You're My Boss …
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
'Ok Mr. Malfoy you are sentenced to house arrest and 3000 hours of community service.' Minister for Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt spoke.
'That's…' doing the math on his head. '18 months of service.'
'Yes, I think that is very fare, considering… You will be helping the research team as part of your service. If you refuse you will go back to Azkaban. Do you understand?'
Yes sir. Research?'
'Yes, St Mungos is having an issue and you will be helping with the research to find a cure.'
'But sir I'm not trained in healing.'
'No but you have knowledge of the dark arts. So you will help in that capacity. Do you have a problem with that?'
'No sir, I will do what I can to help.'
~o~
'Good, now they are expecting you down in the library.'
'Good morning,' as she placed the last of the note pads and pens on the tables. 'We are just waiting for one more person and then we can get started. I'm not sure it is a blessing or a curse but we have an expert in the dark arts to come down and help us.' as three men entered the room.
'Miss. Granger we are delivering your newest employee.' Kingsley spoke.
'Oh, thank you sir, we can now get started.'
'She is my… boss?' Lucius snarled as he looked around the room.
'Yes, you must be here every morning by 8, help with the research. If I hear of any trouble from you, and you will go straight back to Azkaban, do you understand?' Lucius nodded his head.
'Ok now that everybody is here, can everybody take a seat and let's get started. I would like to thank you all for coming down to help. St Mungos has an issue with fertility. We are not sure of the reason but this all cropped up after the war ended. Let me introduce everyone. I am Hermione Granger, I have my masters in Potions and Charms. And joining our team from St Mungos, we have Healer Karen Karr, from the maternity ward, and Healer Sam Carter, from the curse ward. From the ministry's curse department Mark Smith and Susan Michaels. And our dark arts specialist is Lucius Malfoy.' as she went up to the front of the room. 'We have two more joining us at the end of the week, but for now Karen can you tell us what we know so far?'
Karen stood and handed out folders to all. 'Well we have 10 couples so far to get pregnant but not able to carry to term and 12 not being able to conceive at all. All tests have come back normal, the only thing we can think is a curse or potion was used during the war. Mr. Malfoy do you know or can you look into your resources to see if there were any curses included a fertility issue?' Lucius nodded. 'We do know 16 of the 35 people did sustain the cruciatus curse. There are a few purebloods, but we think that maybe more of a blood curse. The female couldn't conceive after many attempts but then tried with another male a got pregnant but couldn't carry to term. Here again Mr. Malfoy can you research that as well or give one of us access to your library?' he nodded again in acceptance.
'Yes, please call me Lucius, can I ask, the couple, 2 purebloods?'
'Um…' looking thru her papers. 'Page 11 and 12 in your folder. Yes the couple was 2 pure bloods using fertility potions, nothing. But she tried again with a half blood and got pregnant but couldn't carry to term.' Lucius started to write in his note book. 'Most women can get pregnant but cannot carry so something is causing miscarriages. I would love to find the reason for this because if we have all of the 5th, 6th and 7th years that helped fight in the war getting ready to start families and without them the wizarding would will fail.' as Karen sat down Hermione stood up.
'We wanted to keep everyone anonyms, but I will tell you I am page 3. I suffered multiple curses, to include the cruciatus and then,' she pulled up her sleeve to show "MUDBLOOD" carved there. 'This was a gift from Bellatrix, we are not sure what curse was attached to the dagger. And then I have this.' as she opened her blouse to show a pinkish-silver scar running across her abdomen and up to her chest. 'Dolohov did this… Lucius you might recognize his work.' as Lucius nodded in disgust to his knowledge. 'The curse did not affect my uterus in the sense of physical damage but as of right now I cannot carry a child. My fiancée, a pureblood, left because of it. Not even giving me a third chance. So I am dedicated to help find a cure, so others will not go thru this rejection. So please let's work together and see if we can find a solution to this problem.' as she buttoned up her blouse. 'We will meet again on Thursday this should give all of us a chance to hit the books and learn something. Thank you again.'
'He was a fool to leave you.' Lucius drawled as he finished writing notes.
'Well it wasn't too much of a surprise, when things get tough he runs.'
~o~
'Welcome back, I figured you would have worked from home today.'
