A.N. Ok this is my attempt at a SSHG. I am a huge fan of it. This will also be a MLC fic. Because those are the shiznit! If this is anything like any of the others out there I'm sorry, but there are so many out there it is rather impossible for all of them to be different.
Disclaimer: I am not a rich british white chick that is richer than the queen of england, need I say more?
Tomorrow it may change
Chapter 1
rules were not always made to be broken
I watched as the letter fell out of my hand and onto the banks of the lake. I put my knees up to my chest and held them to me with my arms. The tears leaking their way down my cheeks were slowly multiplying. I wondered why. What monster could do this by signing one paper? Who would want to? So many lives ruined for the sake of preserving arace that was desecrated by the very people who forced this law.
To fill you in on the current events, that great pig Fudge had passed a law forcing Muggleborns and Purebloods to marry.
I just received the letter saying I was to be receiving my list of suitors within 24 hours.
I don't want to marry this early. I've just graduated. Literally this morning. I was staying at hogwarts though, I'm coming on as an apprentice to Minerva Mcgonegall. I had everything planned out, then this happened.
I got up, picked up the letter, and trudged my way back to the almost empty castle. All the while dreading the list that would inevitably arrive. I would have to choose one man from all the ones on the list. To me it was a matter of who would keep me safe, who would let me keep my spot at hogwarts, and who I could maybe fall in love with. I guess that was my main problem. I was a girl out of love. If I were in love I could have eloped before the law was fully passed. But no man had been able to "handle me" as harry and ron put it.
Truthfully, no man had been able to spark my intellect and leave me with that feeling I liked to call 'swoonishy poppy swirly'. Basically meaning, You feel like you're gonna swoon, your leg pops when you kiss them, and your stomach is all swirling.
In my rooms I looked in the mirror at my puffy red eyes. Apart from the fact I had no acne as a teen, I was extremely average. Bushy brown hair that lightly calmed with age, hazel eyes that glimmered, and lips a little too wide to fit my features. I also had the lack of tan that belongs soley to us bookworms. I had a curvy figure. I had filled out over the past year. My breasts settled at a good full B, almost enough to be a C, but not quite. My ass was also a sight to see. I wasn't fat, but I was by no means a twig. Altough my stomach was smooth and flat. I had become, in short, average. Thats what I thought anyway.
I wondered silently while trying to read "Mysteries in Transfigurating the form" by Debargy Rummifs. It was supposed to be a very interesting read. But I was only on the second page. I set down the book giving in to the inevitable. I was thinking of the possible men who would actually want me. The Weasleys wouldbe on there. Molly would have made them. There were also the inevitable ex-deatheaters who would only want me to avenge what happened. None of these seemed appealing to me. I would of course thuroughly examin each prospect. Who knows maybe one of them would be decent.
I had finally setteled down my worrying at 11pm, and decided to go to bed.
I slipped under my warm, soft, covers, anticipating the sweet sleep that was about to come.
"scratch scratch" came on my window, I groaned and rolled over mumbling several obsinities along the way, wincing at the cold floor.
I opened the window and a ministry owl side stepped in, hooting at me with impatience. I took the letter from its stuck out leg
"bloody owls, stupid ass ministry, alright you, go, shoo!" I waved the bird out. I put the letter on my desk, and colapsed asleep. I could read it in the morning. Now was a time for sleep.