Growing up, Draco Malfoy was a spoiled rich kid. His family was the most well-known of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, and his father owned half of Wizarding London. His father controlled every aspect of his son's life; where he went to school, who his friends should be, who he should stay away from.

But he was no longer constricted by his father. Two years after being sentenced to life imprisonment due to his roll in the Second Wizarding War, Lucius Malfoy died from pneumonia alone in an 8x8 cell in Azkaban. Draco, being his heir, became the the Lord of Malfoy Manor and President of Malfoy International.

He'd decided to leave his mother the Manor, then she decided to turn it into a Children's Home for War Orphans. Draco was proud of his mother. Narcissa had come far from the woman the world had known. No longer did she subscribe to the Pureblood manifesto. She welcomed her sister, Andromeda, back into her life and had a monthly tea with Harry Potter which grew into an easy friendship.

Draco had buried the hatchet with Harry as well. He had shown up and pleaded for Draco and Narcissa's lives during the Death Eater Trials of 1998. When they were both given one year of house arrest instead of Azkaban, he knew it was because of the Boy Who Lived's testimony. Harry was also the only one who checked in on the Malfoy's each week during that year and slowly he became friends with them both.

And today, when the Prophet announced Ministry Decree #957, Harry was the first person to show up in their Floo. "What the hell, Potter! Did you know about this?" Harry rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"I was aware that they were trying to pass it through, but Hermione was fighting it. She's still trying to get it overturned. They made the announcement last night. I would have been here earlier, but I was getting married before the Ministry tried pairing me off with someone other than my girlfriend." Harry moved to sit on the armchair closest to him.

"Well, congratulations to you and Ginny, Potter. I guess Granger and the Weasel are getting hitched then?" Draco didn't know why he should care, but it made his stomach turn to think of Granger being with Weasley. Well, he did know. He wanted the witch. Had wanted her since Fourth Year in fact.

Harry started laughing loudly, "Hermione and Ron? Yeah, no. They would kill each other." Draco looked surprised which made Harry smirk. "He cheated on her, you know? Her! She would never give him another chance. They haven't spoken in months. I don't know why I'm telling you this. If she knew, she'd Avada me." He looked around as if she would appear any moment. Harry left a few minutes later, wishing Draco luck. Then the Ministry Owl arrived and his future was in his hands.

Hermione sighed for the millionth time that morning. After congratulating her roommates on their marriage, she had locked herself in her room. She could not believe that there was now a marriage law! All these months of appeals and they passed it anyway. She flopped down on her bed and began to cry.

She must've cried herself to sleep because she awoke a few hours later by a knock at her door. "Hermione, it's me. Let me in, please. An Owl just came from the Ministry. I think it's your match results." Ginny pleaded from the other side of the door. Hermione undid the wards on her door then flicked it open.

"Hey, you're all puffy. You've been crying. Listen, maybe it won't be that bad. I mean, not for nothing but you did say that you were lonely and desperate just last week." Ginny smirked then nudged Hermione with her foot. "Come on, smile. And open this damn letter!" Ginny tossed her the letter and she caught it deftly in her hand.

With a deep breath, she broke the wax seal and began to read:

Dear Miss Hermione J. Granger,

In accordance with Ministry Law and Decree #957, we are pleased to announce that your match will be with Mr. Draco Lucius Malfoy of Wiltshire, England. The algorithm used found the following results:

Empathy - 95.8% Match

Communication - 96 .3% Match

Intelligence - 98.9% Match

Love - 97.3% Match

Magical Ability - 99.7% Match

Total - 97.6% Marriageable Match

This match was our most impressive of all 237 matches made. We would like to remind you that you and your match have approximately one year to marry and an additional two years to give birth to a minimum of one child. As you are aware, this last war devastated our Wizarding population, and this new decree will help by matching Witches and Wizards to ensure a child with magical ability will be born, this decreasing the possibility of a Squib and increasing the Wizarding population.

Good luck and our congratulations,

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Minister of Magic and his constituents

Hermione sat there speechless and in shock. Ginny walked over and took the parchment from her friend's hand. "Oh! Oh sweet mother of Merlin!" She covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. You see, Ginny knew Hermione's secret infatuation with one, Draco Malfoy. She'd let it slip a few months ago while drunk.

Later, Hermione found herself sitting in the dining room at Grimmauld Place, nursing a plate of biscuits, with a new letter in her hands. It was from Draco Malfoy and he was inviting her to dinner that night. Ginny came down and sat next to her. "He wants to meet for dinner. What am I supposed to wear?" Ginny smirked. If that's all she was worried about then Ginny had a feeling that Hermione was going to be just fine.

A/N: Okay, so I know you may think the Marriage Law fic is overdone, but I have been wanting to write one. Anywho, leave a review. xoxo