A/N: I have always wondered why Hermione didnt just go to the muggle world when faced with the whole marrage law thing. In my mind magic is not worth it... So although I like the traditional marrage law fic, this plot bunny decided to attack. This is the first fan fic I have written in a long time. I know my old ones suck and I tend to get side tracked when no one revews and I dont want this to happen to this story. Still in the proccess of getting a beta reader so please bear with me. I have spell checked everything so I'm sorry if anything is mis- spelled.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own any of its character or plots and i am not making and money from this story.

Chapter 1: To Muggle or Not to Muggle.

Hermione Granger, smartest witch of her age and resident book worm of Gryffindor, was currently laying in her dormitory bed half asleep and trying to figure out through the sleepy haze filling her mind why on earth she had woken up at the ungodly hour of five in the morning.

TAP TAP TAP!

Looking around for the source of the aggravating sound she caught sight of a post owl trying desperately to get in through her window.

'Who would send me anything this early?' she thought as she rubbed sleep from her eyes and grudgingly made her way to the wndow, to let in the owl.

Taking the paper from it, she put two knuts in the pouch attached to the owl's leg before it flew back out the window. "I'm so glad I'm head girl..." she muttered to herself, as a tray with tea appeared in her room as it did every morning. "Or the other girls in the tower would be grumbling at me right now, as if it where my fault the post owl came early!" Hermionie had retuned with her friends to hogwarts right before she turned 18, to take their newts and complete their 7th year. After she took a sip of her tea she allowed her eyes to rest on the Daily Prophet that had so effectively disrupted her dream. As she read the headline she promptly choked on her tea.

Calming her self, she grabbed the paper and began to read the headline story.

MARRAGE LAW PASSES!

Late last night the ministry met in an closed door meeting to discuss this controversial piece of legislation. After the war ended and was discovered that over fifty percent of the wizarding population was ether killed or received the dementors kiss, it is this reporter's opinion that this law was inevitable.

The terms of the new law are as follows.

Any eligible man over 17 and under 100 years of age has been given one month to proposition a eligible witch within 15 years of their age.

Any witch old enough to reproduce safely has been given one month to receive a proposition or they will be paired by the Ministry.

Once you have received a proposition, you have two days to sign the parchment of one of your propositions or the ministry will chose amongst them for you.

After the decision has been made you will be bound by the magic of the parchment to be faithful to your intended. You will have one month to marry your intended in an unbreakable marriage ceremony. A Ministry professional will preside over the wedding and put in place enchantments that ensure the law be followed to the letter.

As this law is meant to increase the wizarding population, there are precautions in place to make sure procreation occurs. The clauses are as follows,

The couple will have intercourse at least once a month, on the witch's most fertile day.

During the wedding ceremony, the man will have a continuous lust spell that will become active every month at the time of the woman's fertile day. As this lust spell could interfere with successful impregnation, the woman will not be put under this spell. Should the woman refuse the procreation process, her wand will be temorarily rendered un-usable and she will be rendered immobile by the magic of the marriage contract.

After the woman becomes pregnant, she will be unable to use magic. This is a precaution against the woman hurting herself and the unborn child. Six weeks after the birth, her magic will be returned to her, and the process will begin again.

The penalty for noncompliance to this law will be the loss of one's wand, and banishment to THE MUGGLE WORLD.

For more details turn to page 4.

After rereading the story three times to make sure it was real, Hermione screamed and threw the paper in the fire. "What the HELL have we been fighting for!" She yelled in to the emptiness of her room. She paced in front of the fire that was slowly consuming the morning paper she had tossed in. 'Why fight to free the world of Voldemort just to become a breeding mare! The Ministry has just legalized rape! What am I going to do!' Hermione fell back onto her bed and started thinking frantically. She felt trapped.

She knew she would not survive the kind of life the Ministry was now planing for her. She wanted more out of her life than to be chained to a stove, popping out babies every nine months.

' I didn't work as hard as I have, and given up as much as I did, for THIS!' She thought angrily as she sat pondering her fate. 'But what am I supposed to do?'

A spark from the fire sent a piece of singed and smoldering paper flying from the fireplace and toward her. She looked at the paper with distaste as she got up to toss it back in to the fire. But after she had it in her hands, ever the bookworm, she read it.

"THE MUGGLE WORLD"

Was all it said.

'Oh dear mother goddess could I really do that?' Hermione thought to herself as she stared at the paper. She knew that just about all wizards thought the muggles were still in the dark ages. And they had never taken the chance to see for themselves, to learn any better. The 'Muggle Studies' course in Hogwarts even tought that the black plague was still rampant. She was sure that the reason the Ministry had made that the punishment for noncompliance was because wizards thought that a life without magic was worse then death, or even the Dementor's kiss. But could she really give up her magic?

'Maybe not all of it...'

During the fight with the Dark Lord Moldyshorts, she had been playing with the idea of wand-less magic.

Deciding to see how her friends reacted Hermione took a quick shower and got dressed.

As it was Saturday she decided on casual muggle clothes, a pair of jeans and a deep blue jumper. As she put on her trainers and finished taming her mess of curly brown hair she was going over everything in her mind.

She knew that even with her status as a war hero, her being muggle born would dampen the affect of her leaving. 'Nothing is going to change if I leave, my friends would still be stuck in this,' she reasoned. Hermione very much doubted that Ron would give up magic, he might just keel over. She was sure Harry would marry Ginny - they we already engaged - but there was no way she would ever consider marrying RON. She shuddered at the thought. They had given it a shot not long after the war ended, but they fought too much for it to ever work.

Shaking herself from her stupor, Hermione waved her wand and all of her personal items immediately shrank and packed themselves neatly in her little beaded bag she took everywhere.

