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Hermione echoed the words and slipped the ring on his left hand. Her husband. She was married. Not by choice, but who really had a choice these days? Sure Harry had defeated You Know Who, but at a price. The wizarding world was in shambles, and the birthrate had gone down considerably. This is what prompted the minister of magic to instate the new marriage law. Any wizard between the ages of 17 and 50 had to wed, and of course Purebloods had their pick of the muggle borns. This was how after three weeks of fighting and many angry owls to the ministry Hermione found herself bound as husband and wife to Percy Weasley.
Percy escorted his new bride to his flat. He had set up the couch for her and the bed for him. He was proud of his choice, but not thrilled at having to marry. He wanted nothing more than to wait another five years and marry once he was made Minister of Magic. With this new law in place he was forced to pick a bride early. Thankfully his connections got him the most sought out woman: Hermione Granger. She was brilliant, witty and also pleasing to the eye. Percy knew that a marriage between them would secure his place in the ministry and help her out career wise as well. Unfortunately she did not see it his way and fought him tooth and nail the entire three weeks they were engaged. He was forced to threaten her with imprisonment before she conceded to walk down the aisle. He did not wish their marriage to be a power struggle. He wanted her to understand how it would help their careers.
"Will I ever get my own room?" she snapped.
Percy rolled his eyes, "Once we move into our new cottage next week you'll get your new room," he replied as if he was speaking to a child.
"I'm not eleven years old any more, Percy," she growled. "You can speak to me like the adult I am."
"Then act like it," he shot back as he slammed the door in her face.
That was mature she thought as she pulled on her nightshirt and pants. She lay on the couch and began to let the tears fall freely. Her life was over. Here she was not quite 21 and she was married to a pompous ass, She quickly wiped the tears and closed off her heart. This was marriage was never going to work. She would never let it.