Chappy One

Hermione's P.O.V.

It was the summer before her seventh year. She was staying at the burrow with Ginny, Ron, and Harry. They were at the breakfast table when the owls arrived.

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Dear Ms. Granger,

We hereby call all sixth through seventh years to a meeting the Thursday before school starts at Hogsmeade; Noon sharp. This year we have an important announcement to make. So we encourage you not to be late.

We will not be naming Heads or Prefects yet. You will find out why at the meeting.

Thank you for your time.

Sincerely,

The Hogwarts Staff

"What!" My mouth dropped open. "They're not naming Heads right now?! This isn't fair!"

"Well, we will find out soon. Isn't tomorrow Thursday anyway?" Ginny piped up.

"Yeah. I guess I can wait 24 hours." I sighed.

Tomorrow--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"C'mon children. Into the fireplace. We'll use floo powder." Molly Weasley told the three children that were going.

Half an hour later we arrived at Hogsmeade. They followed the crowd to one of the local Pubs.

"Now that we have everyone here," Dumbledore started. "We have an unfortunate announcement. As you all know, Voldemort is dead. Some Purebloods are out for revenge. The bad part about this-is they are targeting half-bloods and muggle-borns. To solve this problem, The ministry of magic has created a law saying all purebloods that are of the age 16-24 must marry a different blood type then their own." Many gasp were heard through the room. "There are rules to the marriage though. You must have a physical relationship with your partner twice a month. The ministry has ways to know if you are following this rule AND if you are doing it with the correct partner." Some people were appalled by this rule. Others were giggling with joy. "There is one last rule. The female must be pregnant within your first year of marriage. Who you are married with was based off your personality and academic level. Professor McGonagall will hand out your ministry letters. After that you are free to leave." Dumbledore finished his announcement and many students were protesting against this law, but my hand shot in the air.

"Yes Ms. Granger?"

"Who are the Heads?" I asked praying it was me.

"Due to this situation, there will be no Heads or Prefects." I dropped my jaw in awe. Then another question popped in my head.

"Where will we be living with our "Partners"?" Everybody was silent.

"We have added two new dorms to Hogwarts for our married couples. When you get your ministry letter, you will get a letter from Hogwarts explaining more details.

McGonagall started passing out letters. I opened the Ministry one first after I got mine.

Dear Ms. Granger,

We are proud to inform you that you have been matched with an excellent pureblood. Within one month you must marry a Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy. Thank you for your cooperation.

Sincerely,

The Minister of Magic

Hermione shocked dropped the letter.

"Hey Mione, who do you have to marry?" Ron said picking up the letter. "Oi! Harry! Mione has to marry the ferret!"

"What?!" Harry grabbed the letter from Ron. He was about to argue. I didn't feel like bickering with them over my "partner". So I changed the subject.

"Who did you get Ron?" As soon as I asked, he blushed.

"Lavender Brown." I suppressed a giggle. "What about you Harry?"

"Ginny." Harry mumbled.

"NO WAY! YOU ARE NOT, I repeat, NOT MARRYING MY SISTER!" Ron stood up causing his chair to fall over.

"Ron sit down! I can't help who the ministry paired me with."

"Fine." Ron sat down not pleased. McGonagall then decided to start talking.

"If you would please understand-school starts in a week and a half. You must be married before the term starts. I suggest you start mingling with your partners."