Through the hallways he stalked, his mood black as ink.
Through the hallways she walked wishing she could just think.
How had it happened, this terrible mess?
this pickle, this quandary would cause such distress.
Oh the Ministry'd pay and she knew that they would
when the Spy Master spoke with a thin piece of wood.
She couldn't believe it and neither could he
a law'd been enacted to "set them all free."
And these two Order Members, to further the plot
must marry by midnight or it all was for naught.
He'd end up in prison, she'd end up in jail
with no wand on her person her training would fail.
So these two bookish people would have to unite
and here they had thought they had finished the fight
but no, that damn Ministry just had to be right
and choose who they'd marry by the stroke of midnight.
AN: I know, this isn't Craving Denial. I promise, chapter 3 is written and I will upload it as soon as I can. This is just my hat tip to the ML trope. I had to do one, right? It's practically mandatory for all SSHG writers. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Let me know if it needs anything more. Best wishes to all!~