A/N: I don't own anything that JK Rowling came up with but I do own a bike and the Kitty Litter box Panniers that I just made for it:) Oh, and I LOVE my beta, Arienis.

Hermione and Ginny sat cross-legged on the living room couch of Hermione's flat, facing each other with grim expressions.

"Ginny, I think we should do it at the exact same time."

"Agreed, 1...2...3..." and each torn into their own letter that they had received only a few minutes previous.

Hermione Granger,

The Muggle man that you are to marry is named Lincoln St. James. He was a U.S. Marine, 27years old, living in places unknown and currently unemployed. You are to meet him at the Ministry of Magic at one o'clock am on the 13th day of May.

Ginerva Weasley,

The Muggle man that you are to marry is Royale Tytus. He is a doctor, 23 years old and living in London. You are to meet him at the Ministry of Magic at 11 o'clock am on the 13th day of May.

Hermione jumped up and screamed, "The 13th is tomorrow! I am getting married in less than twelve hours in the middle of the night!" She sobbed at Ginny, "When's your time?"

"It is better than the middle of the night; I have the 11 o'clock slot."

"We have to get ready for our wedding," Hermione said softly.

"Yeah, and I have to tell my family..."

"They are not telling the whole muggle world are they! No, I did read something about them not telling them. Okay, I think I am going to try to pass this off to my parents as true love and free will. Ginny, do you think I can do that? I mean they have already been through so much and I can't bear for them to know that I am unhappy," Hermione rambled worriedly.

"I don't know, maybe you should discus is with-" Ginny grabbed Hermione's letter and read it over, "the unemployed, probably homeless, ex-marine St. James! Hermione, what if he is horrid to you and never gets and job and just watches that weird picture box all day!"

"A TV, Ginny, and... I hope it's not THAT bad." Hermione looked depressed.

"Okay, I'm going to tell my parents and you are going to come with me, then we are going to get you suitable clothing to get married in in the morning." Ginny dragged Hermione to the fireplace, 'The Burrow!"

The two women arrived at the Burrow and dusted off their robes as they were greeted by the Weasleys who were present: Arthur, Molly, Charlie, Ron and his wife, Lavender, and George.

Ron went off on a tirade, "I cannot believe that they are making you marry muggles! Of all the rotten ideas! Witches, my sister, marrying lowly muggles! The outrage-"

"Ron! I will not have you talking about my future son-in-law that way," Molly out talked her son in a war of words. Ginny and Hermione picked up a conversation with George and asked him about the muggle girl he would have to marry.

George acquired a dreamy look in his eye and said, "Well, I already know the girl I am going to marry. Everyday I stop for coffee on my way to work and the waitress there is so sweet and pretty... She is the one that the Ministry decided that I was to marry, so the old fools really do do get things right now and then. Who are you going to be marrying?' He asked both the girls.

They told him and then they left to go shopping. As the girls got the story, Ginny noticed a golden color dress in the window and exclaimed to Hermione that she thought the dress would complement Hermione's complexion perfectly.

"Fine, I will try it if you try that lovely green dress right there," Hermione answered Ginny with a smirk.

"Let's go!" Ginny cried excitedly as she searched through the dresses to find her size. When both women found their prospective dresses they went to try them on and cam out of the dressing rooms at the same time. Ginny's dark green dress with silver flowers embroidered on the shirt accented her hair. Hermione's dress was the gold one with a red sash around the waist and red straps.

They then went their separate ways to get ready to meet their betrothed. Ginny went back to the Burrow to get some sleep before her appointment. Hermione went to her flat and tried to take a nap but failed miserably. She finally gave up to work on her hair and make-up. She was ready at midnight and decided to get to the Ministry of Magic early to see who else had received horribly timed appointments.

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