Hermione finished brushing her hair just as Ginny entered the room they had been sharing. The red head smiled at her and made her way to her side of the room. Hermione looked over at Ginny. Ginny was sitting on her bed staring at the wall. Her face was blank.

"Hey Gin, is everything ok?" Hermione said standing up and walking towards Ginny.

"Yea," Ginny didn't stop staring at the wall "An owl came for you by the way, here you go." Ginny handed her a scroll.

Hermione was slightly concerned by Ginny's odd behavior, but preceded to open the scroll. It was addressed to Hermione Jean Granger. And it had a seal from the Ministry of Magic. Hermione glanced up at Ginny who was still staring at the wall, and had this face that made it look like she was thinking exceedingly hard, but couldn't figure out what she wanted to figure out. She looked back to the letter.

Dear Miss Hermione Jean Granger,

The Ministry has recently released a law stating that any wizard or witch between the ages of 18-40 who were not already married or had an engagement registered through the ministry were to be matched to another wizard/witch in the same country. If you were engaged without being registered please come to the ministry within 2 days of receiving this letter with your fiancé. A packet of information has been attached with this letter with the name of your match an information on who your match is, along with a photo. Good luck to you in your marriage.

~The Minister of Magic

Hermione stood there for a moment stunned with the information just given to her. She looked for a packet, but there wasn't one in sight

"Um…Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"Did you get one of these scrolls?"

"Yes."

"Is that what you're so phased about?"

"Somewhat."

"Okay…new question, where is my packet?"

"Mum took it."

"Why?" Hermione was extremely confused now

"She took all of our packets. By the way she said after we read our scrolls to come down to lunch."

"Okay….guess we should go to lunch then."

The two girls made their way out of the bedroom, one very confused, and the other very phased. The walked down to the kitchen where everyone was sitting at the table waiting for them. They sat down. Everyone was very tense at the table. Hermione looked around and saw Harry, Ron, Fred, George, and Charlie. Ginny and she were the only girls at the table. Ginny sat next to Harry, and Hermione next to Ron. Hermione could tell that under the table Harry and Ginny were holding hands.

The room was silent until Mrs. Weasley entered the room with the packets in her hands. The room erupted with noise. She shushed them all. She spread all the packets out on to the table. They all stared in silence at their future in the table in front of them.

"I checked them all," she said "You can open them, but Harry, Fred, Ginny, and Hermione come with me into the living room."

Hermione didn't understand why those four were being called into the living room. But they followed anyways, wishing they could open their packets. They stood in the living room waiting to be told something by Mrs. Weasley.

"Ginny, Harry. You two were not matched together, but you can go with Arthur to the Ministry to register it now. If you wish." They looked at each other and nodded, heading off with Mr. Weasley.

Fred and Hermione stood there, still wondering why they were there. Mrs. Weasley motioned for them to sit down, and they sat next to each other. It was very quiet other than the sound from the other room. They sat there for a while until Fred spoke up.

"Yea Mum, as fun as this is, just sitting here, but is there any chance that we could go back with everyone else?"

"Fred I don't want you to read this with everyone else in the room, but I can't quite say it!"

"Mrs. Weasley?" Hermione spoke up

"Yes Hermione?"

"Does this have anything to do with our matches?"

"Yes."

"Um," She asked "This may be a weird question, but did you pull us out because we were matched together?"

"…..Yes. Hermione, Fred you two have been matched together." Mrs. Weasley said

They sat there for a moment until Fred didn't want there to be anymore silence

"Wicked."

Hermione turned towards Fred her face all twisted. Then she ran upstairs. That earned Fred a smack on the head from Mrs. Weasley.