A/N: So, I'm rewriting this story. Hope you like it better now, then it was before.
Disclaimer: i do not, and never will, own Harry Potter.
Hermione walked to the minister's office, dreading what was going to happen. He had said that this meeting would decode the future for the wizarding world.
She arrived at the door that led to the office of Kingsley Shacklebolt. Before she could change her mind, she opened the door, but stopped short at the sight of Draco Malfoy stting on one of the two chairs. She glared at him. The stupid git just smirked. she sat down in the unoccupied chair, sliding it as far away from Malfoy as she could.
"Now, I bet you are wondering why you are here," Kingsley started. Two indentical nods from the two other occupants of the room. "And the reason is that there is a new law stating that pure bloods must be married to either a muggle-born or a half blood."
"You have got to be kidding me!" Hermione burst out.
"No!" Malfoy exclaimed.
Kingsley shrugged. "I may be the minister, but even I have to agree with this law. Many people were killed during the war, and we need to forget about blood purity, and bring the wizarding population back up."
He continued. "The Ministry has picked out all of the couples, so you can't marry any one you like. And you, Hermione, Draco, are the first couple to be informed of this law. You can try all you want, but you can't get out of this."
He didn't even give them time to argue. Before they could say anything, he was shooing them out the door, saying "Good luck!"
Sometimes, Hermione really hated being a witch.
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Later, Hermione was at the Weasley's, tuning out the sounds of their outrage at the law.
"Are you sure there is no way out of it?" Ron asked for what seemed like the millionth time. Hermione shook her head.
"I'm sure, Ron. I've checked the law; there's no way out of it. No loopholes, no nothing. I have to go through with it. I don't want to, but it's the law."
Ginny was pale, clutching Harry's hand tightly. "Do you know who any of the other couples are?"
"No, Kingsley didn't say any others. Just that pure bloods had to marry half bloods and muggle borns."
"There's got to be some way out of it." Ron said absently, pacing the length of the room.
"I don't think there is, Ron. I'll keep looking for one, honestly I will, but I think I'm stuck with Malfoy." Hermione said.
Ron plopped down in a chair and groaned. "What if I'm with a Slytherin, too? I'll probably rip her throat out, and i'll have to go to Azkaban."
"Don't worry, Ron. We'll be fine. If we're lucky, we will end up with people we know." Harry said.
"It's been a long day. I'm going to bed." Hermione yawned and got up.
"Night, 'Mione." Everyone said. She waved tiredly and went up the stairs. Maybe she would wake up tomorrow and this will all be a dream. . .