Harry's hug.

"Um, I have to go eat breakfast. See you two later?" said Ron, stuttering.

"Yeah. We'll catch up later, right?" answered Hermione.

"Yeah, we sure will?" asked Harry.

"Yup. I'll see you two later." Said Ron, before rushing up the stairs.

Hermione and Harry shrugged, entered the Burrow, and closed the door behind them.
Harry dragged their trunks into the kitchen, where Ginny, George, Fred, Bill, Mr. Weasley, and Mrs. Weasley were sitting, eating their breakfast.

"Hi, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley, Ginny, Feorge, Gred, and Bill!" exclaimed Hermione, smiling radiantly.

"Hi, Hermione!" chorused the completely entire table.

"Good morning, Mrs. Weasley, Mr.Weasley, Bill, George, Fred, and Ginny." Said Harry, smiling.

"Hi, Harry." Chorused the table again.

"Sit down, dears, I'll get you two plates!" said Mrs. Weasley standing up, and was about to go towards the kitchen, when Hermione stopped her.

"No, it's alright, Mrs. Weasley. You can sit down, I will get the plates. You worked hard this morning making breakfast, enjoy your breakfast, Mrs.Weasley." said Hermione, hurrying into the kitchen, and within a minute came back with two plates and two cups.

"So how were your summers, Harry and Hermione?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"Just great, Mr. Weasley! I went to Bulgaria this summer, and it's amazing there." Said Hermione.

Harry, who was sitting right beside Hermione, was drinking milk, and, sprayed some out, when Hermione said that she went to Bulgaria.

"Hermione! Please don't tell me you went to go see Viktor! You know how Ron and I are against that?!" exclaimed Harry, looking at Hermione.

"No, no,no,no. My parents had a dentist convention somewhere in Bulgaria, and I went with them. I did see Viktor though, since I escaped my hotel room from the muggle world, and went into the wizarding world. I went to a Quidditch game in Bulgaria, Harry. Harmless. Thousands of witches and wizards go to a Quidditch game." Said Hermione, looking back at Harry.

"Harry, dear, how was your summer?" asked Mrs. Weasley.

"Great. I got to live with Sirius all summer, and I got to know a little bit more of my parents through Sirius' photo albums." Answered Harry.

"But I thought you were off opening a cemetery for the fallen heroes." Said Ron, behind Hermione.

"Well, I did. I just thought it would be nice to pay tribute to those who sacrificed their lives, and lost them, fighting against Voldemort." Answered Harry.

"Well then, I was lucky not to attend that opening if it included my best friend." Answered Ron, darkly, looking at Hermione.

The whole table stopped eating, and sat there in silence, watching two 16-year-old boys glaring at each other. It was an awkward silence, since none of the Weasleys knew about Hermione's part in the final battle.

"Um…Harry? What did happen?" asked Ginny.

Harry sighed, and was about to say something, when Ron cut in by saying,

"Hermione was going to be one of the fallen heroes, she really had fallen, and died with the Avada Kedavra curse, but somehow she was brought back to life."

Everyone looked at Hermione all of a sudden, and finally understood why there was so many cuts and bruises still on her arms and legs and face.

"It was only for two hours." Squeaked Hermione, who was not used to attention.

"TWO HOURS?! RONALD BILLIUS WEASLEY! HOW CAN YOU LET YOUR BEST FRIEND DIE!?" exclaimed Mrs. Weasley.

"I wasn't near her when she was hit with the curse, mom! I was all the way across the Hogwarts ground, battling a death eater!" exclaimed Ron in his defense.

"I was with her when she go hit. She was hit by Voldemort. She pushed me to the ground, and got hit herself, when I turned my back, and didn't realize Voldemort was right behind me." Said Harry, quietly.

One and a half months later……………………………………………………………

"'Mione! I really need the help though! It's potions! I don't know what to do with a dragon's tale!" exclaimed Ron, pleading with Hermione.

