A.N: Thank you so much for all the follows and favourites and for the positive feedback! It means a lot to me. I have the next few chapters outlined so they will probably come quite quickly. Keep in mind that I do have school so sometimes it might take a little longer for me to update the story due to school assignments being prioritized. Other than that, enjoy this next chapter and as let me know what you think ;)

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Hermione stood in the crowd in the entry hall at the ministry taking in all the information they were receiving. Ginny and Harry were stood next to her and Ron, Luna and Neville were all there with her as well. They had all been charmed with a location charm upon arrival which she thought was a violation of free will. This was an outrageous law they were proposing. Well not even proposing, they had already started putting it in motion. How could they possibly know who everyone would be best suited with? It had to be a very advanced and elaborate piece of magic that was for sure. What frustrated her most was that no one working at the ministry apart from a select few of the highest ranking members of the ministry workers had known and decided this in collaboration with the core people of the Wizengamot.

"We have an array of booths for different age brackets and for each gender. So if everyone could please go to their assigned booths for the right gender?" the minister called out to the crowd. People started mumbling in annoyance and unwillingly started to go to their assigned booths. Hermione, Ginny and Luna were in the same age bracket so they went to sand in line together. "I don't get why the ministry is doing this to us. It's absurd!" Ginny said, she was angry. "I mean, why can't we choose our own spouses at least?" she asked. "Well, I don't think they care about that Ginny" Luna chimed in absentmindedly. "I do think they believe they're doing what's best for the wizarding world." She continued.

Hermione had to admit that Luna was probably right. Even though she didn't agree with the ministries methods, they probably did think this was the beast solution and now there really wasn't much to do with it unless you wanted to end up in Azkaban.
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Draco stood in the boys' line for his age group and waited to get matched. To be completely honest, he was getting a little nervous. He knew that whomever he were to get matched to would probably hate and resent him, most people did. He was Draco ex death eater Malfoy, who would want to spend the rest of their lives with him? Not that the person had much choice though, Draco thought disgusted. Draco was next in line and he met the ministry worker with an ice cold, stone hard expression on his face. "Well, no need to ask for your name eh, Mr. Malfoy." The man said, trying to be funny Draco guessed. "Just get this over with," Draco replied coolly. "Yes, sir," the man said, scrambling nervously as he wrote something down on a piece of parchment. "Okay, then, if you would follow Sarah here," he said motioning towards a woman standing behind the booth, "She will lead you to where you will be matched." Draco nodded and went to follow this Sarah woman. She was old with greying hair and she was tiny. She looked at Draco with pity in her eyes, like she felt bad for him for what was happening to him. She probably didn't know who he was, if she did she would feel any kind of pity towards him.

Draco was led down one of the corridors going away from the entrance hall and into a medium sized, circular room. In the middle of the room was a chair and the old lady motioned for him to sit down on it. Draco sighed and did what he was told. He knew there was no point in trying to resist. This I bloody stupid, he thought. "It may be stupid Mr. Malfoy, but it is going to work brilliantly" a woman's voice sounded in the room. At first he thought it was Sarah, but the voice sounded too young to belong to her and when he looked around the old woman was nowhere to be found anyway. "Who are you?" Draco asked confused. "I am a very advanced piece of magic and I will be revealing to you who your perfect match is." Draco scoffed, "Right." There was a moment of silence and then a bright light. Draco could feel his whole body go rigid. He felt a strange sensation of being seen, completely, like he could hide nothing. "Oh, I already know who you belong to," the voice said triumphantly. "oh, do you now?" Draco asked doubtfully. Oh, yes, it was very clear. Some people are harder to place with a match, but you two, you clicked immediately. Now, you might not think it in the beginning, but you will be very good for one another and be able to challenge each other and make each other the best you can be."
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The door to the circular room opened and a woman came to lead Hermione to a new room. This room was a rectangular room with a sofa and a fire place. It was a little bit smaller than the room she had just been too and a lot more cozy and comfortable. She actually started to feel quite calm. It was probably a charm, she thought to herself. The woman who had followed her there was about to leave. "Ehm, excuse me, but what am I supposed to do now?" Hermione asked her as she reached for the door handle. "Why, you are to wait here and your match will be brought to you when he is found. It may take a while and it make take only minutes, we never know exactly, it all depends on the person." The woman replied. "Oh, okay." Hermione watched the woman leave and the she sat down in the sofa to wait. There was not much to do so she just sat staring at the flames.

After about fifteen minutes she heard steps outside the room. The handle got pushed down and an old woman stood in the doorway, it was a different woman than the one who had led her there so she expected this was the guide of her match. She hoped it would be Ronald or at least someone she knew a little from before. The old woman stepped aside and let the man in. Hermione was stood in shock. It was someone she knew all right. It was also someone she despised, someone who had been awful to her for years in Hogwarts. Was this some kind of sick joke?
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"Granger?" Draco uttered in surprise. This had to be a mistake, it couldn't be right. Out of every woman in the wizarding world it had to be her. The one person who would resent him the most! Sarah ushered him inside and left the room. He could hear the sound of the door being locked behind him, great. There were no other seating options than the sofa so Draco decided to keep standing. Granger could have the sofa to herself, he was not about to breach her personal space. "What the bloody hell?" she screeched. "Oi, Granger, it's not my fault this is happening, no need to make me deaf," Draco snapped at her. He was not in the mood for one of her emotional rants. Granger pouted and crossed her arms angrily as she turned her head away from him. She was not happy about this, not that Draco was very thrilled either. This match was not perfect, the spell hadn't worked properly, it couldn't have.

"Well, I guess since we are not stuck with each other, we should at least try to be civil toward one another, don't you think?" Draco asked Hermione hesitantly, afraid that she would have an angry outburst. "A fine idea Mr. Malfoy" it was the voice again, the matchmaker. "You will now get two options. You can either get married here and now, or you can wait and do it later with your friends and family." She explained. "I want this to bear as little resemblance to a wedding as possible. Let's just do it now and get it over with. I don't want to share this moment with my friends and family, it's not worth their time." Granger told the voice angrily. "Well, I don't really have any family and my friends will be busy with their own marriage matches to deal with. I'm okay with doing it now." Draco consented. "Very well," The voice said as a man entered the room, the one who would perform the sealing and binding of their marriage. And so in that little room Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were married. Who would have thought? And life was about to become very strange for the pair.