Hermione Granger was infuriated. She was supposed to be headed over to the Weasly's for Sunday brunch when a brown barn owl had flown through the window; it was the start of a terrible morning. She began her morning as she would any other. She woke at five-thirty, showered, and dressed in a pair of boyfriend jeans that were rolled up a little above her ankle, and a tight magenta camisole, which she wore under a gray v-neck sweater. She was just pouring her coffee when that thing had flown up to her kitchen window.

It must just be Ron or Harry making sure we were still on for today she thought. Boy was she wrong. When she turned it over she saw the purple ministry seal on it. She opened it up quickly, she was hoping maybe for a promotion or a raise but defiantly not this.

"Dear Miss Granger,

Due to the great wizarding war, the ministry has issued the ministry decree 135: the marriage law. All unmarried or unengaged witches and wizards are being paired together randomly. You future husband will be close in age and has also been taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We hope you find your fiancée to your liking; you have been paired with…

Draco A. Malfoy

You will be expected to attend a meeting at the ministry to talk about wedding dates and to meet your partner on…

Monday January 31st 2011 at 2:30 p.m.

Please come to the marriage section of the public relations department on the thirteenth floor, in the south wing.

Thank you,

Eden Fletcher

Head of the public relations department"

Oh my god! Her eyes began to get blurry from the tears. Not him, anyone but him! I hate him so much! He hates me! That's not fair! She sat on her counter crying until she caught a glance at her watch. It was 9:47 and Hermione jumped off the counter, still clutching the letter and flooed to the burrow.

"Hi! Sorry I'm late Molly." Hermione said as she stood up and walked out of the fireplace. She was instantly surrounded by a herd of redheaded family members. Ron and harry engulfed her in a long hug. She smiled at Ron and immediately her face fell. "Did I do something Mione?" She burst out into tears and cried on his shoulder. When she recollected herself she handed him her letter. She saw him frown as he reached the part about the marriage law and then scream "Like hell she'll marry him!" at that all the Weasleys stopped dead. Harry scrambled off the couch and snatched away the.

"They can't force you to marry him! He's a ferret!"

At that the letter was passed around with all of the Weasley's screaming their protest.

"Hermione, you can't marry that son of a bit-" Ginny started

"Ginerva Weasley watch your language!" came Mrs. Weasley's call from the kitchen

"Yeah mom!" she called out

She continued in a whisper. "Hermione, you can't! He was a complete bastard to you in school!"

"I know Gin! I hate this! Their probably going to make me stay in that death eater hole of theirs!"

Dinner was placed on the table and people flocked to get to Molly's food thus, ending the girl's conversation.

"Molly, this food is incredible!" Remus said across the table.

She blushed and gave him a warm smile in return.

Dinner continued in awkward silence, people sending Hermione sympathetic looks that she tried to ignore. After dinner she followed Harry, Ron, and Ginny upstairs. On her way out Fred and Gorge passed her a bag of u-no-poo and said, "If Malfoy gives you trouble sprinkle a pinch of this in his drink or on his food. She smiled at the look on Malfoy's face after taking it. It made her somewhat happier than when she entered the kitchen. She ruffled the twins' hair before following Ginny out the door.

"Are they nuts? You too can't get married! You'd kill each other by your honeymoon!" Ginny said hysterically.

"I know." Hermione uttered

"There has to be some way out of this!" Harry and Ron said together.

"Well if there is we better get looking, I meet with Malfoy tomorrow at 2:30"

"Maybe he's changed? I mean we haven't seen him since you guys graduated four years ago. Right?" Ginny suggested

All three of the golden trio stared at her as though she lost her mind.

"Are you nuts?"

"Of course he hasn't changed! He's Malfoy!"

"Are you feeling OK?" came their replies all at once.

"I'm feeling fine thank you." She said in a huff, turning on her heal and stomping out the door.

The next day seemed to pass slowly. Hermione was woken by Mrs. Weasley at 11:30 and asked her to come down for breakfast. The Kitchen smelled wonderful. Everyone but Mrs. Weasley had eaten earlier. The rest were outside playing quiditch. Hermione's strawberry covered waffles were to die for. After eating she thanked Mrs. Weasley and excused herself to get ready. At 12:00 she turned on the shower, got out two towels, and waited for the water to heat up. She showered for a good fifteen minutes until she got out and wrapped herself in a fluffy red towel and wrapped her hair in another. She walked out and picked out her clothes. She decided on a black camisole under a yellow of the shoulder sweater. With a pair of worn, light blue skinny jeans and her black converse. She yawned and saw the clock only said 12:47 so she laid down and grabbed a book. She smiled when she saw the title. The Tales of Beetle the Bard. One of the wizarding classics she grew to love during her Hogwarts years. Dumbledore had even given her his own copy when he died. She skimmed threw it, stopping to read her favorite story, the wizard and the hopping pot. She felt it taught a good lesson. Easily finishing the story, she drifted off into sleep until being woken by the second female Weasley today, telling her to get ready