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Title: Enforced Love

Rating: T

Word Count: 2167

Summary: After the war, Wizarding population is low, so the Ministry is enforcing marriages of their choice. George Weasley isn't too thrilled with the situation at hand, but he's prepared to make the best of it. Kira on the other hand, is struggling to find a way out of this. On top of all this, she's already got a boyfriend – and he isn't going to like the situation at all.

Warning/s: Minor coarse language.

Ship/s: Harry/Ginny, Hermione/Draco, Ron/Cho, Percy/Audrey, OC/George (also OC/Charlie).

Beta: None, all mistakes are my own and I take ownership of that.

Author's Note: I know that this plot has been done a few times, but I'd love to take my own crack at it and spin it my own way. I hope you guys like this!

- igiveyouallofme

Enforced Love

Prologue

Letters flew in from all directions, surrounding the Weasleys. Some landed in their plates and others on the ground. Only just recently, the Ministry had passed a law regarding the low population levels. They needed it settled, and they weren't going to wait for people to fall in love and have kids whenever they felt like it. So, they decided to pass a law where they choose two suited people to be together and within a year, they were to have kids.

The Ministry had a strict guideline to ensure their pairings were perfect. There was no room for error in the Ministry, they made sure of that. Every choice was handpicked, following a guideline to the T. Nothing was left to change.

Luckily, Harry had proposed to Ginny over a year ago and they were expecting a little one quite soon. They had found out he was a boy about a week ago and the couple had agreed to a name already. They hadn't told anybody as of yet but were hoping to soon.

Ginny and Harry Potter was exempted from the law that had just passed. They were confident in knowing that even if they weren't, they'd have been paired together. Ginny, however, was aware that her brothers, George, Percy, Ron and Charlie, weren't. She felt bad for them, knowing they'd never get to fall in love and experience what she got with Harry. Her hand slipped into her husband's, and she squeezed tightly.

The Weasleys had been waiting for this moment for a week, and they were all frightened. Nobody dared to move, scared to go anywhere near the letters.

"Watch your heads, kids!" Molly yelled as she tried to help the letters land safely on the kitchen table. She wasn't pleased with this new law, but she also knew that it could help them in some ways. She had a feeling that George would've moped about for the rest of his life and would never get married and have kids, just like his older brother Charlie. Except, Charlie tried to convince her that he was happy, but Molly didn't think so. She knew that they needed to find what she found with Arthur, all those years ago.

Love.

It makes the world go 'round, she used to say to her kids growing up.

"Ow," screamed Ron as his letter hit him on the head. He and Harry had only just gotten home from the Ministry. Their mission had ended rather early as they had settled the problem quite quickly. Hermione, however, was still at work but Ron had faith they were partnered together. "Don't worry, Ron," grinned Ginny, "They'd be crazy not to partner you with Hermione," she said. She was almost confident they'd be stupid not to partner them two together. They loved each other. It would be a happy occasion for them two to marry. Everybody was just waiting on Ron to propose. He was too nervous.

When the war had finished, and everything had begun to finally get their lives back on track, Ron had asked Hermione out and they'd been dating ever since. He was confident the Ministry was aware of this because he had never been too quiet about it. He grinned but his eyes swirled with worry, "Yeah, they would be," he mumbled as he fiddled with the letter. He was half-sure they'd pair them together, but almost a part of him was terrified to the core.

"No opening the letters until you've all received yours!" Molly shouted, smiling at her children. She was making the best of a tough situation, just as she had taught her kids to do. Arthur sat back in his chair, and let his wife fake a smile for their kids. He didn't want to pretend that this was a clever idea because he didn't think it was much of an idea anyway.

Percy stomped in with a frown on his face, holding a scrunched up piece of paper. Upon closer inspection, it was the letter from the Ministry. "This isn't fair, at all," he started, "What if I don't want to get married just yet?" He asked, looking around at his brothers. Bill frowned, "I know but maybe this will be good for you," he suggested. He'd come through the Floo earlier to await the letters with his brothers. For moral support, he'd said, but really, he had an announcement to make.

A part of him also hoped Charlie would come, it'd been a while since he'd seen his brother much. He was always with his Dragons.

"Daddy," mumbled his daughter, "S'so bawd abowt a letta'?" She asked, blinking up at him with her sweet blue eyes. Her blonde hair was pulled back in two piggy tails, the way she'd asked her mother to do them for her today. Her mother was seated across from them, taking in the situation, not offering a cent of her opinion. She knew it wasn't going to help anyway. It was a sombre occasion, according to Percy's facial expressions. "Nothing, sweetie," Bill said, trying to comfort his daughter before shooting his younger brother a glare.

"Sorry, I'm late," George said as he rushed in, almost out of breath. "I was running up and down those stairs for stock all morning," he said, laughing shortly. The smile wiped itself of his face as he noticed the letters. He sighed deeply, "Oh god, they can't be serious, can they?" He asked. Percy frowned, "'m afraid so."

George picked up his letter, shaking his head. He hadn't given a wife and kids much thought since he lost Fred. It wasn't important enough to him. He didn't want them, not really. He just wanted Fred back but that was mighty impossible. He would settle for growing old with their joke shop and never letting Fred's legacy die.

He slung an arm over Percy's shoulder, just as Hermione apparated in. "We'll make the best of this," he murmured, "I promise, Perce."

