Due to the amount of wizards and witches lost during the battle against you-know-who, the Ministry of Magic have decided that it is time to reinforce a marriage law. All witches over the age of 16 will have 6 months time to choose a suitable husband. If these witches do not however choose a husband, the ministry of magic will choose one for this witch. If any witch or wizard older then 16 refuses to marry, his or her wand shall be snapped and he or she shall be banned from the wizard world. The witch shall be expected to conceive a child within 5 months of the marriage. Additional information will be sent to those whom request it. Please owl the ministry with your questions and comments.
Thank you,
Corneilius Fudge
Hermione paced back and forth from her bed to her window muttering all sort of curses that wouldn't be appropriate to say in front of a pirate. You see she hadn't planned for this to happen. Everything in her life had mostly been of plans. She planned ahead in time in how to meet her new friends. She planned how long she would study each day. And she planned that she wouldn't be married before she was 25. If she couldn't find anyone by the time she was 35, she would just dig herself more into her work and settle down at night with her cats. But this letter was nearly as horrifying as if it was a letter informing her that she flunked her O. W. L. S. She had just been told she needed to get marry someone soon or be forced to marry a total stranger. Hermione sighed, this was definitely not going to be a good day.
One week later at the burrow
"Hermione would you please come downstairs for a second, dear?"
Mrs.Weasly's voice rang through the old and worn halls of the burrow. Hermione got up from her seat on the comfortable couch and put her book down. From the moment she walked into the kitchen she suspected something was wrong or something serious was happening from the looks that Mrs.Weasly held on her face.
"What's wrong?"
Hermione asked as she sat down at the kitchen table. Mrs.Weasly took Hermione hand into her own.
"Hermione, you know about the new marriage law right?" Hermione nodded not really seeing where she was going with this.
"Well, since you're not currently seeing anyone we've decided that it would best to ask one of my boys to marry you."
Hermione sat up straight in shock
"Mrs.Weasly I couldn't possibly-"
"No, Hermione, it's the right thing to do. Even if you didn't marry them someone else they didn't know very well would be forced to. I know it would be strange for a while but you could get used to it at least until this new law is proven to be foolish nonsense."
Hermione nodded, it did seem like a good thing. But who would she marry? Ron had Luna. Bill had Fleur. Percy had Penelope. Charlie had Diana. And George had Alicia. There was only one brother left and that was...
"FRED! I going to marry Fred!"
Mrs. Weasly nodded.
"I've already asked him and he seemed fine with it. You've got to make your choice. Do you want to marry Fred or take your chances in marrying a stranger?" Mrs.Weasly seemed to be keened on marrying her away. Hermione thought about the arrangement. Fred would let her have her space. She could apply for a job. And all though the joke shop was still pointless to her, it was making quite a bit of money. They could move in together at the end of her seventh year.
"I.. Guess I'll marry Fred."
The words were so strange and weird to her. Mrs. Weasly clapped her hands together. " Well, that's settled! How about some pancakes dear? Oh and I'll owl Fred right away so he can come by today and talk about your living and wedding arrangements! Oh this marriage law is wonderful! All my babies getting married and I'm going to be a grandmother soon!"
Hermione stared at Mrs. Weasly, she had just made a VERY important decision in her life and all she could say is if she wanted pancakes? Well, okay she did want them but that's beside the point...
A.N- I dunno if this is any good. But I'm crossingfingers. If I get good reviews I'll proably contiune.
Gloria