Inspired by A Match Made In High School by Kristin Walker.
Period: Post-War, Hogwarts starting again.
Not really DH compatible.
A dramione fanfiction.

I've got a recipe
It's for disaster
Because that's all I see in my near future

She felt like she was lying down on clouds; all soft and fluffy. The cold wind blowing at her yet there were sweat beads trailing down her neck. She finally opened her eyes.

"Hermione! Are you alright?"
"Ron, she's on the hospital bed. What do you think, dimwit?"
"Oh shut up, Gin. As her loving boyfriend, I was just concerned!"

Hermione heard a gagging sound and suddenly, reality came crashing. The bed was hard and springy. The cold wind was from Ron fanning her with the Daily Prophet and her whole body was aching.

Hermione sat up (with aid from Ron) and massaged her temple.

"Urgh, what happened? I feel terrible."

When she realized that she would not be getting an answer, she continued, "Oh I had the funniest dream! I dreamt that McGonagall was the new head mistress and she carried out this programme for seventh years. She said, since most of our parents are no longer alive, no one can teach us how to be independent and good parents in the future!"

Hermione could not believe her own words. She snorted.

"So the programme was that we would be paired up; a girl and a boy and randomly, of course. We have to go through a married couple's life and take care of a baby. This programme would be graded and will be part of our year-long curriculum. And that isn't the most bizarre-st part yet," She choked back her laughter. "My 'husband' is Malfoy!"

She could not hold her laughter any longer. She rolled on the bed and laughed like nobody cared.

She looked at her friends and they were giving her nervous laughter. Her head may still be spinning but she would never have missed the glances Harry, Ron and Ginny exchanged. Her face became serious. The boys took a step back and shove Ginny towards the bed.

"Oh, fuckers! Okay, I didn't see it first hand but from what I heard from -" Turned abruptly towards Harry and Ron, "-THEM-" turned back to Hermione, "-is that therereallyisamarriageprogrammeandthatdickheadreallyisyourpartner. And that you fainted."

Hermione's eyebrows rose. "Okay i fainted, but I didn't catch what's before that."

Ginny took a deep breath.

"There reallyisamarriageprogrammeandthatdickheadreallyisyourpartner,"

Hermione shook her head, "Not helping Gin,"

"THERE REALLY IS A MARRIAGE PROGRAMME AND THAT DICKHEAD REALLY IS YOUR PARTNER!"

Realizing that she had screamed in Hermione's face, woken up the other patients, had Madam Pomphrey running in and had shouted the word DICKHEAD, her face turned as bright as her hair and she sunk herself into the chair next to Hermione's bed.

Hermione's back stiffened and her eyes widened as she stoned.

Ron decided to man up and sat next to Hermione. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Mione, baby, it's all right. Don't worry, if he ever put a toe out of line, I'll kick his furry ferret arse, Harry will make him cry and Ginny will shave his pretty white hair bald,"

"So it's true then? That dream?"

"I'm afraid it is,"

"And the wedding ceremony is tomorrow morning," Harry added.

Hermione's face turned pale with a shade of green. Before long, the hospital wing and corridors were buried with her screams.

This is the first chapter of my story. I know it is pretty short. It is more of an introduction/prologue actually. Of course, it is going to be Dramione fanfic! Duhh!

This is my first fanfiction. So I may not be that good .

But nevertheless, please review!

Song: Recipe for Disaster by A Change of Pace