A/N: I don't own anything, but the plot. The rest belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
Yes, some character's are o/c. This story is rated "M" for a reason, if that doesn't interest you, please move on. All reviews are appreciated, so long as they're constructive. Needless to stay this is a Snamione Fanfiction, if you don't like that, maybe take a pass on reading this.
Chapter 1:
Hermione's P.O.V.
It had been barely a year after the 2nd Great Wizarding War, in which Harry Potter fought and defeated Lord Voldemort. The Wizarding World was rebuilding and mourning their loved ones Hermione and Ronald had moved into Number 12 Grimauld Place with best friend and war hero Harry Potter. Hermione was expecting Ronald to propose any day now. She knew Molly was expecting it as well, she had assured her that Ronald was going to marry her.
Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table with the window open, drinking her morning coffee as she waiting for the morning post. Harry and Ronald were just stumbling down the stairs as the owls carrying their post arrived. Hermione frowned at the Ministry owls, three of them to be precise. All holding very official looking letters for each of the Grimauld Place residents. The boys eyed the owls as the came in and took their respective letters as Hermione took hers, but unlike Hermione they didn't open the letter right away, They tossed it next to their plates, having decided that breakfast was more important than Ministry letters. Besides, if it was important, Hermione would let them know. Hermione frowned as she read the letter allowed to the boys, who's mouths had fallen open with shock and had them scrambling for their own letters.
Miss Hermione Granger,
A new department has been set up to deal with the newest law to be implemented by the Ministry of Magic, The Marriage Law was put into place during a meeting late last night. Muggle-born witches and wizards will be stripped of their rights and married off to one of the suitable bachelors or bachelorettes in the provided list. The Pure-Blood, meaning Half-Blood in certain cases, Wife or Husband of the Muggle-born spouse will be in charge of all aspects of the Muggle-borns life. Be it financial, work, sexual relations and whatever else the Pure-Blood spouse decides. All marriages implemented under the Marriage Law will be expected to conceive within one year of the marriage date. The law itself will remain in place until such a time that Muggle-born's have replenished the lives lost in the 2nd Great Wizarding War. All Muggle-borns are provided with a list of suitors. You have one week to decide which proposal you would like to accept. If you do not comply with the law, or make any attempts to escape the law, your want will be snapped and you will return to the Muggle World without your memories of the Magical World.
Hoping you're well,
Department of Marriage Law
Darius Wick
Hermione sat frozen in shock as she finished reading aloud. The boys were quickly skimming their own letters. Harry's eyes immediately went to Ronald and Hermione, there was no way this was going to end well.
"Well. " Hermione started, and then pausing to take a deep breath, "I'm sure you'll be on my list, Ronald. Shall we skip ahead and say I accept?" Ronald's startled eyes met her own and she felt dread when she saw his panic.
"I'm not marrying you!" Ronald spat out, "Our babies would be bushy-haired know-it-all's, and I can barely stand it when you kiss me, I don't want to fuck you!" Ronald grabbed his latter from the table, and stormed from the room after his outburst. Harry moved to comfort Hermione as tears began rolling down her cheeks. Hermione sobbed into his chest for awhile before Ginny arrived via the Floo, knowing that her brother would finally have to tell Hermione how he felt, and was sure he'd be as sensitive as he normally was, meaning not.
Ginny let out a soft gasp as she came into the kitchen, finding her brothers best friend trying to sooth Hermione's tears without much success, and giving her a pleading look as he noticed her enter the kitchen. Ginny quickly bustled over, emulating her mother very well as she set about making tea and trying to cheer up her best friend. She held out a tea cup for Hermione, who took it with shaking hands. Before she handed the other one to Harry.
"My brother is a fucking arse." Ginny muttered loud enough for the two others to hear. "Don't pay him any attention. You had it right in fifth year, Harry told me, he has the emotional range of a teaspoon." That got a small giggle out of everyone. Before Hermione took a deep breath and seemed to come into herself. Drawing herself up, she looked down at the letter on the table in front of her, before setting it aside to see the list provided. She let out an unladylike snort of disbelief as she read the names allowed.
Vincent Crabbe
Theodore Nott Sr.
Mundungus Fletcher
Horace Slughorn
Severus Snape
Antonin Dolohov
"I can already see who I'll have to pick. " Hermione said with a deep sigh, she had only been up a couple hours and she was already exhausted. At Harry and Ginny's confused looks she explained. "Well, I can't very well marry Death Eaters, so that cuts out Crabbe, Nott Sr., and Dolohov."
"Yeah, that's true." Harry said, glad to see his logical female best friend doing her best to stay strong after such an upset. "Might as well say no to Mundungus as well, that is disgusting. Same with Slughorn."