'Not like I had a choice. I was told I had to be here every day, so I am here.' Lucius snarled as he dropped a sheaf of papers in front of Hermione.
'Wow, thank you.' as she flipped through them. 'What is with the attitude? I told you, you could work from home. So you can drop the attitude but thank you for this it will be very helpful.'
'Kingsley said I had to…'
'To help us figure this out and if your work required to stay home and use the Malfoy Manor library then that is where you need to be.'
'Oh, well I am here so let's get back to work.'
'Lucius, I was wondering if you would be interested in going out for dinner later? And maybe getting to know each other better?'
'Like a date? Why?'
'Well to be truthful, I find you very interesting, I found that I have a hard time connecting with men my age. You can hold an intelligent conversation, you are very handsome, and I find you very sexy.' she blushed.
'Oh, well thank you but… yes you are the brightest witch of your time but you are still a muggle. I will not sullen my bloodlines.'
'Oh… ok, but as you are a supposedly reformed death eater. I don't see a lot of pureblood witches falling at your feet, and if what you say about Draco disowning you, you have no heir. I was willing to put the past behind us and move on but hey I gave it a try.' as she got up from the table. 'If you have more research to do at your library you can go home.'
~o~
'Welcome back. What have we learned?'
'Well, Lucius gave us the dagger Bellatrix used and we have found the curses in it.' Mark said with a smile.
'A few more days and we might have an antidote.' Susan added everyone clapped in excitement.
'We knew of a few curses that use purple flames but thanks to Lucius for letting us know the curse used on you, Hermione...' Sam now spoke, 'We might be able to come up with a counter curse.' Hermione could only smile at the thought of a cure.
'Well I would like to welcome Healer Doug Martin, a muggle born healer who comes from the states, his specialty is in fertility and from St Mungos French sister hospital Healer Draco Black.' everybody welcomed the new additions to the room, well all but Lucius.
'Draco.'
'Lucius.'
'Okay you two do I need to put you two in different rooms?' Hermione came up behind them. 'Draco, your father is helping so please…'
'Don't worry Hermione, he disowned me a long time ago, he is just a co-worker now. I hope he and his mother are doing well.' Lucius spoke before turning to return to his seat.
'Well good we need both of you. Doug and Draco let me get you two caught up.' as she told of what they had learned so far.
'Can I ask? Has blood work been taken from everyone?' Doug asked the room.
'Um… no but we have scanned everyone and all of the test can back in the normal ranges.' Karen opened her folder to the test results.
'Right, but this one is right on the edge of normal and when it comes to the numbers it can be just one under normal with both parties and it is enough to not happen. Let's say the iron levels are one below low normal it will throw everything off, it will cause the uterus not to work properly. so can we get a blood sample on everyone?' Doug asked. 'And I'm not seeing a ph level here.' as he flipped through the papers. 'Ph levels also will cause issues with the conception.'
'Yes, we should be able to get both of those by the end of day,' as she wrote a quick note and duplicated it. 'We can send out owls right now and get them in here.' Hermione turned to hand the papers off to her assistant. 'But you can take mine, right now if you like?' as she rolled her sleeve up.
'And mine,' as Draco followed Hermione and rolled his sleeve up. 'I'm page 12 she couldn't get pregnant but got up the duff with a half blood but didn't carry to term.'
'I'm sorry Draco.' Hermione whispered.
'Oh it's fine it was and arranged marriage, wasn't really in love with her so… it all worked out for the best.' Draco dropped his eyes. Doug spent the rest of the day taking blood from them and the others in the study group as they came in.
'Hey, do you have time for dinner or are you busy with this.' as he held up the book of curses.
'Well yes, I think my eyes are starting to cross. The curse breakers are starting to think it is more of a blood, lineage curse. Like your fa… Lucius said about a Malfoy could never sire an heir from a muggle.'
'So are we all going to have to have our family trees studied?' Draco smiled.
'Well yea, we will need to see if there is a blood compatibility test. Wouldn't it be funny if we were related?' Hermione giggled.
'Yea you walk up to him and say hey cousin. Oh Lucius would faint dead away.' Draco started to laugh. 'If that ever happens please make sure I'm in the room when you tell him.' they enjoyed dinner and conversation.
