Disclaimer: I don't Harry Potter or any other of J.K Rowling's characters. But if I owned Sean Biggerstaff, oh the fun I'd have.

A/N: I'm putting Oliver/Fred/George and the others only a year ahead of the trio.


Prologue

Hermione Wood walked through her home with a smile on her face, a smile of extreme happiness. She had just gotten married to Oliver three months before and today she had found out she was pregnant, 2 months (or so) pregnant.

She had become pregnant on their honeymoon in Scotland, a visit to his family's old estate. Hermione remembered when all Oliver cared about was Quidditch, but when they had gotten together his passion shifted to a new focus: her body. Her cheeks redden with that wonderful thought.

Hermione moved her and her memories to the sitting room. She sat on her favorite armchair and started to flip through her photo album that was laying on the coffee table… to think all this happiness started with a marriage law.

The Marriage Act had been passed the summer after her fifth year, right after Sirius died. The ministry had finally started to believe that Voldemort was back and wanted a happy, cheery world before the impending Great War. So the minister being the brilliant (sarcasm) man he was decided to make marriage mandatory by the age of 18. The kicker was that you didn't get to choose your spouse; the ministry did that for you. Hermione remembered when she got her letter of betrothal…


A/N 2: hey this story has been in my fanfiction notebook for the past six months and has been begging to come out. READ AND REVIEW!