Title:A Marriage Made in...

AN: A different take on the WIKTT challenges out there.

Rating: Audiences over the age of 15

Pairing: MM/HJP

Disclaimer: Not mine.

The mood in the great hall was tense, as several 6th and 7th year students, along with some professors waited anxiously. The reason for their angst was Corneilius Fudge- Minister of Magic. He had decided, due to a potential population shortage, that all witches or wizards who were muggle born needed to marry a pureblood witch or wizard, to prevent a shortage of wizards. Fudge had also taken it upon himself to form a committee to determine which witches or wizards possessed a certain kind of power or talent. If so, they would be required to marry someone with similar abilities. All couples were required to produce a child within 15 months of marriage, and each couple had to be married within a month of their pairing. So far, Hermione was required to marry Professor Snape, and Neville Longbottom was to be married to Ginny Weasley.

All contemplation was shattered when a screech owl flew into the great hall, landing in front of Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. "Mr. Draco Malfoy, it seems as though you are to be married to Miss Millicent Bulstrode."

"At least she's a Slytherin and a pure blood." Draco remarked. Any further comments he may have had were cut off by the arrival of another owl. As Dumbledore read the parchment, his eyes widened and his eyebrows rose. He looked up at his audience and opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. He cleared his throat and tried again.

"As you all know, Professor McGonagall holds the title of 'Most Powerful Witch of our time'. Minister Fudge has decreed that she change her title to Professor McGonagall-Potter."

"Bloody Hell!" Ron exclaimed. "Harry mate, you've got to marry the professor."

"Um yeah, thanks for clearing that up Ron."

"Mr. Potter, here is your decree, you may be excused to find Professor McGonagall, and may I suggest that you go find some sort of flower, before you go."

"Yes sir, Thank you." Harry replied as he left the hall.

25 minutes later after explaining the situation to Professor Sprout, Harry had secured 3 peach roses, and was headed towards the transfiguration classroom.

"Hello Mr. Potter, what brings you here?" Minerva asked having looked up upon hearing the knock.

"These." He replied as he laid the flowers and decree upon her desk.

She picked up the decree. "I see" she replied after several long minutes. "And the flowers are for….." she trailed off and looked at Harry. "Um….so you don't hurt me." He responded.

"Why would you think that?" Minerva asked with a surprised look on her face.

"Oh you just don't seem like the type of person who reacts well to such news." Harry gulped.

"I'm ok"

"Are you sure? Professor, I don't mind." It was at this point that Harry decided that in this situation at least, honesty was the best policy. "If I'd had to choose someone older, I would have considered you. It could have been worse, I could have ended up with Loony Lovegood." He shuddered. "I like you professor. You're smart and I'm sure you'd be very nice if we didn't have you as a teacher" Harry continued.

Minerva held up her hand. "Stop Harry just…..stop. You don't have to pretend to flatter me. Would you mind leaving me alone to think for a little while?"

"Sure Professor." Before he could change his mind, he kissed Minerva on the cheek and left the room.

After he left, Minerva dropped her head into her hands. She was going to ruin Harry's life. Damn Fudge. He was going to ruin all of their lives.