A/N: Hellooo everyone! This is my first fan fiction :) This idea just sort of "walked into my head" one day. Its a little weird and crazy, I know, but I'm sure you've all seen worse, right? This is just a little 'taste'. If it gets and reviews, favorites, or follows I will definitely post longer chapters as soon as possible. Hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All rights go to J.K Rowling and anyone else that has to do with the making of Harry Potter.

An eerie silence fell over the house.

Suddenly the large and comfortable living room felt as though it had shrank to the size of a hot and stuffy broom cupboard.

The sofa Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione were sharing suddenly felt too small.

Although Harry had been her friend for over 9 years, Hermione couldn't help but feel that Harry, whom she was sitting by, was just a little too close to her. She reached for Ron's arm and entirely squished her body up against his side, trying to get as far away from Harry as possible.

Ever so slightly, she turned her head to get a glimpse of Harry's reaction. He, too, had completely pressed Ginny into the arm of the couch. He was ogling into his lap, his face slightly pink. Hermione saw Ginny glaring at the magical radio, which was still announcing the pairings of people who would be living with each other for possibly the rest of their lives.

"…Theodore Caduroy and Gwinith Forgine; Elion Rickurus and Faris Lazar; and finally, Warnet Vanifer and Sazion Lederouy", finished the all-too-excited voice emitting from the radio. "Now remember, if you and your new partner do not liaise well together after 8 months, which should not happen; after all, these pairings have been checked and tested over and over again, so they are guaranteed to be correct; you and your partner will be separated and you will live a life on your own. You are expected to compromise, even if you and your partner do not catch on…" The voice paused to laugh at its own personal joke. "…right away. Please try your hardest to do so. We hope you and your new spouse spend a long and wonderful life together! Thank you for cooperating." The announcement ended and salesman Fazio Veredan began talking about a revolutionary cleaning product that contained 20% dragon blood.

Ginny's face was so red it was a deep purple.

Hermione lifted her head and looked up at Ron, who was staring straight ahead at nothing with his mouth hanging open slightly. After a few more minutes of quietness, Hermione was the first to finally speak.

"Ron...?" she said hesitantly. Hardly a second after she spoke, Ginny abruptly stood up from the couch, nearly turning it over with all three people still sitting on it, and began to walk fiercely across the room towards the stairway.

"This must be some sick joke! GEORGE?!" she squealed in a hopeful, slightly insane, way. She clutched the stair railing as though it were the last thing holding her onto the planet. "This isn't FUNNY!"

They waited a few seconds in desperate anticipation.

But, unfortunately, a tall, skinny redhead man was nowhere to be seen tumbling down the stairs, clutching his stomach while he laughed until his face turned scarlet and hot tears streamed down his face.

Ginny began to pace the room furiously, a million thoughts streaming through her mind.

"This can't possibly be happening! This is supposed to be a way to prevent the high divorce percentages in the Wizarding community! I wasn't… I don't think anyone was expecting… well, this!" Ginny screeched. "This can't even be legal! I can't POSSIBLY be paired with… and you just CAN'T be with…We'll just owl the Ministry straight away. They can fix this mess right away. Isn't that right, Harry?"

Harry slowly looked up at Ginny, who was standing in front of him looking desperate for an answer. "They said it was guaranteed to be correct. I… I don't know what to say", Harry said in an incredibly sad, voice. "We can go to the Ministry to see, but, I don't think… I just don't see how-"

Ron, now awaken from his reverie, fought out of Hermione's grasp, jumped up off the couch, and cut off Harry.

"BUT HOW COULD YOU BE PAIRED WITH HERMIONE, YOUR BEST FRIEND, AND NOT TO MENTION, MY GIRLFRIEND! AND HOW THE BLOODY HELL COULD I BE WITH... WITH…" he struggled to yell out the next few words.

"MY OWN SISTER?!"

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