I thought this up after reading Rebellion Author's story, Forgetting Hogwarts. I didn't like how it ended, so I changed it a little… a lot. Credit goes to the wonderful and fabulous JK Rowling and the awesome writer of ideas, Rebellion Author.
Chapter 1: The Marriage Law
Hermione woke up to a tapping on her window. She stood up and stretched. Tap, tap, tap. She walked over to her window, opening it so that one barn owl and a snowy owl flew in the window. She paid the barn owl for the Daily Prophet. Hermione sat down at her oak desk. She quickly scanned Harry's letter. 'I feel so bad for you… bla bla bla… Marrying Malfoy… Bla bla bla… See you on the train.'
"WHAT!" Hermione exclaimed. She reread the letter, but this time out loud. " 'Hermione/ I feel so bad for you. The ministry has made a new law, but knowing you, you would have found some way to get around it already. Anyway, I can't believe they are making all muggleborn witches marry purebloods or become a maid in a pureblood's household. Maybe you could marry Ron. That might work out. Instead of you marrying someone that you don't know and all./ See you later on the train/ Harry.' WTF!" Hermione exclaimed.
She then opened the Daily Prophet and saw:
IMPORTANT: NEW LAW
This past week, it has been called to the Minister's attention that there aren't many witches or wizards in Britain. Therefore, the Minister decided to pass this new law. Every muggleborn witch between the ages of fifteen to twenty-three must marry a pureblood wizard, become a maid for their household, or be forced out of the wizarding community. The Minister of Magic has told us that there will be a list of all available purebloods and muggleborns, probably being let out in the next few days. All the mudblood witches will have three days after this list is let out to find a suitable fiancé. If they don't have one in this time limit, they will be given a partner or a household to serve. Continued on page three.
"You HAVE to be kidding me!" Hermione exclaimed and threw the newspaper onto the floor. "They can't do this."
"Can't do what?" A voice came from the doorway.
"Look at the newspaper," Hermione answered her mother. "Could we leave to the train station now?"
"Sure honey," her mother answered. "Why the bad mood?"
"No reason." Hermione packed the newspaper into her trunk and levitated it down to the garage. Within thirty minutes, they were in the car driving towards Kings Cross Station.