The letter, which would decide everything, landed in front of Hermione. The time had come that will determine her future. This could mean a life with a Death Eater or a life with someone familiar. Depending on who was first to write to the Ministry.
With shaking hands, she opened the envelope and took out the hated paper. This was her end or a new beginning.
Sighing she unfolded it and glanced at the elegant writing of a Ministry employee. There it was.
, Cormac McLaggen '
He had asked, in the new Marriage Law of the Ministry, for her hand. Damn. It was even worser than a Death Eater.
A short drabble that has occurred to me spontaneously. ;)