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With a slight pop Hermione arrived outside of an empty yard. Hermione thought real hard about an address she knew. Suddenly an abandoned looking house appeared. She walked up the path and put her hand on the door. Hermione didn't want to admit it, but she was afraid. Afraid of what could be on the other side of that door. Afraid of what might not be on the other side of that door.

Hermione slowly opened the door, unaware of the breath she was holding. It was quiet… to quiet. She stepped inside the house and listened for something, anything.

There was a sound of footsteps from downstairs in the kitchen. It only sounded like one person. Especially since there wasn't any sound of talking. Hermione pulled her wand from her back pocket and crept down the steps and towards the kitchen. She reached the door of the kitchen and noticed her quick, ragged breathing. Hermione decided that a surprise attack was best. She slammed open the door.

"Petrificus Totalus!" she cried.

There was a dull thud as a body hit the floor. Hermione couldn't really see the person but slowly walked toward it with her wand still out ready for anything.

Hermione finally saw the attacker. She was too shocked to actually do anything until she realized that… she had made a mistake, a huge mistake.

"Oh my gosh! Charlie! I am so sorry! Finite. I thought you were a Death Eater or something!" Hermione held out her hand to help the red head up.

Charlie stood up and brushed the non-existent dirt from his clothes. Charlie straightened up and towered over the girl who just single handedly took him down. Charlie had to be at least six foot one. His hair was long, not like Bill's but it almost covered his glistening blue eyes. He was tanned and muscular. 'Probably from fighting dragons in the sun everyday.' Hermione thought.

Charlie smiled. "I'm going to act like none of that happened… So, Hermione! How are you?"

Hermione laughed. "I think I'll forget about that, too. I'm fine, how are you?"

"Just peachy." Charlie turned and looked in to the muggle refrigerator. "There is nothing to eat in the house when Mum isn't here to cook!"

Hermione laughed and looked in the fridge and cabinets. "Let's see… hmm… noodles, broccoli, and cheese. If you want I can make you something."

Charlie looked shocked. "You can cook?"

Hermione smiled. "Yea… I just don't often because they have the elves at Hogwarts and you mum refuses to let me help."

"Wow! I didn't know that! Sure go ahead." Charlie sat down as Hermione prepared dinner.

"So, Charlie, how come you are the only one here?" Hermione suddenly remembered the letter she received. "Wait! Why was it so important that I come here? Is somebody hurt?" Hermione began to look panicked.

Charlie looked like he was battling with himself. "Uhh, no one is hurt or anything. There is just… a situation that we need to talk about."

"Oh… wait, who is we? You and me?" Hermione asked not comprehending what was going on.

"Well, yea, I can tell you if you want, but someone else can tell you if you'd rather." Charlie said slowly.

"No, its okay, you can tell me." Hermione said, starting to cook again.

Fortunately for Charlie she had to turn around and she didn't catch the uncomfortable look on his face.

"Okay… well, yesterday a new law came into effect because of the war against Voldermort and stuff. The law states that any witch or wizard between the ages of 17 and 35 have to be married before New Year's Eve of this year."

BOOM! Hermione had dropped a pot. "Shit! Holy crap, Charlie! Are you serious!" Hermione said.

"Yea… and there's more. If someone can't find a person to marry by September first then the Ministry is assigning them to another person. Only the Ministry has any say in who marries who in that case."

"I… I don't know what to think right now." Hermione sat down at the kitchen table with a dazed look on her face.

"There's more…"

"Oh, God."

"Well… the point of this law is that in the case that a whole bunch of people die… the people left will all be married and, umm, ready to repopulate the wizarding world. All the couples have to, umm, consummate the marriage… and, umm, continue to have… sex… once a month for like ever."

"I cannot believe this… I mean… What kind of retard would do this?"

Charlie suddenly burst out laughing.

Hermione looked horrified. "Do you think this is funny? Is this some sort of joke… well it's not funny." Hermione suddenly, stood up causing her chair to fall backwards.

Charlie stopped laughing. "I'm sorry. It's just… you said retard… and I thought of Ron… because he's an idiot… and was a total git about this."

"Oh… why what did he do?" Hermione asked picking up her chair and sitting back down.

"Well he didn't say anything for about an hour. We all, well me, Bill, my dad, and the twins, just sat there looking at him for like a long time. Then, finally he said he was going to ask you to marry him, but the twins started cracking up and he got all mad and asked what there problem was."

Hermione just starred at Charlie waiting for him to continue.

"Well then, they said you would never accept because he, Ron, is a… well, the nice was of saying it is butthead. So Ron got madder and the Lavender appeared at our house and asked Ron to marry her and he accepted."