Hey its my first Dramione fic…

Errm I know I havent been on Fanfiction for ages so for those people who are reading this and are awaiting an update on my other stories…I am very sorry it's not going to happen. I am not going to lie I just have lost interest and have run out of ideas. Again I am REALLY SORRY! I know how it feels like to be waiting on a story when the author never updates and its really frustrating and GRRRR.

Anyway I am hopefully going to finish this but I'll need your support so…. PLEASE REVIEW!

Summary: A marriage Law has been introduced in the wizarding world to help the population to rise and end the prejudice for good. So what if our favourite arch nemisis are paired up… One word CHAOS.

Rated: T

Genre: Humour/Romance

Disclaimer:

Me: YESSSS FINALLY I OWN HARRY POTTER HAHA I HAVE KILLED JK ROWLING… NOW All I HAVE TO DO IS DIE MY HAIR BLONDE AND LOOK OLD.

GHOST OF JK: I AM GOING TO HAUNT YOU FOREVERRRRR….Boo

ME: AHHHH A GHOST! (FAINTS)

MORAL OF THE STORY: Don't kill authors who own your favourite book just because you want it. It still doesn't mean you own it.

THE END

Hehe so on with the story…

Hermione POV:

"Peck, Peck, Peck"

I groaned and got out of bed, yawning and stretching as I made my way to the window. I could tell it was nearly noon which was surprising, but I guess the sleeping potion I took was very strong.

I opened the window and an owl flew in dropping a letter onto the table then flying right back out again. I picked up the envelope.

"Erghhh, another letter from the ministry what do they want NOW!" I yelled throwing the letter onto the table and storming to the bathroom. After doing the normal morning routine, I stomped to the table and opened the letter whilst making some coffee and trying to tame my hair. You would think after 21 years of living your bushy hair would somewhat calm down but nooo it had a mind of its own. It sometimes calmed down a bit but that on lucky days or after using about 10 beauty spells. Ron sometimes joked that it reflected my personality. I sighed opening the letter.

Dear Hermione Granger,

We would like to thank you once again for your great efforts in the war. Your contribution made a big difference in defeating the Dark side. But the main concern of this letter as I am afraid is something completely different.

As you know it has been a long 3 years since the war and even though we succeeded in the end a lot was lost in the way. The wizarding population decreased by 40 % and so we have decided to introduce a new law of marriage.

This law states that anyone over the age of 20 will be matched up with another witch/wizard and then will be required to get married. Anyone in a relationship will not be split up, however they will be put under a spell to determine if they are telling the truth so anyone pretending will be put to justice. Anyone not in a relationship will be matched up looking at your personality and intelligence.

You will not be allowed to choose as purebloods will be matched up with either half bloods or muggleborns and vice versa. This will hopefully help to bring back the population to a reasonable amount and will decrease the feud between purebloods and others.

I hope you are ready to co-operate as people who disagree will be required to give up magic and for anyone with muggle parents will have any memory of magic erased and send there.

I sincerely hope you will agree as we don't want to lose such a bright and respected member of the wizarding community.

Your partner has been selected and will arrive at around 12:30 at your house. In other news there is also a ball to celebrate the 3 years of freedom from the dark Lord and you will be expected to attend with you partner. If you have any problems please contact the wizarding council.

Yours Sincerely,

Minister of Magic

"What the…THEY WANT ME TO GET MARRIED!"

Suddenly I felt dizzy, and could feel a major migraine coming. I stared at the clock which showed it was 12:25 nearly time for my 'future husband' to arrive.

I looked down and noticed I was still in my shorts and tank top. Then the bell rang.

'O well maybe I can scared him away' I thought.

Making my way over to the door I opened it looking up to see a tall blonde, with mesmerizing silver orbs. My breath hitched as I tried to register all these thoughts into my head.

"Hey Granger…or should I say future Mrs Malfoy,"

Bang!

"Ow Granger, you're heavy you know…"

Everything faded to black.

Thanx for reading this far. Please review I really need some help. Constructive Criticism Appriciatated. And I am looking for a Beta if anyone interested...Well Bye

Shazz xxx