Her Sleeping Dragon

by Sabrizzle11

Imagine a utopia where pure-bloods and mudbloods no longer exist. Now imagine a place where the government controls your future to comply with this utopia. Now picture in your head Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. What utopia could possibly exist with these two in the picture? A humorous take on a silly government law and what teens will risk to break it.

1. Chapter One

Hermione stared at the application lying in front of her, nibbling on the end of her sugar quill.

"Hey Hermione, what did you get for number 16?" Ron yelled across the Gryffindor common room.

"Ron. It's a personality test. It's asking you what you like to do in your spare time. I refuse to answer your question."

"Oh…well what do I like to do in my spare time?"

"I don't know Ron. What DO you do in your spare time? You don't DO anything."

"Think I could get away with putting 'Defeating the Dark Lord?'" He questioned, squinting one eye and ignoring the sharpness in Hermione's tone.

Hermione rolled her eyes. The students had all returned to Hogwarts to finish their 7th year at Hogwarts after the Second War and so far the year had been going downhill. The Ministry of Magic had decided that in order to prevent another Dark Wizard like Lord Voldemort from gaining power, they would make sure that every family was matched perfectly. Families would be matched in such a way that "pure-blood" families would die off. Muggle-borns and purebloods would be matched up purposely so there would be no chance of prejudiced actions in the future. Of course, knowing that if they gave these applications to purebloods and Muggle-borns only would be prejudiced in and of itself, they had decided to give applications to every 7th-year student attending Hogwarts, a tradition that would carry on every year. The goal in mind was to find perfect couples who would in turn breed perfect children.

Interrupting the sarcastic response Hermione was about to let loose of her tongue, Neville came running into the common room.

"Um, Hermione, we have a, uh, situation on the 4th floor. There's been a, uh, well, you better see for yourself. It's Malfoy…."

"Neville! Why aren't you able to handle it yourself? You know I can't handle this kind of drama with Malfoy. Not after last time."

"I can't," he replied. "Sprout said I could help with teaching the first years how to unearth the Mandrakes if I hurried. I risked a chance of being late just coming here to tell you." With a quick wave at Ron, Neville ran back through the hole he had just entered, the giant picture swinging shut behind him.

I know this is the first chapter and its short and it probably isn't all that good but please stick with it.

Reviews are greatly appreciated *wink-wink*