'Just in case,' she thought to herself as she walked out of her room.

Halfway down the spiral staircase, she stopped when she herd the voice of the head boy, who happened to be Draco Malfoy, having a conversation with himself.

Inching closer so she could hear better she finally managed to make out bits of what he was saying.

"Can't have kids yet... don't want to lose magic... THEY CANT DO THIS!... I'll never survive in the muggle world... WHAT DO I DO? SHIT!"

Having lived with him for five months, Hermione had come to find that he was secretly a softy underneath that horribly smug superiority complex. After his parents had gotten out of a one-way ticket to Azkaban (on a technicality), he had started to treat her very nicely. Turns out he had never really bought in to what the dark lord was selling; he had only joined the death eaters for fear of his family.

Maybe that's why the idea hit her so hard.

"Malfoy!" she called, running down the remaining steps and dashing into the common room they shared.

"What? Cant you see I'm having an important conversation here!" he replaied, his voice slightly panicky. He never looked up from his pacing, "You have options! I'M STUCK!" he almost screamed.

"MALFOY!" she yelled, grabbing his arm to get his attention."I can help you." she said softly turning her body so it was in front of him.

Draco stoped to stare at her, his face taking on the look of a petulant child. "How could you help me? WHY would you help me?" He said looking more and more depressed with every word.

"Look I'm not about to stay here and have my freedom taken from me! We fought too long and lost too many people for that to happen. I KNOW you hate that damn marrage law as much as I do, I can tell, so I'll make you a deal." She said moving to sit on the couch, she knew what he went through, having the Dark Lord take control of his manor, and she knew he would do just about anything to keep from being ordered to do something he didn't want to do.

Once he had calmed down a bit, Draco flopped down next to her on the couch. "What's the deal?" He muttered, glancing over at her to let her know he was listening.

Hermione smiled sadly at him." I'm going to turn in my wand and leave." Draco nodded, as if he had been expecting her to say exactly that. "But my being muggle born, that wont exactly make an impression on anyone. If you are willing, I will take you with me, I will teach you all you need to know about living in the muggle world."

She looked at Draco to see his reaction, over the last few months he had been asking her now and again how muggles could live without magic. She hoped his interest would make him more open to the change she was suggesting.

Draco looked deep in thought. He had never been in the muggle world, and everything he was raised to believe told him not to even consider it. But then again, he had been doing everything in his power to forget and disregard how he was raised since Voldemort had fallen. Looking up at Hermione he decided to ask her some of the questions he had been wanting to for a while.

"But what if I get the plague?"

To his surprise Hermione laughed. "Don't laugh at me, ITS A SERIOUS QUESTION!" He yelled as he began to pout again.

"Sorry,"Hermione apologized, and tried to compose herself. Once she was calm enough to speak she explained, "Draco the plague doesn't exist anymore! They have medicine now that can cure a lot of things."

They sat there for a while, talking, and gradually Draco agreed that the muggle world was his best option for freedom.

Two hours later their stomach called both of them to go to the Great Hall for breakfast.

Walking down the hall they decided they would get the whole thing over once they were fed. It would be better if it was in front of everyone, to make the biggest impression possible.

Walking in to the Great Hall they separated and went to sit among friends, knowing this could be the last time they saw them.

Hermione sat down next to Ron with Harry across from her and Ginny by his side. They all said a sad hello as she put cream cheese on her bagel.

Everyone was talking and Hermione looked aroudn the hall as she ate her breakfast. She could see that many of the girls in the great hall were crying or had been recently.

She glanced at Draco and saw he was looking at her too. His nod of the head told her it might as well be now. But before she could get up, Headmistress McGonagal called for everyones attention.

"Everyone!" she said looking older then anyone could ever remember. "I'm sure you have all herd the news about the marriage law. The Ministry of Magic has required all girls third year and above to have an examination to determine their fertility status. I will expect all female students to comply. A Ministry elected mediwitch from St Mungo's will be in the hospital wing all day today and tomorrow." And with that she sat down and took a sip of what looked a little like firewhisky.
Looking over at Draco she nodded at him letting him know it was time. She leaned her head forward, catching her friends' attention. "I would never ask you to follow me," she murmured, keeping her eyes on the table. "But I cant do this."

Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "Do you have a choice? If you don't comply you lose your magic!"

Hermione just rolled her eyes. Without saying anything more to them, Hermione gathered all of her Gryffindor courage and stood.

Looking in straight ahead of her, she squared her shoulders and held her head high as she walked briskly up the aisle to the teachers table at the back of the Hall. She stepped up to the table, directly in front of the headmistress, and gently, lovingly, took her wand out of her pocket.

She had the attention of the whole hall by then as Ron shouted "HERMIONE WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

As the entire great hall waited with bated breath to see what she was going to do, Hermione slowly lowered her wand to sit on the teacher table in front of the headmistress plate.

Taking a deep breath she took her hand from her wand. For a moment she was tempted to reach back over and snatch it up and run, but she beat the impulse down. Better her magic than her life.

Instead, she said as loud as she could,"I HAVE WORKED TOO HARD, AND GIVEN UP TOO MUCH TO BECOME A SLAVE." Quietly she looked at her favorite teacher in the eye, and with strength she didn't know she had she asked."Will I be riding the train back home, or will I have to find my own way there?"

Shocked and speechless the Headmistress looked back at Hermionie as though she was looking the strongest woman she had ever seen in her life. The only words that excaped her mouth was simply, "The train will be here in an hour."

Hermione nodded to the headmistress for the last time and turned to make her way out of the Great Hall.

A/N I hope you like it! REVIEW! Please, I need feed back and ideas on what more experienced authors think could happen next. PLEASE! I'll give you a Lolly pop! ^_^