First chapter is dedicated to DominoTyler for being the first to give me an idea for this Marriage Law fic. To a 'milly,' I shall attempt what you requested on a later date. (As a oneshot, because I don't know what to do for them.)

"Catch, save, dive, whooo!"

Oliver Wood grinned and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at a Chaser on his team, who was doing loop-de-loops giddily, enjoying the opportunity to poke fun at Oliver.

"And Oliver Wood saves the day once again! The crowd goes wild!" Wentz Harper cheered, still doing his crazy circles, "Ol-iv-er, Ol-iv-er! Whooo!" His brown hair was meant to lay down on his forehead, covering his eyes when he was immobile – which was rare – but flying back to look like wings on his head when he was moving about. He was one of the closest things to a best friend Oliver had had in quite a while, feeling as if he were the older sibling to most of his friends, especially Fred and George.

"Nice shootin', Tex," another Chaser winked at him as she flew down to the ground, looking up at the two boys – who were the only ones who wanted to stay after the practice was officially over – in amusement. She'd pulled her long black haired back in a braid, smoothing the straggling bangs back away from her sweating forehead.

"Thanks, Marissa," Oliver said as he followed her lead and landed, leaving Wentz to continue spinning, only stopping when he realized he was getting sick.

"Ugh, my stomach."

Oliver and Marissa laughed at the two before a silver lynx stopped right before Oliver, making the three stop and inspect it curiously before Kingsley Shacklebolt's deep rumble sprouted out.

"Get yourself to the Order. Emergency meeting," it said before turning in a circle and vanishing.

"Bloody hell," Oliver cursed, looking over how gross he was from practice in the hot, hot sun.

"Go," Marissa said with a wave of her wand, cleaning Oliver up immediately.

"Thanks," he nodded before Apparating away as two owls flew down to Wentz and Marissa, leaving them looking at each other curiously.

Oliver appeared on the doorstep, wobbling a little but opening the door and stepping inside anyway. The house was full of people, shouts and yells and questions filling the house up. Somebody had painted over Mrs. Black's mouth, leaving her silent and brooding as her precious house was tainted by those of lesser blood status making it's way through her items.

Fred and George jumped up on the kitchen table, Molly wincing behind them but letting them continue anyway.

"Calm down, everybody, calm down!" Fred ordered, waving his arms over his head as Harry picked Hermione and Ginny and put them up on the table as well, following them soon enough.

"No need to worry, none at all," George assured, but was glancing at Fred worriedly anyway.

"Yes, no need to worry!" a dreamy voice announced, making quite a few people look up to see that Luna was sitting on a limb of the chandelier, swinging her legs around daintily, "There can't be much worse than what we've all been through!"

"She's go' a poin'," Seamus mumbled next to Oliver as Arthur Weasley strode into the room, shooing his children off the table. He shakily got on, using Fred and George as a railing to get up there. He looked tired, older than the last time Oliver had seen him, and was holding a rolled up piece of parchment.

He unrolled the parchment and cleared his throat, everybody hushing up to listen, "By Order of the Ministry, the Nuptial Edict has been passed to remove incest from pureblood families and spread more magic to the Wizarding Community. Those who refuse to accept the terms and conditions of the Edict shall be sentenced to a month in Azkaban and a year without their magic. The terms and conditions are, as follows; the couple must be a pureblood and a Muggleborn/half-blood/Squib. The couple must be married within six months of formally being placed together. A child must be brought after a year of marriage. No divorce can be filed unless abuse of any kind is reported. All marriages are otherwise life-long. Kingsley wants to add 'this was not my idea, do not kill me, I had no choice about it.'" Arthur looked sadly up at them before reaching into his back pocket and producing a large wad of envelopes, "I have all of yours here. You can read them out loud, to yourself, or go home and have the privacy. The choice is yours." He tore off the rubber band from the envelopes and passed them out, slowly and by hand instead of using his wand.

Oliver stared at the envelope in his hand, his name written out in cursive curly handwriting that looked to be rather feminine. He took a deep breath and flipped it over, staring at the opening of the envelope. He heard cracks and pops as people left, either from going to find their intended (which the screams of delight preceded), going home to weep (as the wails of dismay signaled) or going home to read it alone and find out what to do.

"Yes!" George hissed happily, fist pumping the air, "Got Alicia Spinnet!"

"Sweet!" Fred echoed, "Angelina Johnson!" They high-fived before catapulting themselves onto the couch, grinning madly.

Harry sucked in a breath as Luna blinked high above them.

"Oh dear," she said, looking as serious as she'd ever been, "Why this is…."

"Harry has to marry Luna," Ron whispered. Ginny finally tore open the paper, clutching at it in her hands before pressing it to her chest, as if to make the words go away.

"Dean Thomas," she whispered before heading outside to be alone.

Oliver looked down at the envelope again before looking around him. He, Luna, Harry and Hermione was the only non-Weasleys left, as everybody else had left.

"Monica Wilkins," Ron murmured before arching an eyebrow, "Anybody know a 'Monica Wilkins?'"

"She's a muggle-born," Arthur answered softly.

"Go on, Hermione," Harry said soothingly as Hermione clutched at her envelope, staring at it as tears rolled down her face. "We're here for you."

"Except if it's Charlie," Fred whispered, "Then we're leaving you on your own."

Hermione took a deep breath, ripping open the envelope with her thumb as she squeezed her eyes shut, yanking the paper out and handing it to Harry, "I can't. You do it for me."

Oliver watched as Harry read the paper, his eyes widening a little as he stared at the words. Oliver took a deep breath, noticing that Harry wasn't going to be moving for a few more moments, so he ripped open his own envelope and stared at the name.

Harry looked up, staring at Oliver as the Quidditch player's eyebrows rose in surprise. The Weasleys then turned to Oliver, surprise showing on their faces as well. Hermione was still keeping her eyes closed, looking as if she never wanted to know.

"Oliver's getting married to Hermione," Luna said, reading from up above him, interrupting the silence and making Hermione open her eyes.

Hermione and Oliver stared at each other – or, really, they were staring at places behind each other's heads. For example, Hermione was admiring a very lovely piece of china just above Wood's left ear, and Oliver was looking over her head and watching as Ginny attempted to kill one of her older brothers out the window.

"Merlin, you two are quiet," George huffed, rolling his eyes.

"It's not like you have to get married or anything – " Fred grinned.

"Except – "

"Oh wait – "

"That is what you have to do."

Hermione turned to the twins on the couch, focusing her glare on them, "Oh, do shut up."

The Beginning! …My head hurts.