Hullo! This is my first time writing in ages. I'm so proud of myself for taking the time to write, because I miss it so much. Writing is like therapy. It helps cleanse the soul and mind.

This is my take on the marriage law that a lot of people have been writing about. I hope that you do enjoy it, because I enjoy writing it.

This is set in a world where HBP and DH have not happened, but everyone is of age.

Oh yes, Sirius lives.

ENJOY!

Disclaimer: I don't own shit all

Marriage: one of the most beloved and respected traditions of history. Every girl wants it, plans it their whole life, while every boy dreads it, but goes into it, because the fear of marriage is nowhere near as great as the fear of a woman without marriage.

Of course, when you're young, you don't really expect it to happen right away. You always think that you'll meet the guy, fall in love, get married and so on and so forth.

No one ever expects that order to be messed with, especially not Hermione Granger.

She, like every other girl, wanted everything in order.

"What do you MEAN I have to get married?" Hermione yelled. Rufus Scrimgeour sighed and ran his long mane of hair.

"Miss Granger, can you please sit down so that we can discuss this? It's proving to be quite impossible with you pacing around the Burrow and yelling at me like I am some sort of wall." He said calmly. Hermione glared at him and stood firmly in place.

"I don't mean to be rude, Minister, but announcing that I have to get married at my AGE and not giving me a choice in the matter makes me feel like I'm some possession of yours. I am a human being, not one of your prized possessions, and I'm saying no."

"Miss Granger, please hear me out." The Minister pleaded. Hermione sat silently. "There is intel within the ministry that has informed me that the Dark Lord is getting stronger, every day. There is no denying it, Miss Granger." He paused to take a shaky breath. "I'm afraid that my time as minister will be cut short, and when it is, the Death Eaters will take over the ministry, and they will do anything to get inside the Order."

"What does me getting married have to do…" Hermione was cut off by the Minister. "Anything to get inside the order. Miss Granger, they are looking to pass a marriage law when, not if, they take over, and when they do, they'll marry off single members of the Order to Death Eaters." He clarified. Hermione sat down.

"So that means that if I'm not married to someone before this happens…"

"Let's not think about that, my dear. Let's look at planning a wedding and picking a suitable match for you. How does that sound?" He asked calmly. Hermione looked down at the ground.

"I suppose that could work. But… will I be allowed to pick for myself? I'd feel awful marrying someone without knowing them." She said finally.

"We have a large selection from the Ministry, but I think it would be best for you to stick with someone within the order, wouldn't you, miss Granger?" The Minister asked, with a bit of a twinle in his eye. Hermione nodded.

"Yes, I do suppose it would be best." "Splendid! Now, I'll leave you to it. I hope that you have a wonderful day, give Molly and Arthur my best!" He said, and then with a POP, he was gone.

"What am I going to do?" Hermione said with a groan as she leaned back into the sofa.

"Hermione, dear, what is this all about?" Mrs. Weasley asked as Hermione rushed everyone into the kitchen.

"Yeah, Mione? I was just about to beat Harry in wizards chess again!" Ron complained.

"Oh, shut up, Ronald. This is more important than some stupid game of chess." Hermione scolded.

"Yeah, Ron! More important than some stupid game of chess!" The twins said in unison, making Hermione roll her eyes. "Thank you, Fred and George, because I needed you both to reinforce me." She said sarcastically.

"You're welcome!" They said as they sat down. Once everyone was seated, all eyes went on Hermione.

"Well," Harry said after a moment of silence, "What's going on?"

"The Minister of Magic came to visit today, with some very important information." Hermione said.

"This can't be good." Ron whispered, earning him a smack on the head from Mrs. Weasley.

"There is going to be a law passed when the Dark Lord takes over the ministry. A Marriage Law. All those of legal age who find themselves single will be matched with someone of the Ministry's choosing and married off. The Minister is afraid that once this is passed, they will marry off members of the Order to Death Eaters."

"They can't do that. It's not right." Harry objected. Remus sighed. "I'm afraid that they can, Harry, and they will. Once they take over, no one's going to think about fighting them on anything, especially not something like a marriage law. I'm assuming, miss Granger, that the Minister talked to you about a loophole?" Remus asked.

"The law will only apply to single witches and wizards. The Minister suggested that I find a husband… Preferably someone in the Order." Hermione said the last part quietly. Everyone looked around at each other. Ron stood up and opened his mouth to talk, but was cut off by Hermione.

"Ron, sit down. You too, Harry. You're both like brothers to me. I couldn't marry either of you, I'm sorry." Hermione said.

"That's a shame, dear. I really was looking forward to having you as a daughter in law." Molly said sadly.

"She still could. It's not like we don't have three other strapping sons." Arthur suggested.

"Yeah, too bad Percy's got his wand shoved up his-" George started, but was cut off by Molly.

"Don't you finish that sentence, or your wand will be shoved up the same place!" She threatened.

"I'll do it." Fred offered. Everyone went quiet. "What? You think this is some kind of joke? I'm possibly the best choice out of all of us. Remus is married to Tonks, Sirius, as attractive as you are, you're too old, no offence, Charlie's not even here, so it wouldn't be fair to him to just call him up and say 'Hi, bloke! We've missed you! Oh yeah, you're marrying Granger!', Percy wouldn't do it because he's married to his job, and just so that I don't have to go over EVERYONE who's here, you're all too old, married or both." Fred explained.

"What if I didn't mind marrying someone who was too old?" Hermione asked.

"Do you really want to marry some guy with a wrinkly, old-" "Fred." Mrs. Weasley said sternly before he could finish his sentence.

"What do you say, Hermione? Marry me?" Fred asked, getting out of his seat and down on one knee. "I'll get you a ring and everything, and you don't have to love me. We'll do this until this is all over, and then you can divorce me and never even talk to me ever again."

"I… I… I accept your proposal." Hermione said. Fred got up off of the ground and high fived her.

"Best wife ever!" He yelled, making Hermione laugh.

Alright! That's it for the first chapter! Please leave your reviews, comments and suggestions, because I love hearing them.

Until next time, mischief managed.