~o~
A week went by everybody was working hard. Hermione and Draco spent a lot of time together.
'Reminds me of school you holed up at a table with stacks of books around you.' Draco smirked, as he came around and gave her pecked on the cheek.
'Good morning. Hey, can I get your help here?' as Hermione pulled out a large scroll. 'Do you know this name?' pointing to a branch of her family tree.
'Draconus Abraxon Malfoy…Oh, yes I do. Who's tree?'
'Mine. Why?'
'Welcome to the family cousin.' Draco smiled.
'What?'
'That is my…' as he counted on his hand. '7th great grandfather on the Malfoy side.'
'What? He's my…' as she counted back on her tree 'He is my 7th too. Oh your father will regret his decision.' she said with a grin.
'What will he regret?'
'Well I asked him out the first week and he went on one of his muggles will not sullen his blood line rant. But now that I can prove I do have magical blood.' she grinned again. 'Is there a portrait in the manor?'
'Yes there should be. Hold no let me try something. Curlin?' pop a small house elf appeared in the room.
'Oh.' Hermione squeaked at the surprise appearance of the elf.
'I didn't think that would work.'
'You still have Malfoy blood in you.' the elf grumbled.
'Mione, try to ask him if he can take you to it.'
'Hi Curlin, my name is Hermione Granger and I have just found out that Draconus Abraxon Malfoy is my 7th great grandfather. Can you take us to his portrait?' Curlin studied the family tree and then grabbed Hermione's hand, he closed his eyes. Hermione glanced up to Draco, who shrugged his shoulders. Just as Curlin dropped her hand, and shivered.
'Yes miss you do carry the Malfoy blood, take my hand please.' he grabbed Draco's hand too and pop they were gone. They apparated to a huge hallway filled with portraits.
'Master Malfoy, I has guests for you.' as Draconus walked into his frame.
'Thank you, Curlin.' as the elf popped out of the hall.
'Great grandfather how are you?'
'Fine, it has been years since I have seen you run the halls. Who is this beautiful creature at your side?'
'Hi sir, my name is Hermione Jean Granger. I am muggle born witch. I have a few questions for you if you wouldn't mind.'
'Of course, ask away.'
'Can you confirm this for us?' as she held up the family tree.
'Oh… Oh. Matilda, I miss you so much. Yes granddaughter, you are family.'
'I'm a Malfoy?'
'Yes, I dated your great grandmother. I wanted to marry her but her parents wouldn't let us. They thought I was just a passing fancy. I missed her so much.'
'Was she muggle born?'
'Yes I believe so. This was before the pureblood fiasco. That was my son Max's fine work.' They had a long conversation about the past, the war and the current situation. 'Max started the Malfoy will not marry or sire a child from a muggle rumor just before I passed.'
That stupid son of mine didn't take into account that not bringing in muggle blood would breed madness, too close of cousins would produce madness.'
Draco giggled. 'Yea we had a few doozies in the last few generations, Aunt Bella.' looking over to Hermione and grinning.
'May I ask how did a muggle get into the hall of family?' Lucius growled as he came down the hall.
'Lucius Abraxas Malfoy don't you talk to your cousin like that.' Draconus yelled at Lucius, who stopped in his tracks to look around.
'Cousin? Who?'
'This beautiful creature standing in front of you. Hermione here is my 7th great granddaughter and you will treat her with respect, show him darling.' as he motioned for the scroll. Lucius snatched up the scroll and studied it.
'How? The curse of muggles?'
'Well, there is no curse. Max was a stupid prat and was scorn by a muggle so he banded them from our blood lines. Hermione is family and will get the respect she deserves. Hermione dear can you hold up that tree again please, I think I missed something.' as Hermione did as she was asked. 'Interesting, yes very interesting.'
'What are you harping on dear grandfather?' Lucius snarled.
'Well, over here on her mother's side 7th great grandmother is Pheona Emphadora Black, so Hermione you are also related to the Blacks. You are a double cousin to Draco.'
'Where have I heard that name… ?' Hermione asked Draco, he just shrugged. 'Emphadora…, Emphadora Potter! That was Harry's grandmother. By any chance is Harry related to us?'
