Herminone Granger threw The Daily Prophet down on her kitchen table with a look of disgust, the headline bold and black against the parchment, 'MARRIAGE LAW PASSES'. It was bloody foolish! Completely asinine and against basic human rights and dignity! How on earth could the Minister of Magic actually put this piece of legislation in to affect? Part of her, the rational part of her, knew that something along these lines was needed, but to go about it this way, no, that wasn't the proper method at all.
"Voldemort's been dead for three years, and he's still mucking things up" she muttered angerly as she glared at the offending paper once more. The War (as it was simply called by many) had ended three years ago, with Harry defeating Lord Voldemort during the Battle for Hogwarts and nearly dying himself. It had been chaos after, those who followed him and survived the battle scrambling to do anything to avoid a one way ticket to Azkaban. It was nearly as bad as the first time he fell, at least from what Hermione gleaned from older members of the Order, sorting out who were the true followers of Voldemort from those who went along unwillingly or under duress or were under the influence of various curses and potions.
Many went free who likely shouldn't have, at least in her, Harry and Ron's opinions. Draco Malfoy somehow managed to get away scot free, quoting an antiquated wizarding oath that showed he was compulsed to follow his father's direction as he was a full blood wizard who had yet to reach his majority. It was a load of bollocks, Hermione was certain that he was in fact guilty as sin. Somehow he, Gregory Goyle and a few other Slytherins managed to avoid punishment. Tragic.
Picking up her tea, Hermione sipped it, her thoughts still swirling around. There had been many articles in the past weeks about the shocking number of squibs being born in the years after the Second Wizarding War, that was supposedly one reason for this stupid war being passed, according to the Minister of Magic. Skimming the article once more, she couldn't help but snort at the passage that was outlined, stressing the Minister's feelings that this will 'help fix the deep wounds caused by the terrible prejudices of past years'. Not bloody likely she felt, 'haters gonna hate' as it were in the vernacular.
Finishing her tea, Hermione stood up and grabbed her messenger bag, if she dallied any longer she'd be late for work. Drawing her wand, she vanished the paper with hardly a thought as she headed out the door.
AN: Ok, so this is my first fanfiction in probably 6 years, so please be kind! I don't know how frequently I'll update it, but if it gets to be a while please pester me! Constructive crits are welcome (I don't have a beta so there will be mistakes, sorry!), flames will be ignored.