First and foremost, I would like to point out that though I admire the woman's writing prowess I am not, nor will I ever be J.K. Rowling. So needless to say, I don't own anything Harry Potter, so if you recognize it I probably don't own it

Secondly this is my first ever attempt at a Grape so flamers, go easy.

Thirdly except for a few brief mentions, the life of Tom Marvolo Riddle, a.k.a. Lord Voldemort is completely ignored. Well at least, as of right now I'm not planning on using his name a lot.

Fourthly, 99.987654321% of this story will be in Hermione's P.O.V. Except for a few brief spots of somebody elses.

Fifthly, I will never beg for reviews, but I would greatly appreciate them. I'm all for constructive criticism, and would also greatly appreciate that, but as for my number two, flamers please go easy.

P.S. Expect some OOCness in this chapter.

P.S.S. Since this chapter is short I decided to give it to you a little early. :)

And last but certainly not least, Enjoy!

This chapter was beta-d by Aimless Wonder. :) Thank you.

Deseo del Corazón

Chapter Six

Hermione was still fuming when she appeared back at the Burrow. Entering the house, she slammed the door behind her. The action startling the occupants who were sitting down for supper.

"Hermione?" Molly stood from seat, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong!?" She cried as she jabbed a finger out the window. "Not only are they fucking forcing everybody to get married, but they expect us to just have a child almost instantly. Like I said to that man at the Ministry, I refuse to be treated like some bitch for breeding."

Walking around the table, she moved towards the staircase, leaving a baffled group of people. The exception being the twins, who were laughing quietly to themselves at her outburst until she heard Molly reprimand them. Entering her shared room, Hermione slammed herself down into the chair at Ginny's desk.

Only after several minutes of willing herself to calm down did she remember the envelope in her hands. Ripping it open, she slide the booklet out onto the desk. Discarding the envelope, she opened the booklet and took a look at the guidelines before turning to the next page. She froze as she stared down at the first sentence.

Describe your ideal wedding.

For the second time within less than an hour, Hermione found herself shocked, though it quickly turned to thoughtfulness as she regarded the form. How would she describe her ideal wedding? Grabbing a quill from the drawer and opening one of Ginny's ink bottles, she placed the tip on the parchment. After pausing for a second, she started to write.

- The ceremony would be located in a meadow, the edges, chairs and altar lined with orchids, lilies, lilacs, roses, gardenias and hydrangeas.

- Chairs would be set in two groups, but with mixed seating.

- At the end of the aisle, over the altar, there would be a wooden arch woven with flowers and thin fabrics of white cloth.

What time of year would your ideal wedding occur in?

- The middle of spring; past when it's raining all of the time but before it gets too hot during the day.

How many children do you want?

She glared at the paper. She wanted children, but she didn't want to be forced to have them.

- I would like at least two, but less than four. I don't want only one child, because I was quite lonely during my childhood.

She turned the page.

What do you want to do with your life?

- To get a steady job for about two years, before I get married (thought that's unlikely at this point).

- To have enough money saved up for my children, so that I may buy them anything that they could ever want, without spoiling them.

- I want a marriage that will last! NO MATTER WHAT!

How often do you want to have sex?

"What!?" She yelled. "What does that have to do with the date of our wedding!?"

Hermione grabbed a fresh piece of parchment as she took a glance at the clock.

Snape,

We need to meet. NOW!

I will be waiting for you outside the Three Broomsticks at 6 o'clock to discuss this stupid evaluation.

See you then,

Hermione

Hastily folding the parchment, she grabbed the booklet before stomping down the stairs. Ignoring the cautious the looks she walked straight over to Aphrodite.

"Take this to Professor Snape, please."

The owl seemed to raise an eyebrow at the huffiness of her tone as she grabbed the letter in her talons. She swooped low over the table to grab a biscuit before flying out the window. Hermione turned around and found George grinning at her.

"She's definitely Snape's, alright," he said as he shook his head, "Only he'd be able to teach his owls how to raise an eyebrow like that."

He then proceeded to do an imitation of raising his own eyebrow, causing Fred to burst out laughing.

"You're doing it wrong," said Fred, "You need to keep your face blank and scrunch up your nose, see? And don't forget the sneer. Like this."

This time it was Ron that burst out laughing.

Rolling her eyes at their antics, she walked towards the door

"I'll be back." As an afterthought she turned to the Weasley matriarch. "Sorry for yelling at you earlier, Molly. I didn't mean to. I was just frustrated."

Molly walked over to her and gave her a hug. "It's alright dear. I understand."

Hermione returned the hug, before pulling away and exiting through the door. After she apparated away George immediately turned to his twin.

"Ten galleons says that Snape gets her knocked up before the wedding."

Molly promptly gave him a smack over the head at that comment.

So, what did you think? Sorry it's short, but I wanted the meeting at the Three Broomsticks to have it's own chapter. When do you guys want the first lemon between our faavorite bushy haired know it all and younger than expected snarky potions professor? How long do you want their engagement to be? Do you want Fred or George to win the bet?