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TheAngelOnYourRight: Once again thankyou for your faithful reviewing! I wasn't sure if I was being obvious or not with both of my cliff hangers - in my eyes they were both sublte and obvious but then again I already knew! In this chap you'll see whats up with Angelina - check if you're right!

thefangirlthatwon'tshutup: Thankou for saying my story is good - it really made me smile. I'm just writing what I think would be a cool idea (no complaints about JKRs work though!) and I'm glad I've made someone else smile! All shall be revealed in this chapter about who it is ;)

another boring flobberworm: Tadah! Update! Sorry for the delayed responce but I hope you enjoy!

When Forces Collide

-After the wizarding war ended the magical population hit an all time low and all of the students have returned to a rebuilt Hogwarts to finish their school year. As a result the Ministry of Magic have issued a new law. A marriage law. Now every wizard aged 16 to 35 is paired up – no exceptions. So what happens when soul mates are split, enemies are matched and friends are torn apart?

It had been one week exactly since The Day, as they had taken to calling it. The Day was perfect in everyway for George and Angelina.

"I'm leaving.." George stated but before he could apparate away Angelina said something that stopped him dead in his tracks…

"I'm pregnant!"

The glass of watered-down butterbeer Molly had been sipping smashed against the hard wood floors.

"You're w-what?" George stuttered.

"I'm pregnant…"

The young man slowly turned to face his ex-fiancé.

"Pregnant? As in baby? As in my baby?"

Angelina giggled at the redhead's innocent eyes. "Yes. As in baby- as in yours. You're going to be a father."

"But- the law? What about Harry? Are we eloping? I-" Before George could ramble on further; Angelina cut him off.

"Pregnancy is grounds for an appeal. I snuck into my Dad's office over the weekend and dug through the ministry files. He's in charge of re-partnering the appealed cases and there were several successful appeals due to an unknown pregnancy. We're getting back together..." Angelina's ecstatic expression slowly evolved into one of dismay after witnessing George's expressionless face. "That is… If you'll have me?" Like anytime she felt uncomfortable, Angelina began to talk to the floor playing with her hands to avoid eye contact. If she was rejected she couldn't bare to be looking George in the eye as she lost the second twin. She internally cringed at the thought of calling George 'the second twin'. He was so much better than that. He was kind and sweet; caring and concerned. Never pushy or invasive however personal and invested. He was smart and witty yet never big-headed or pompous. He was everything a girl could ever wish for and there she was labeling his as nothing more than 'the second twin'. He was so much more. As she was thinking about George, her mouth kept on speaking unbeknownst to her brain. Words were spilling out of her mouth making very little sense about family and involvement – everything unmonitored by her mind. Before her brain had a chance to silence her meaningless rant; a warm set of lips crashed onto hers. In the background Molly's voice echoed around the room full of George's family. Red-headed blurs were hugging and celebrating but Angelina closed her eyes and enjoyed having George back in her arms. His toned arms snaked around Angelina's small waist holding her firmly in place; deepening the kiss. His kiss, so passionate, so warm. She had pined for his affections during their fight and now she had him back – she didn't plan on letting him go. The intimate moment, surrounded by the Weasley clan, was interrupted by Charlie; tapping George's right shoulder: "Mate she's already pregnant – we'd rather not relive that night right now – we're trying to eat!"

George and Angleina broke apart, their eyes still locked, "Excuse me a second Angie – I have a brother to murder." With that, the two siblings ran outside like they did when they were younger. That evening they left hand in hand with plans to visit the Ministry.

Despite how 'fairytale' the day was for Angelina and George – Hermione's day merely continued to get worse.

"Students. After giving you time to adjust to the changes; the ministry has made it mandatory for all those taking part to attend these classes I…" The witches eyes drifted towards the back of the room.

Hermione didn't even have to turn around, she'd recognize that voice anywhere.

"Sorry I'm late – I was escorting a ministry worker here – apparently she'll be taking this class from now on." Without looking his way; Hermione could hear the smirk in his voice. What she didn't expect to hear only seconds after was an insufferably high pitched giggle. Everyone in the class instantly knew who owned that laugh. She was back…

Dolores Jane Umbridge.

"Now students," The irritatingly perky voice spoke, "Some of you may remember me. And never fear –" Se said as she walked towards the front of the classroom, "I have not forgotten you." She sent a particularly well hidden glare towards Hermione, Ron and Harry as if to punctuate her speech with a 'Dot. Dot. Dot.'

