Hermione woke from yet another bad dream. Night after night it was the same dream and she would wake at the same time every morning. The dream itself was not one that would be considered overly frightening but Hermione hated falling. In this dream she was riding on a broom with someone's strong hold around her waist. When suddenly, they would let go and she would go falling towards the ground. Only before she hit the ground she would awaken, sweat dripping down her forehead. She decided to get a head start in her DADA assignment which wasn't due for two more weeks. When the other girls in her dorm began to wake up Hermione decided to get dressed and get down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
After finishing her eggs and toast with Harry and Ron it was time for her potions class. She dreaded this class as it was with the Slytherins and she of course was seated right next to the Prince of Slytherin himself Draco Malfoy. Most of the time she could take his annoying dimwitted comments but today she was in a particularly bad mood.
"Mudblood, would you mind not touching my half of the desk," he smirked as he saw the lines in Hermione's forehead deepen and the corners of her mouth go down.
"What did someone get out on the wrong side of the bed? Or did your blood finally make you sick?" He thought that was terribly witty of him, although Hermione thought otherwise.
"Malfoy if you don't shut up you are going to regret it. Simple. Do you understand me?"
"Are you threatening me?" Draco could hardly believe it a mudblood threatening him.
It was then that an owl swooped down the aisle to Professor Slughorn at the front of the room. He opened the parchment left by the owl and looked up searching for the students he needed.
"Could Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy please go to Professor Dumbledore's office immediately."
Both glanced at each other briefly before gathering their belongings and walking out of the classroom. The whole walk there Hermione walked 3 paces behind Draco and not one word was uttered. Once inside Dumbledore's office they were surprised to see the Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt sitting on a large arm chair talking to the Headmaster. Nothing god ever came of Mr Shacklebolt's visits.
The Headmaster looked up and invited the Hermione and Draco to sit down in the vacant chairs.
"Good afternoon children, please come in we have some important matters to discuss."
"Now you may or may not be aware that since the end of the war there is much need for mixed marriages. Unfortunately there is much disgust still within the older generations and we are trying to start fresh," Kingsley Shacklebolt began before Draco interrupted him.
"Excuse me sir, but what does this have to do with Granger and myself?"
"Well Mr Malfoy you are two very respected people from the younger generation. There is a law that will soon be brought into action within the week."
Hermione spoke up, "And what law would that be sir?"
"A marriage law."
Three words. Three simple words perfectly fine on their own but together they make a disastrous combination. Hermione and Draco jaws dropped could not believe what they were hearing. They weren't stupid either, they knew what this meant.
Malfoy was the first to talk, "And you are expecting me to marry her?"
Don't know if any of you like this but if you do please review when I say it would make my day/week I am not actually joking my week has been pretty bad.