The great hall was in an uproar. Tables were flipped, flags burned, elves pitted against one another. The ministry had finally gone mad and the students of Hogwarts would no longer stand for the insanity. I stood atop a table, prepared to lead my troops to battle, my second in command -Ginny Weasly- right by my side. Across the room none other than Draco Malfoy mirrored my actions, Blaise Zabini by his side. Before either side could attack Dumbledore froze each side. My muscles were frozen in place, but my rage still burned through me.
"Now," the traitor spoke lightly, a strained smile on his wrinkled visage, "no need to be rash. It's merely a precaution. After each pair has a minimum of 3 children you'll be free to persue other interests. This is not a means to control you, but with sixty-nine percent of the wizard isng population destroyed after the second war there isn't much we can do. Tomorrow after breakfast 7th and 8th years will be screened and placed based on their potential for creating a magical child. Resistance is futile, those who refuse will be banished from the magical community. Or placed under the imperious...which ever is more convenient. So...welcome back to Hogwarts." With a wave of his wand order was restored, no flames, no destruction, and no house elves fighting like animals. "Let the feast begin." Food appeared before us just as we were released from our frozen states. The tables erupted with angry shouts, but they began to die as the reality sunk in. There was nothing we could do about it."
I shoved my plate away, causing the China to slam mercilessly into Ron's plate. He tore into a chicken leg with as much fury as I felt. By the end of the night I practically ran up the stairs the common rooms, first years be damned. I shouted the password at the fat lady and stormed to the Head Girl dorm. Ginny followed, waves of fiery locks chasing her as she took the stairs to my quarters.
"We have got to do something about this," she snarled. I forced my door open, not bothering with inspecting the room.
"My thoughts exactly Weaslette," I recognized that aristocratic drawl anywhere, but irritation was replaced by curiosity. Here sat the Slytherin prince in all his conniving glory. For once the bouncing ferret had a purpose. A sadistic grin broke across my features.
"So what's your plan."
He feigned surprise, "you assume I have a plan."
"I know you do you prat, now out with it." I insisted.
A delicious smirk played along his lips, "I say we storm the ministry, take the minister hostage, and demand that Hogwarts students be excused from the law. They're right, the population needs to be repopulated, but not by teenagers."
Ginny held an evil glint in her mahogany eyes as she nudged me, "go for it." She whispered. I looked him over. His platinum hair was styled to imitate the "just woke up" look. His grey eyes drooped lazily and he wore a crooked smirk. His long legs crossed over the other and he was leaning against the chairs back with so much nonchalance it was ridiculous. But beneath his shirt I could tell his muscles were , he was in enemy territory proposing we kidnap the minister of magic. I extended my hand to him. What did I have to lose? My parents were dead.
Wecrowded by the edge of the forbidden forest, all decked out in black. The plan was to ride off of campus two to a broom. Being the subpar flier I was I was paired with Malfoy. I knew he needed me to get into the ministry so I wasn't afraid to fall. Ginny was paired with Lovegood, Harry with Neville, Ron with Lavender, Blaise and Pansy, and so on.
Clutching Malfoys waist as he rocketed through the blanket of trees was an interesting experience. My hands rested on his lower abdomen, giving me a first class feel of his seeker abs. Harry and Ron were flanking either side with Crabbe and Goyle flanking them. The ride was long, but easy once it was clear to fly above the trees. Malfoy made easy conversation with Blaise about how he would use this as reference for his résumé of mishchief. Blaise was an Italian with melty chocolate skin, straight white teeth, and wavy short cut hair. His dark brown eyes were almost black but when ever they were caught in the moonlight it was just possible to discern grey flecks along the irises.
The ministry came into sight hours later and voices grew quiet. The reality of what we were about the do sinking in. Of course we wouldn't hurt him. After all Kingsley was our friend. He helped defeat Voldemort and for that we'd be forever grateful, just not grateful enough to take this sitting down. We took the ministry by storm, throwing a jelly legs curse at every official or security guard that came our way. The sounds of feet slamming against the tile was the only warning Kingsley had before we stormed his office and stole his wand. Crabbe and Goyle handled tying him up, while Malfoy paced the length of the floor in front of the minister. To anyone on the outside it was an attack of bitter death eater children exacting revenge, but Kingsley saw us as we were, terrified teens trying desperately to get a handle back on our lives. He saw us as a unit and upon that realization his face softened.
"Capturing me won't change the law," he informed us lightly.
"But holding you hostage might," Zabini growled.
"You can't control us!" Pansy shrieked, "we've been controlled our whole lives, told who to like, who to hate, who to be polite too...now that we finally thought we were free you go and take that all away from us!" Malfoy put a calming hand on her shoulder and with that I came forward.
"I implore you Kingsley modify the law! You can tell us who to love, you can't do this to us!" Before I could speak Malfoy interjected, anger twisting his pointed features, "you can't take our lives away. We fought for freedom just like Granger and Potter and it's the most amazing thing we have ever experienced. You can't take that away from us. I won't let you." He brandished his wand at the older wizard. I pushed back on his chest standing between the minister and the platinum haired wizard.
"Miss. Granger...we have all suffered loss. You, Malfoy, Parkinson, Potter...and I can't give any of you you special treatment because of a few moving words." His eyes said the rest, 'sorry'. I hadn't even realized that the imperious had been on my lips. It was Malfoy whose slender fingers plucked my wand from my hand.
From there it was chaos, the guards burst into the room and Kingsley was released. The crowd exploded, some trying to attack guards others trying to escape. I scanned the grounds for Harry or Ron and found them on the other end, Pansy mirroring my reaction. I saw Malfoy and Zabini lock eyes with Ron and Harry before I was dragged out of the building. It wasn't easy keeping up with either of them. Malfoy was easily six three while Zabini was a self proclaimed six two. My measly five feet and four inches couldn't keep up with the long strides of my taller companions. Without further contemplation Malfoy scooped me up and took the stairs three at a time. He lept off the last four, Blaise pulled ahead, cursing anyone in our way. I couldn't find Harry or Ron, but at one point I caught a flash of Pansy's bob. We were in the air before I knew it, racing through the trees, throwing curses at each turn. A wall of ministry workers appeared and before we could wave our wands they were gone. Shit.
"Hold on," Malfoy ordered. I did as told, then he did the unthinkable. He jumped off the broom.
So? It's atypical I must admit. I was going to make a basic marriage law fanfic but this is what happened. Review my loves. I'm also writing this on my phone between breaks at work so please forgive the awkward formatting. ?