"Go look it up at the library!" exclaimed Hermione.

Ron, instantly scared when Hermione starts yelling, started retreating himself from Hermione's arm chair.

"HERMIONE!!" exclaimed Harry, grabbing, his hand with two very thick envelopes.

When he got to her, he handed her a letter. Hermione unfolded it, and started reading aloud.

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Dear Miss Hermione Jane Granger,

As you know, last June, you and Mr. Potter had defeated Lord Voldemort. Now that muggle-borns are no longer in danger, the ministry has agreed to put back the marriage tradition. The last time that the tradition has been used was around 70 years ago, before Tom Riddle existed. Ever since 70 years ago, since Lord Voldemort has been horrifying us, we have pulled off the marriage tradition. Now that he's gone, we will begin to use it again. The marriage law works like this: Since you are 16 and over, you will be out for proposals. We have put in an ad for every magazine, newspaper and letters to ever man in the whole entire wizarding world, to advertise that you are open for proposals, and they will answer to it. The following parchment is the ads of you. For the next month, boys from Hogwarts and older graduated men will be sending in proposals for you to accept. YOU are to get married, or you will be banished from the wizarding world. You have to accept somebody's proposal by June 19, exactly one week before summer begins, and you are to be married by the age of 17. We hope you will find a soul mate.

Sincerely,

Percy Weasley

Minister of Magic

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Hermione Granger is up for proposals! Here is her basic profile:

Name: Hermione Jane Granger

Age: 16

Known for: Being Harry Potter's sidekick, and the most brilliant witch of her time.

Interests: Reading, studying.

Hair Color and Type: Wavy Chocolate Brown with light brown highlights.

Height: 5'9

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"You're kidding me, aren't you?!" exclaimed Hermione, instantly horrified at the thought of being married by the age of 17.

"Nope. I got one too. And already, I have gotten fourteen proposals from girls that are 7th Years." Said Harry, frowning.

Then an owl came flying into one of the opened windows at Gryffindor tower. The owl came directly at Hermione, and sat beside Hermione on an armrest. Hermione and Harry stared at the owl surprised, and Hermione reached to the owl's foot, and removed the parchment from it. Hermione opened the letter, and read it out to Harry

Dear Miss Hermione Jane Granger,

My name is Andrew Silver, and I want to be able to propose to you.

I am a 19-year-old young man that would like a young and smart lady. You are the most brilliant witch of you time, and I would like to learn from your knowledge. I hope you consider my proposal, so here it is:

Hermione Jane Granger, would you marry me?

Sincerely yours,

Andrew Silver

"I'm sorry,'Mione that such a weirdo proposed to you. You deserve so much better than him." Said Harry.

You see, Harry was secretly in love with Hermione. She was the only girl he was ever close to enough to tell her all his secrets. And she was the only girl that actually saw him as just plain Harry, rather than Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who or The Boy Who Lived. But then, a light bulb flashed in his head. What if I propose to Hermione? NO! I can't! It'll ruin our friendship!

Hermione was just putting away the letter from Andrew Silver, another owl came in. Harry, this time grabbed the letter, and read it out loud.

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-'Mione

You have been my best friend and crush for 6 years. Please, take 'us' meaning you and me to the next level. I, Ronald Billius Weasley proposes to Hermione Jane Granger, to have and to hold, through sickness and health, and rich and poor. Please accept my proposal.

-Ronald Weasley

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Harry was heart-broken by the end of the letter. He knew he wouldn't stand a chance against Ron when it came to love with Hermione.

" Wow…he really can write letters that are disgustingly mushy when he wants to." Muttered Hermione, rolling her eyes, when she read the letter again.

"Are you going to accept his invitation?" asked Harry.

"I don't know. Like I really like Ron, but he's more of an older brother I never had kind of. Not the I like him, like." Said Hermione.

Well thanks for reading this story, and please leave a review!

Best Wishes,

-Gabriela-17

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