A/N: Okay, so basically I saw this challenge, but I was too late to write anything for it. I thought it was an interesting concept, so I decided to write it anyway. It's interesting, because I made it between Ron and my OC, but later there's a bit of Ron/Hermione. Anyway, I'll try to be posting regularly. Enjoy!

Rating: K+ for now for minor swearing in later chapters.

"Right, has everyone got a letter?" Professor McGonagall asked. The Great Hall murmured dully.

Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, and Lily "Scout" Marshall sat around the Gryffindor table. Ron was hyperventilating, Hermione was Lamaze breathing, Harry was sweating and Scout was grasping her hair and scowling.

"I. Hate. This." She muttered. The four murmured in assent. The owls had arrived moments before, carrying their marriage letters. Harry had started sweating violently when Hedwig had dropped near him, carrying the envelope. Ron had started hyperventilating when Pig had flew into his porridge, and Hermione had downright screamed when a tawny owl had dropped into her toast. Scout's heart had started pounding faster than she thought was possible when her gray owl, Private, had dropped near her carrying her own letter. She had miserably took it from his beak and stroked his feathers absentmindedly as he nibbled her toast.

"Ronald Weasley, stop that, you'll break something." Hermione snapped sharply. Ron didn't stop.

"Hermione- you don't understand! I could be paired up with Loony Lovegood!" He whispered, still hyperventilating.

"Ron, shut up! We're not handling well ourselves." Harry said, sweating even more.

Millions of faces ran through their heads... Scout's head swam with names. Seamus. Dean. Neville. Malfoy. Goyle. Ernie. George. Lee. Oh God- what if she was paired with Harry? She sighed. She wished Thomas wasn't a squib- he was her closest friend.

"Right. You all may open them in three...two... ONE!"

Sounds of envelopes ripping sounded in the great hall. Scout ripped open her own, took a deep, miserable breath, and looked at the paper.

Dear Miss Marshall,

As you know, due to the overwhelming amount of wizards and witches lost in the Battle of Hogwarts, the Ministry of Magic decided to take upon a Marriage Law. Fortunately, you are eligible, as you are in the ages between 17 to 30.

We are delighted to inform you that you are to wed Ronald Weasley. Your wedding shall take place on June 1st, which is 1 month from now. You are to conceive a child within one year of marriage. If you are to object to the marriage, you will have your wand destroyed and you will be banished from the magical world.

Best wishes,

Ministry of Magic

The hall was alive with sounds of delighted surprise and enraged wailing. One girl had jumped onto the Slytherin table and downright screamed.

Scout pressed her forehead against the table. Ron. Ron? RON? As in her BEST FRIEND RON?

"A- a child-" Hermione whimpered. Scout turned.

"Wh-who'd you get?" She whispered miserably.

Hermione was panicked. "N-Neville." She whispered, horrified.

Scout smiled weakly. "Hey, I'll trade you."

"Why? Who-"

Hermione was interrupted after this by Harry's excited muttering. "Who'd you get, Harry?" Hermione inquired sadly.

He lifted his head happily. "Ginny. Amazing luck, huh?" He answered. "Why? Who'd you get?"

"Neville." Hermione answered. Harry gaped. They both turned to Scout.

"R-Ron." Scout muttered, not looking at them. They both gaped even harder, if it was possible.

"RON?" Hermione whispered, truly horrified now. Scout nodded grimly. She turned to look upon her future husband, who had fainted.

Harry walked over to Ron and pointed. "As in this Ron?" He asked. Scout nodded. "Blimey..." Harry said. "You- and Ron-married-child..."

Scout gasped miserably. "CHILD?" She screamed, and she fainted. A couple people turned, and a few minutes later Hagrid, who was coming by with a wheelbarrow full of unconscious students, gently lifted her and Ron into the wheelbarrow and departed to pick up some unconscious Hufflepuffs.

"They're going to make a great couple." Hermione observed, and Harry smirked.