'Well if she was a Black then most likely, most of the wizarding world came from a few adding muggles along the way.' Draconus smiled. 'When you go back generations you will find a whole bunch of family, well in the wizarding world you do. Draco can you go get the book marked "Watching 1800" I think there will be something in there that might help you figure out your problems.' Draco returned with the book. 'Can you turn to page…743 I think?' as Draco did as asked. 'Please read the page please.'
'The 7th generation will come together to fix the future.'
'Grandfather, how did you know and remember?'
'Well I am a seer and that is my book.'
'So, the seventh generation needs to marry and have children?' Hermione asked. 'And we have to mix up the purity? But will we need to do everyone's family tree to make sure both people are at least 7 generations apart?' Hermione questioned.
'Yes, but you and Draco will be a perfect match.' he smiled at them.
'But that most likely won't work out as I have curses on me. And I have already tried and couldn't get pregnant.'
'To whom?'
'Ronald Weasley.'
'Is the boy related to the Prewett's?'
'Yes his mother is a Prewett.' Hermione replied.
'Oh, that why it never worked out. A Malfoy or Black cannot breed with a Prewett. Now that is an old family curse. More of that later but let's say Lucius, already has an heir by the grace of Morgana, so he just has to find a non-related muggle born to marry and have more children but as he is a stubborn arse he might just die a lonely man if he doesn't change his ways.' Draconus received a huff from Lucius. 'Change your way of thinking grandson.'
'But granddad trying to get everyone's family tree will be difficult for most of us, it took me over a year.' Hermione spoke to the portrait.
'Well let's see… Curlin bring me the gold handled knife from the house vault please.' Hermione looked worried as a dagger appeared on the table beside the portrait. 'Don't worry child back in the day we could do a family test to compatibility. Lucius pierce your finger and place a drop of blood on the table.' as Lucius followed his instructions. 'Hermione please place yours next to his but not touching and Draco place yours next to hers.' they both followed directions. 'Family be far and wide, are these meant to be more. Now repeat after me.' as they repeated the phrase. They watched the blood drops quiver. Hermione's moved slightly towards Lucius's drop.' they heard Lucius huff at the movement and as if it heard him the drop rolled over to join Draco's drop.
'Grandfather what just happened?' Draco asked.
'Well Hermione could have been a match to your father but because of his prejudices, her blood chose you to continue the line with you.' Lucius huffed again at Draconus's words.
''I'm stuck with the know it all?' Draco smiled.
'Well ferret we are in this together.' Hermione smiled back.
'Ferret?' Draconus asked looking between Hermione and Draco.
'Long story grandfather, we will come back and tell you.' Draco grinned.
'So will this work for everybody?' Hermione asked.
'Yes, use a freshly made goblin dagger, forged under the full moon with the chant of "Family be far and wide, are these meant to be more. Find the best lines to continue in the wizarding world."'
'Thank you granddad we will get this to the goblins. But we need to get back and discuss this with the rest. Can I come back and talk to you more?'
'Yes, dear any time you want. Just come by I would love to talk to you.'
'Is that ok with you Lucius?' Lucius took his time to shrug and nod his approval.
'It is not his decision to make you have Malfoy blood you have full access to the manor and other perks, that we will discuss later.' as Draconus glared at his grandson. 'But I do need to speak to Ragnard, so can someone please summons him please.' But just as he finished a pop was heard and a goblin appeared in the room.
'I was summonsed?' the goblin surveyed the room. 'I am Ragnard the fifth.'
'Thank you for joining us. I am in need of your services. For one can you verify Ms. Hermione Jean Granger's linage?' as the goblin took her hand into his, the same as the house elf did.
'Yes, she is the seventh descendant of yours and a seventh descendant of Pheona Emphadora Black. Do you need me to adjust the family vaults, sir?' Draconus nodded.
'Yes please and take care of all of the necessary paper work.'
'As you wish sir.' as the goblin bowed to them. 'Will that be all sir?'
'No, one other thing will be needed.' as he explained the need of the dagger.
'Yes sir, luckily the full moon is tomorrow night. I will get that to Ms. Granger by the end of the week sir.' bowing again.
'Thank you, Ragnard, the wizarding world be grateful for your help.' Hermione added.
'Ms. Granger must promise to enter and leave from the door we provide.' Ragnard grinned as he apparated out of the room. Hermione looked sheepish at her newly found granddad.
