Authors Notes: Okay, this is the first fan fiction I've written in a while. And just so everyone knows, I'm taking all of my other fan fictions down because they weren't really right, and they weren't written to my standard. I've learned a lot about writing in the past few months, as I've been working on my own novel, which is currently titled Welcome to Blairwood. It was difficult to get to this point in my writing, because I've gone through many plot ideas and characters. When I began, I wrote two chapters, and then I threw them out because they just weren't right.
Anyway, I got the idea for this Fan Fic while I was sitting in French class, eighth period today. I've always been interested in the idea of a Marriage Law type story, and I decided to write my own. I hope you all enjoy, and review!
This is a revised post of the original first chapters of My Husband: My Enemy.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter, or it's characters, and ideas. However, I do own my character Aubree Blake, the protagonist in Welcome to Blairwood, a novel that I am working on in my free time.
The Minister of Magic stepped hesitantly up to the platform. He was making an address to the entirety of Wizarding London today, regarding the highly disputed law that had been passed by the Ministry just that same morning.
"Good afternoon," The Minister spoke clearly, and his voice was amplified with a simple charm. "This morning a new law was passed, regarding marriage of young witches, and wizards." The Ministers assistant handed him a parchment scroll. He began to read aloud to the people before him.
By order of the newly instated Marriage Council. As the numbers of children being born with magical abilities is beginning to decrease, the Marriage Law is being enforced. The Marriage Counsel will be matching unmarried witches and wizards, ages 17-35, based on blood purity, magical ability, physical appearance, mental health, and family background. Each married couple will have to produce at least three magical children. Couples cannot ask for an annulment or divorce until their youngest child has graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Spouse abuse will not be tolerated, and will be punished by a sentence to Askaban for 5 years or more. Spouse abuse will be the only reason for divorce or annulment before the youngest child graduates. Refusal to partake in this act will be identified as a crime, and is punishable by Law. All Spouse groupings can be accessed by flooing to the Marriage Council offices, on the fifth floor of the Ministry of Magic.All marriage arrangements must be made by January 1st
Ginevra Weasley was watching the minister speak solemnly. She had just graduated Hogwarts, and she was seventeen. This law applied to her. She was going to have to marry someone she didn't even like. She shook her crimson hair, and turned away. As she walked her purple robes billowed behind her. She pushed though the thick crowds of people in the small street. She was looming closer to the Leaky Cauldron.
She entered the stuffy pub, and walked to the fire place. She reached into her pocket to pull out a bag of a green powder. She took a small amount from the back and stepped into the fireplace.
"The Ministry of Magic!" She said assertively, throwing the powder. Soon she was quickly moving past other fire places, until she reached one of the many fireplaces at the entrance of the Ministry of Magic. She walked shortly to the large receptionists desk in the middle of the large marble room.
"Hello, I'm here to view the Marriage Council's list of parings." She said to a round receptionist.
"Name?" The woman asked passively.
"Ginevra Molly Weasley. I am seventeen." She said, knowing what the next question would be. The woman held up a card for her, and she made her way to the elevator. Inside there were many young people, probably here doing the same thing she was.
Draco Malfoy had known about the Marriage Law for almost two weeks now. He had not known, however, who he was going to marry. His father wouldn't tell him. Draco knew his father had a hand in who he was marrying though. Whenever Draco asked about it, his father replied, "You do not need to worry now. I have made sure you are marring a very pretty pureblood girl."And Draco stopped asking questions. He waited until this day, when the Marriage Council would assign spouses.
Draco felt something bump into him, as he exited the crowded elevator. "Sorry," A voice said, before walking off, to the Marriage Council's offices. He saw how beautiful she was. This woman looked familiar to him. Irregardless, he continued his way to the office, following this pretty young woman.
Ginny reached the office, which had few people inside. The community was probably waiting to argue the law before they went to see who they'd marry. She opened the door, and walked straight ahead to a long wooden counter. A smiling woman was sitting on a high stool behind it.
"Good afternoon!" She said brightly. "How may I help you today?" She asked politely. Ginny pulled the card she had been given out of her pocket, and handed it to the woman.
"Ah," The woman hummed. She stood up, and left to go get something. When she returned, she had a yellow folder. She pulled out a piece of paper from within. "Ginevra Molly Weasley," She began to read, "Age 17, informally engaged to marry Draco Malfoy, age 18." For a moment, Ginny thought her heart had stopped.
The young red headed woman led Draco to the place he needed to be. He waited patiently while the girl was assigned her spouse. And when he heard the woman's name, he did a double take. Maybe I should get my hearing checked. He thought. But the he looked again. Red hair, short stature, but that's impossible. Ginny Weasley was never this . . . gorgeous when I was in Hogwarts with her. He turned away and looked, once again. Weaslette filled out nicely.
And suddenly there was a crash. Draco, out the alternate reality his mind had created, looked down at the floor. Ginny Weasley, in all of her glory, had fainted in the marriage office after learning the name of her partner. Well, that bloke will sure have a handful with that one. He stepped over her unconscious form, and handed the woman his card. She stared at him for a moment.
"Well come on, I don't have all day." He barked at her. She blinked slowly, and held up the same paper she showed the Weaslette only moments ago.
"Draco Malfoy, age 18, informally engaged to Ginevra Molly Weasley, age 17. You might want to get a Medi-Wizard for your faience." And in another second Draco Malfoy was lying unconscious on the floor with his soon to-be-wife.
A/N: This is a revised post of the first chapter. Comments I've been reciving recently, and though my own rereading of this chapter have caused me to realize that it was very rough and needed improvement. I hope this is better!