Chapter One The News

Hermione slowly made her way from the dungeons following behind the flowing robes of professor McGonagall. She had called her out of her NEWT level potions class to speak with the headmaster. Snape, with a glance to McGonagall yelled at her to get the notes and be prepared to make up the potions. As usual the Slytherins laughed. Hermione had a sinking feeling in her stomach about what this was about and by the looks on Harry and Ron's faces they did to.

When the elderly witch had Hermione safely at the stone gargoyle, the guardian of her headmaster's chambers, she turned and did what she had only done twice before, embraced her like a mother. "Everything will work out in the end Hermione, I promise." With that she straightened her robes and said "Cannery Creams". Hermione jumped on the revolving stairs. When she reached the doors the deep mystifying voice of the headmaster beckoned her in.

"Please enter Miss. Granger."

Hermione made her way to the large chairs positioned in front of Dumbledore's desk. "Please take a seat. Lemon Drop? Tea perhaps?"

"I am fine thank-you headmaster"

"Well Hermione I am sure you have some idea of why I called you here."

He asked while looking over his half moon spectacles.

"I am afraid so professor."

"The law is about to be passed any day now. The threat for you is very real Miss. Granger. The ability for a pureblood to petition for a muggle born bride is not only a ludicrous idea but puts you in a perilous position my child. Voldemort will do everything in his power to bring you among his ranks. There is still hope thought, if we can find you a suitable match. There are many guidelines that must be followed for you to marry without a formal petition."

"To make it more difficult for me to find a match before the ministry does." answered Hermione.

"Indeed. The wizard of you choosing must, of course, be a pureblood. He must be at least a year older then you but no more then four years your senior."

"Well that leaves Ron out of the question." Hermione, though she and Ron had agreed to remain in a strictly friend relationship wouldn't mind calling him husband. When the alternative maybe Malfoy it was a no-brainer really.

"I am afraid so. He must also have a job and a home of his own in order to take you as his wife, then the marriage must be consummated within three days of marriage."

With the words still whirling in her head Hermione heard the flames of the hearth burst forth and out stepped a well known red head.

"George?" whispered Hermione, not because she didn't know which twin had just entered, she had know then the Weasley's long enough to see the little differences between the twins but in surprise as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place.

"Hi Hermione." George greeted with the trademark lopsided grin. Then he turned to the wise old man behind the desk. "You sent for me Headmaster?"

"Indeed I did, please be seated, lemon drop? Tea?"

"No thank-you, Mum forced feed me before I flooed here." He replied with another grin.

"That is Molly for you, wonderful woman, is she well?"

"Very well headmaster, she is looking forward to her first grandchild she is hysterical with happiness."

"Oh that is wonderful, Bill and Fleur must be so happy. Congratulations Uncle George." Hermione said with a bright smile showing off her perfect teeth.

"Thanks" replied George, he could not understand why he felt his cheeks heat up under her gaze or how his stomach did a little flip.

"Well I guess this is as good of time as any to share another piece of news I am sure Molly will be overjoyed about. Hermione, George meet your future spouse."

At this point in the proceedings George fell off his chair.