"And Clearly, Ron is out." Ginny mutter with a good deal of anger. " He's not even listed, which leaves.."
"Severus Snape." Hermione finished for her. "He is really the only option for me it seems. Not that he's a great option, but at least we know he was on our side of the war." Harry nodded and sighed, he still didn't like Snape, but he respected him and understood just how hard a place he was in during the war. Not to mention the personal reasons he had to hate Harry.
Hermione summoned a self-inking quill and sent the Ministry and quick missive stating her choice, and sending it off with the her own owl, Hecate. She knew she should be fighting this, but she didn't have it in her to fight anymore, not after the war. Now all she wanted was quiet life. Though, even that seemed out of her reach now.
Severus' P.O.V.
Severus was enjoying a quiet morning in his study. He'd woken in in a good mood for once. It was summer holidays, so he'd be going to Spinsters End to start renovations on his childhood home. It was about time that he let go of the past, and start to live again. No more masters. For once. His life was his own.
He frowned as his fireplace flashed green from the floo lighting the grate. He narrowed his eyes on the Ministry owl flying towards him, giving it a sneer as it landed next to his plate on his desk, holding it's leg out to him, waiting for him to take the letter. Sighing, he complied, taking the letter and tossing the owl a bit of his bacon as he opened the letter.
Dear, Mister Severus Snape.
A new department has been set up to deal with the newest law to be implemented by the Ministry of Magic, The Marriage Law was put into place during a meeting late last night. Muggle-born witches and wizards will be stripped of their rights and married off to one of the suitable bachelors or bachelorettes in the provided list. The Pure-Blood, meaning Half-Blood in certain cases, Wife or Husband of the Muggle-born spouse will be in charge of all aspects of the Muggle-borns life. Be it financial, work, sexual relations and whatever else the Pure-Blood spouse decides. All marriages implemented under the Marriage Law will be expected to conceive within one year of the marriage date. The law itself will remain in place until such a time that Muggle-born's have replenished the lives lost in the 2nd Great Wizarding War. All Muggle-borns are provided with a list of suitors. As a Pure-Blood or Half-Blood Wizard, you will be informed when a Witch chooses you. If you do not comply with the law, or make any attempts to escape the law, your want will be snapped and you will return to the Muggle World without your memories of the Magical World.
Hoping you're well,
Department of Marriage Law
Darius Wick
Severus froze, his hands shaking slightly as her burned with rage. Once again, his life was being taken from him. And the Witch that choose him had very little choice in the matter as well, he couldn't even hate her.
He sighed, shaking his head as he thought over what could have caused the Ministry to loose their damn minds this time. His glare was intense as the flash of green came from the floo once again. He all but snarled as another Ministry owl landed next to his place. Quickly holding up it's leg with the letter on it. Severus took the letter, once again throwing bacon to the feathered messenger. Opening the letter, he stared in shock at the words on the short missive before him.
Congratulations, Mister Severus Snape!
You've been chosen by War Time Heroine Hermione Granger. You two have one week to comply with the law. You will make an appointment with the Department of Marriage Law to set the date of your wedding. Failure to marry on the arranged date will result in intimidate expulsion from the Rewarding World.
Hoping you're well,
Darius Wick
Severus really didn't know how to react. The bushy-haired know-it-all was going to be his wife. He wasn't blind, he saw how absolutely delicious the brat had grown to be. He first noticed it back in her 6th year, she was sitting outside under the shade of a tree reading some impossibly large tome, Her pale skin seemed to glow with health in the soft light, her curls had finally been tamed enough to actually be proper soft bouncy curls of soft chocolate browns, golds, and honey. Her amber eyes glinted with intelligence and passion. He was totally bewitched by her lush and soft curves. Her thick womanly thighs, her plump arse, her creamy skin and her small handfuls for breasts.
He groaned softly as he shook his head, he needed to stop thinking about her that way. There was no way she picked him because she actually wanted him. Chances are he was her only safe option. Sighing, he stood up from his desk, moving towards his cabinet where he keep his bourbon, this was a bourbon kind of morning. He pondered how long it would take Miss Granger to find her way here to tell him exactly how she planned to get out of this. He wasn't sure he even wanted too. This law required them to have sexual relations. He couldn't say he wasn't at all interested, as his throbbing cock was sure to remind him. He poured himself a healthy measure of bourbon, sipping at it slowly as he moved to his favorite armchair by the fireplace, taking the bottle of bourbon with him. He grunted as he placed the bottle on the table next to his chair, sitting down, he sent a quick Incendio towards the fireplace, lighting it, the light flickering along the walls as he sat in quiet contemplation.