Okay, I know marriage law fics are horrendously over done, but I noticed there were hardly any Harry Hermione ones. So I took it upon myself to write one.

I also know that I already have a story in progress, but I solemnly swear that I'll keep up with both. Or attempt to.

I don't own Harry potter. Or The idea of a marriage law fic. But I own a lovely sewing box with flowers on, so at least I own something.

The square table was crowded, with mix-matched chairs surrounding it, all close together, but nobody complained as they usually all did. Everybody had other things on their minds. One thing in particular, was sitting in a pile in the middle of the Weasley kitchen table. Hermione glanced around at all of the nervous faces around her, none taking their eyes off the pile. Ginny was practically in Harry's lap and they were holding hands. Ron had been biting the same nail for so long; Hermione doubted there was any nail actually left. She sighed heavily and looked up to Mrs Weasley helplessly.
"Mrs Weasley, please? Maybe you should just read them all out..." She pleaded with the older woman who nodded quickly, glancing around to make sure everybody was in agreement. A hand reached slowly for the pile. She seemed to take forever to open the first envelope, but that was probably just Hermione's nerves. The envelopes contained a second letter from the ministry. The first had told them that due to the losses in the war, a marriage law had been put in place. The second would tell them their future spouses.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley,

As you are aware, a new law has been enforced to help repopulate the wizarding community..." Molly must have noticed the impatient faces around her as she skimmed the rest of the letter, stopping at the last line. "Fertility and personality tests have led us to our decision. Two children must be conceived within the allocated five years. You have been paired with...Hannah Abbott. Do you know her dear?" Ron nodded and put his hands in his face. His mother patted his shoulder gently and picked up the next envelope in the pile. This continued much in the same pattern, Mrs Weasley reading the letter, and getting a reaction of some sort, then moving on to the next.
"Charlie dear, you have Rachel Vine. She works with you in Romania, doesn't she?" Charlie nodded and let out a sigh of relief, he knew the girl well and they had flirted often at work. She couldn't be that bad.
"Bill, it says you and Fleur must have two children within five years." Her son nodded, and she continued down the pile.
"George, you have Angelina. Isn't that lovely dear?" George had been dating Angelina for a little over a month now.
"Percy, you'll be marrying a girl named Audrey Sanchez. From Italy. We'll write to her later, and start arranging for you to meet her,
Ginny dear you have... Lee Jordan." This stirred quite the reaction. Ginny leapt from Harry's arms and grabbed the letter from her mother, reading it for herself. George looked completely baffled; one of his best friends would be marrying his little sister. The sister in question dropped the letter and flounced from the room, appalled that she wouldn't be marrying Harry. Mrs Weasley cleared her throat before picking up Harry's letter. She pulled the parchment free from the envelope and unfolded it, skimming through the text. She gasped upon finding the name and looked up,

"Harry, you're going to be marrying... well, you'll marry Hermione."

Everybody reacted to this letter. Mr Weasley smiled at Hermione and Harry, patting Ron's shoulder sympathetically. Mrs Weasley couldn't help but grin. Sure, Ron had hoped to be marrying Hermione but if she was honest, she didn't think it would ever work, they argued too much. Ron stood and looked at Harry with such rage and with such a look of betrayal; anyone would think Harry had planned the whole thing. George winked at Harry before attempting to sit Ron back down, which he failed, and Ron stamped out in much the same was his sister had. Hermione and Harry simply stared. They stared at the letter, at Mrs Weasley, at the door where Ron had just left, and at each other.
Hermione coughed awkwardly before standing and leaving the room, heading upstairs to the room she shared with Ginny.

Knocking softly before opening the door, Hermione crossed the room and sat next to Ginny, on the far edge of her bed. The red-headed girl was sitting cross-legged, with an old photo album open on her knee. She had it opened to a page with two pictures, one of her and Harry and the other of the twins with Lee Jordan, before the war. She knew Ginny was looking at the photograph of Lee, winking and grinning, but Hermione simply stared at the one of Harry. He looked so happy with Ginny, so carefree. But that was all going to be taken away by this stupid law.

"Ginny I'm not sure how you'll take this so I'm just going to come right out with it." She waited for the younger girl to look up and nod before breathing in and telling her, "I have to marry Harry." Ginny carried the same face Ron had at this piece of information and stood up, tears springing to her eyes.
"But I love him! Not you! Why would they do this to me? I'm too young to marry, so if I have to, why can't I marry him?" Hermione simply stood and gaped at Ginny's outburst, until she grabbed Hermione and pushed her out of the room. "I bet you're loving this, aren't you?" Hermione didn't get a chance to deny it, as the door was slammed in her face. Hermione's mind travelled back to the photo. Could Harry ever be that happy with her? It wasn't like she had never considered Harry in that way. There had been several moments during the war when she thought maybe something would happen, but it never did. She was sure he wanted to kiss her in the tent after they had danced, but he was with Ginny. She was practically with Ron. Ron. How was she going to get Ron to understand? Hermione Granger could safely say in that moment that she hated the ministry with everything she had. Why would they force schoolchildren to marry and conceive children? Admittedly, had it not been for the war, her Ron and Harry would not be school children still, but still, it was ridiculous.

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