"Now children, Minerva, I will be your new Life Classes teacher. Minerva – you are dismissed." Her condescending tone clearly infuriated McGonagall and therefore; Hermione. The young witch considered this her home – much like Harry – and by extension; the professors were her slightly eccentric family. Much like any other family Hermione took great offence when an outsider changed the structure of the family and didn't take too kindly to hurtful behavior. To keep herself from speaking out Hermione dug her nails into her palm in a fist shape and squeezed tightly to silently vent her anger. Seconds later Draco sauntered over to the desk and overly loudly said "Hermione, dear, why you shouldn't do that," he motioned to her fists and covered one of her hands with his is in a patronizing manner. "You'll hurt yourself silly!" Her lightly tapped her nose thereby drawing the whole classes attention. "While we're on the subject of things that'll hurt your precious little head; I hope the tea I made wasn't too hot for 'ickle Hermy…" Her flushed cheeks betraying her, she began to blush at the unwelcome attention. Umbridge seemed to be enjoying the spectacle and didn't intervene. "Hermy? Are you ok? You look a bit peaky! Then again with that frizzy mess of hair and pale complexion; it's hard to tell! I – " Draco was silenced by the sound of Hermione's wooden chair screeching against the cold stone floor. Her slightly heeled shoes spoke for themselves as she stormed out of lesson. No one saw her again until that night.

As Draco strolled into his new house to an angry Hermione. Before she said anything a curse aimed directly for Draco came flying across the room. Unfortunately for Hermione, Draco narrowly missed the full force of the cure and instead of the body binding she had intended; he seemed winded and little else.

"You completely humiliated me Draco! In front of everyone!" Hermione yelled - arms flailing. "I can't forgive you for this - not yet at least. Being civil clearly isn't working as you don't seem to understand the BLOODY definition of kind so how about this: I'll pretend you're dead and you treat me like a Princess for the next twenty years or so help me Merlin..." She snarled, "You'll WISH you were dead..." As she turned to walk away Draco made his move:

"Parva vulnus!" he shouted aiming his wand at Hermione's back. She gasped as the initial pain hit and fell to the floor. Draco cautiously made his way over to Hermione, wand drawn and ready to fire until he saw her laying there. Inch long cuts cover her skin and small patches of crimson blood stained her white shirt. Draco had not intentionally hurt Hermione this much. His father had taught him this curse before the war and Draco never knew what it did – until now. Hastily he murmured the spell to reverse the bleeding – the same spell Snape had used when he had been hit in the bathroom with 'sectumsempra'.

"Apud sanare cito, paullatim". As the blood flow reversed he noticed something. Despite the propaganda and lies his father fed him about blood status; he couldn't help but notice Hermione 'Mudblood' Granger's blood was the same pure red as his…

Hermione spent the next few days in the infirmary after Draco had healed her and called Potty and Weasel to take her to Madam Pomfrey. Following that, she was allowed the rest of the week in her room – providing she kept up with her school work. Hermione had no issue with catching up as she was already ahead so agreed that bed rest was the best thing. Draco for once didn't argue against sleeping on the couch. The next day she was due back in lessons and that evening was the first time she came out of the room in almost a week. She didn't spend too long outside of her shell and rushed into the bathroom, locking the doors for a shower. Draco took this opportunity to rush into the bedroom and prepare. As he silently entered he noted how clean and organized everything was – not a thing out of place. He tiptoed over to the made bed and tucked a small envelope slightly under the quilt. He rushed out of the room, shutting the door as quietly as possible, just as the shower turned off. He resumed his studies in the sitting room and eventually drifted off to sleep later that evening.

Hermione got dressed and dried her hair magically before turning to face the bed. As she peeled back the covers a single white envelope addressed to her fell out onto the floor. She bent down to pick it up and was shocked by the contents. She stumbled over to her desk and pulled out Draco's note from a previous argument. Confirming Hermione's suspicions the torn paper matched up perfectly to the new note. It simply read:

…I'm sorry.

DISCLAIMER: I (unfortunately) don't own Harry Potter *sigh* however if JKR wants to hand over the rights - I'm up for it ;)

At the moment I'm feeling rather tired and dizzy so I appologise if something doesn't make sense or doesnt fit - leave me a review and I'll change it but right now: an update is better than nothing!

Also: making up spells is fun! Like most other speels - i just traslated phrases into latin.

Parva vulnus: Small wounds

Apud sanare cito, paullatim: Heal with little pain quickly

I thought the note was cute and to be hoest I thought it was a nice little bit I added in *pats myself on the back*

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-ScarsAndStars