Unexpected Love
Disclaimer: I don't and won't ever claim to own familiar characters. Everything is
JK Rowling.
Ok so this is my first FF, well kinda... I read this story and it was discontinued on FF because of personal reasons of the author and all there was, was 2 chapters however the author said that we can use the chapters and add on too them I have made some minor changes so the 1st and 75% of the 2nd chapter are not mine although everything else is mine. Now to the Fan-fiction...enjoy
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Chapter One:
It wasn't a rare occurrence for me to be called into my boss, Mr. Wilson's office. Especially since I was sent here to New York to become the Co-Editor in Chief of The Daily Prophet. When I came, the paper was about to be shut down and no respectable witch or wizard dared to read it. Three years of hard work later, my Co and I made it so everyone wanted to read the news.
So like countless times before, I confidently strode past Wilson's secretary Glenda, who for some reason gave me a pathetic excuse for a fake smile. Glenda was always mad at me about something and openly showed her distaste. I opened the door without a second thought and without knocking to announce my presence.
Unlike past meetings, the chair behind Wilson's desk wasn't occupied by Wilson, but by my old Hogwarts classmate Terry Boot. Strangely, my boss was standing by his bookshelves along one wall and my Co-Editor and the bane of my existence Draco Malfoy was in the lone chair in front of the desk.
"Draco. Terry. What a lovely surprise to see you both!" I exclaimed, not missing a beat. "I thought you weren't coming to this meeting Draco. Especially since you said having an advice column was a waste of space." I shot him a look of extreme unlike.
Terry gave Malfoy a look and the latter smirked back. He then stood up and surprisingly pulled me into a tight hug. "Play along," he whispered when I tried to push him away. And before I could whisper back, he placed his lips on mine for a short but passionate looking kiss.
"Sorry fellas for the public display of affection. I just haven't seen my lovely fiancé since we left our flat this morning." I had to stop my eyes from bugging out when he said 'fiancé' and in my startled state, I let Malfoy pull me over to the chair to sit on his lap. "Now fill Hermione in on what you were telling us, Boot."
"I am here as an officer from the Department of Marriage and Family Relations. Now, normally I deal with cases involving the maltreatment of children and abused spouses—the magical equivalent of Muggle Social Services. However, we recently became aware to the fact that children aren't being born and people aren't getting married. Take your friend Ronald Weasley. He and Cho Chang have been dating for four years and have been living together for three. We called them in for an interview and when I mentioned the idea of marriage Cho laughed. 'Why would we marry if this is working out now? Marriage is so traditional and outdated.' And sadly, dozens agree with this sentiment."
"No offence Boot, but can you make your point?" Malfoy asked rudely, running his hand up and down my thigh.
"My point is that the wizarding population is declining. Like I said, couples aren't marrying, more birth control potions and spells are being created, and people are moving out of the country." He pointedly looked at the two of us. "Those native to England who are not engaged or married are now required to return and marry an arranged spouse. Those engaged are required to be married by an official from the Ministry within the year of being informed of the new law. Those married are required to become pregnant within a year unless health or other circumstances arise."
My mouth was hanging open. "That's absolutely barbaric! Forcing people to marry and have children!"
"Well desperate times call for desperate measures. I came here today to inform you two of the new law and to give you your prospective arrangements. You, Hermione, would be married to Seamus Finnagan. He has asked us to inform you of your responsibilities as a wife—you are expected to give up your career and become a housewife and take care of the children." He ignored my indignant snort. "You, Malfoy, would be with Astoria Greengrass. Your duties will involve bringing in the family income. However, since you two are engaged, your wedding must occur before next July." He looked sternly at us. "You two are engaged right?"
"Well of course we are," I said, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"It seems pretty unbelievable considering your relationship at school. And committing fraud is punishable by a year in Azkaban and a hefty fine."
"Relationships change and working together on the Prophet is what made us fall in love. We were actually planning our wedding for the end of June," Malfoy replied, lacing his fingers with mine. "So you can go report that to the Ministry and find Finnagan and that pathetic excuse for a woman new spouses."
Terry sucked in air and was about to respond, but Mr. Wilson cut him off. "If you are done here, Mr. Boot, then can you leave us to ourmeeting? We have to send our the Sunday Edition by 6:00."
Terry stood up and darkly stated, "I'll come and check on you two periodically to see how wedding plans are coming along." He then apparated away.
The second he was gone Malfoy dumped me on the floor to which Wilson laughed at. "Well aren't you two in a pickle?"
"We would've been sent back to England by now if you hadn't of warned me John," Malfoy replied. "I'd rather marry Granger than Greengrass."
"Um, excuse me, but you two planned this?" I said, standing up with an indignant expression on my face.
"John owled me as soon as he got flooed by Boot. He knew the fist of the meeting because he had a similar one with the Australian Ministry. Remember Carly?"
I nodded in understanding. Carly, one of our sports writers, had been required to return to Australia for at least a year because of population issues. "So your first thought was to announce our engagement?"
"I'm sorry, but would you rather have to marry Finnagan? Who owns a bar? And the man who blows his eyebrows off whenever he picks up a wand?"
I laughed at all the memories that his last statement brought up. "It would sure be entertaining."
Just then, Glenda's voice filled the room. "Mr. Wilson? Terry Boot will be returning in two minutes. He has a question from the Ministry."
Wilson turned to us. "I'll go meet him. It would be a smart idea to appear loving when we return. That lap ordeal was fooling no one, considering Hermione's uncomfortable expression."
"Oh Malfoy!" I cried. "What are we going to do?"
"It would be a smart idea to call me Draco, Hermione. And we do exactly as he said."
"What the heck does that mean!" I exclaimed.
But Malfoy showed me exactly what he meant. He pulled me to him, pushed his hand into my hair, unbuttoned my top three buttons on my shirt with the other, and molded his lips to mine.