"Here we go again, I kinda wanna be more than friends. So take it easy on me, I'm afraid you're never satisfied." -Animal, Neon Trees
Alright I bet I know what you're thinking. Yes this is another hopeless author writing a fanfiction with one of her many favorite Harry Potter couple. Ok, I'm not hopeless I just have a dream couple. But can't a girl just live for once? Well I guess I should stop rambling and acctually write the story. I know we all know how the Marriage Law fanfics start. With a simple letter...
Dear Mr. Longbottom,
The Ministry would like to inform you about a new law that just passed. The law states that you must get married to your arranged spouse in two months time. The reason behind this is to bring hope into all the wizarding familes who have suffered great losses. Also we are hoping we could add more children to the wizard population.
Your arrange spouse is: Hermione Granger
We wish you luck and a marrige full of happiness. Have a wonderful marriage!
Maria Thompson
Department of Marriage and Couple Affairs
I stood there in shock. Me, Neville Longbottom, was arranged to marry Hermione Granger? The brightest witch of our age? The brains of the Golden Trio?
I turned and saw my gran looking at me oddly. I handed her the letter. When she was done reading she was smiling like a eleven year old getting their Hogwarts Acceptance letter.
Uncle Algie read it too and did the same thing. "Do you know what this means Neville?" Gran asked happily. I shook my head and she exclaimed "You're not going to die alone!" Oh how much I wished that woman would die. But she and Algie are the only two family I've got left. So, I guess another day.
I nodded and walked upstairs. I had to owl Hermione. Maybe we could meet up and sort this mess out.
I grabbed a quill and a peice of paper.
Dear Hermione,
Hey it's Neville. I guess you got the letter about the new Marriage Law the Ministry of Magic? Well I was wondering if you wanted to come and talk. Maybe we can sort this out.
-Neville
I quickly tied the letter to the owl's foot. It seemed thirlled to finally deliver mail, since it hadn't delivered a letter in months. The owl flew out the window and I sighed. "Hopefully she'll take this well." I muttered to myself, making my way down the short staircase.