Those two had been rather close since Fred's funeral. They had a lot to catch up on and they spent almost every waking minute together. The others didn't want to interfere because it was how George coped. Percy was by his side at all times, unless when he was at work, but Percy was rarely at work these days, and more in George's joke shop helping out. He had almost resigned from his Ministry job. He was half terrified of the consequences.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, "I'm sorry I'm late, I got held up," she said. "Don't worry about that dearie," Molly said, "Let's open these letters, shall we?"

"I'll go first."

Ron waved his wand and the letter began speaking. He figured he'd go first, seeing as he was the youngest, other than Ginny.

"Dear Mr. R. Wealsey, we're pleased to inform you that we've found the perfect match for you," the letter began, and Ron's nerves skyrocketed. "We're expecting a wedding within the next six months, and a baby a year later," they continued, and Ron's cheeks reddened. Harry clapped him on the back and laughed, "Maybe our kids will be good friends," Harry winked. Ron shrugged him off, "I still can't believe you got my sister pregnant!" He said, shaking his head. Harry shook his head, blushing a little.

The letter continued talking but nobody really paid it much mind. Ron smiled over at Hermione, wiggling his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes. Everybody laughed but their laughs died down the second they heard in a deep, earthshattering voice; "We hereby declare Cho Chang as your fiancée, and under no circumstances can this be changed."

Silence surrounded the Weasleys as they took in the news. After a few moments, Harry cleared his throat, awkwardly, "Well…I didn't see that coming," he said, and Ron shook his head, "But…But…," and found he had no words to even say. He looked over at Hermione and she shook her head, walking out of the room. "That means," Ron started, "That her match…isn't me."

A frown appeared on everybody's face as Ron stormed out through the back, the opposite way to Hermione. Harry decided to change the topic, "So, what does your letter say Percy?"

Percy raised his eyebrow, "You sure you lot want to hear mine, after what's just happened?" He asked and received a nod from Ginny. "It's not like you've got a girlfriend or anything," she said. Percy frowned, "Yeah, it's not like I do." He waved his wand and his letter flew to the middle of the room, in front of everybody's eyes.

"Dear Mr. P. Wealsey, we're pleased to inform you that we've found the perfect match for you." Percy rolled his eyes, "Sure," he mumbled. "Manners, Percy," scolded Molly. "We're expecting a wedding within the next six months which will be followed by a baby a year later," it said, and Percy noticed they rearranged the words for him. He frowned as it kept going. "We're aware that you're planning on quitting your job here at the ministry, but we'd like to offer you a well-paying job, and a higher position within our ranks, so think about your decision wisely."

Percy sneered, shaking his head. "I don't want a god damn new position! I don't even want a wife!"

"Your new fiancée has already agreed to our terms," it continued, and Percy looked up, widening his eyes. "You two will be one of the most powerful couples, and we have chosen you two cleverly. We hereby declare Audrey Lesley Hewitt as your new fiancée. We hope to hear from you soon enough, yours sincerely," and before it could finish, Percy set it on fire.

Ginny glared, "Are you crazy?"

"No but they are," he mumbled, "Who is she to think I'd agree to marry some girl I've never even met before?" He asked, "I don't even know her! What's her favourite colour? What's her favourite food? Does she like apples or strawberries? Does she prefer skirts or shorts? Does she take her job seriously or does she mess around?"

Questions after questions flew out of his mouth and as soon as he finished, answered followed.

"I'm not hard to get to know, you need only listen and be patient. My favourite colour is yellow, and my favourite food is Chocolate Frogs. I prefer apples, thank you. I also rather wear shorts than skirts but that's not allowed at the Ministry. I take my job very seriously, hence the skirt I am wearing," a cold voice answered, glaring down at him. "Now it's my turn, Weasley."

Audrey Lesley Hewitt slowly walked towards Percy with a cold look etched onto her face. "I don't know him at all," she started, harshly, "What colour does he favour amongst all the rest? What food does he eat the most? Does he prefer grapes or pears? Does he rather suits or casual? Will he take his new position seriously or will he blow it?" She asked, nobody in particular. Her face turned soft as she whispered, "And will he learn to love me or hate me?"

Percy shook his head slowly, "But I don't want a wife."

"And nor do I want a husband but I sure as hell want that job being offered," she said, straightening up and voiding her face of all vulnerability.

Everybody was wondering how she had gotten inside the Burrow.

If they had met before the war maybe they would've gotten along splendidly but he wasn't the same person anymore. He looked over at George, and upon the nod from his brother, Percy flew out of the room. He was different now, work wasn't his only priority. He had more important things to do, like spend time with George. He wasn't as serious as he used to be. He even pulled jokes and pranks with George on the occasion.

Percy Weasley was a changed man and no high-class job and wife would ever change that.

Audrey raised her eyebrows, "Well, that was mature," she commented, shaking her head. "I guess I better cheer up the new fiancé." She always wanted to puke at the new title, but she let it go. She followed after him at a slower rate. She didn't want to scare the guy off.

"Alright, it's your turn, George," encouraged his mother. George shook his head, "Did you see how they reacted? No thanks."

He apparated out of the room, leaving only his parents, his sister and his brother-in-law. The four shared a look, one that indicated neither of them were all too pleased with this. The Ministry had gone too far but they had no say it.

Ginny raised an eyebrow at her husband. "What?" Harry asked, blinking down at her. "Maybe you can ask if there is any way around it," she suggested. "And why would they listen to me?" Harry asked, and Ginny simply gave him a look.

He sighed in defeat, "Alright, I'll talk to them tomorrow."