'What did you do?'
'Well we broke into Gringotts, stole a cup and then stole, no freed the dragon while escaping the bank.'
'You what?' all three men exclaimed.
'That's a rumor.' Lucius proclaimed.
'Ahm… a story for another day.' Hermione grinned.
'It's true?' Draco asked as Hermione nodded.
'No, I need to hear this one now.' Draconus declared. 'Everybody listen up my granddaughter is speaking.' Hermione told the story.
'That is amazing my granddaughter is a warrior.' Draconus said looking proud, as all of the family portraits started to clap. 'Well please come back soon, I want to hear more of the adventures you went on.'
'Yes granddad I will be back.'
~o~
'Everybody, we might have the solution. We talked to a seer who spoke of the 7th generation fixing the problems, we.' pointing to herself and Draco. 'Are the seventh generation. My newly found great granddad showed us a way to find our matches, by studying family trees.'
'But Hermione you know how hard that will be? Muggles normally only know of four maybe five generations.' Doug said.
'Yes, I know. I just had mine done, I had to pay a lot to have someone go find all of the information. So yes we discussed that issue. We were told of another way to find matches.' as she explained the solution. 'The "Dagger of Family" will be here at the end of the week. But for now we can get the family trees of the ones on the list as of right now and start cross checking them.
~o~
'Hey Draco do you know why I am being summonsed to Gringotts?'
'Maybe the knife is ready?'
'Oh yea, but I thought that was supposed to be done at the end of week.' Draco just shrugged.
~o~
'Oh, hi Harry what are you doing here?' Hermione and Draco watched him enter the bank.
'Got summonsed, you? Hey Draco.' as they nodded at each other.
'The same.'
'Welcome you two, Draco.' Ragnard spoke as he walked up. 'Let us go into this room.' as they took their seats. 'Thank you for joining me, we have verified yours and Harry's linage.' Harry looked to Hermione, she nodded.
'Your dad's mum was Emphadora Black, so you, me, Draco and Sirus are cousins.' Hermione explained.
'We are cousins?' Harry looked over to Ragnard to receive a nodded.
'So you are entitled to more of the Black fortune, besides what Sirius left you.' Ragnard spoke.
'More? But I don't need more.'
'Well, this is the list of what is now yours, the vaults, properties and titles. Lord Black or would you prefer Lord Potter?' Ragnard said as he pushed the folder across the table.
'Lord Black? Why would I get that one wouldn't Draco get it because of his mother? Why didn't this come up earlier? When Sirius died?'
'Well, sir normally we review all papers at the age of twenty-one, but since this was brought to our attention.' as Harry looked through his folder.
'Well, Potter as I already have the Lord Malfoy I figured I'd share. And I don't think our Mione would want anything to do with the Black name anyways.' Draco looked up to Hermione as she shook her head.
'Now Hermione, here is your folder.' as he pushed hers across the table. She opened it and started to read.
'I get a dutchess title?'
'Yes, the Black and Malfoy name carries a few lady and dutchess titles. You will get the Lady Malfoy title when we get married.' Draco smiled. 'Harry's wife will get Lady Black and Lady Potter titles.'
'Oh great, Ginny will go absolutely crazy to hear I have titles attached to me, as if the money and fame aren't enough for her.'
'You two having trouble?' Hermione asked.
'Yea, here lately she is more about the money and fame and not about me. She's not ready to get married, but want to go on shopping sprees and go play for the Harpies and I'm … ready to settle down and enjoy the quiet life. But Molly keeps pushing to…'
'She wants access to your bank accounts?' Hermione asked as Harry nodded.
'Um, no they won't and can't get access to you or your accounts.' Ragnard spoke, Harry looked up in confusion.
'There is a lifelong ban or curse on the Black/Malfoy and Prewett names. Years ago the Prewett's tried to entrap a Black into marriage. Marsella Prewett proclaimed her pregnancy to gain access to the Black accounts and she spent almost all of the account before we were alerted. She had withdrawn thousands of galleons and gave it to her family to refurbish their houses, four houses in total. When Emphadora found out that Marsella purposely lied to gain access to the accounts she made a lifelong curse. The Prewett's will always be poor and cannot marry another Black or Malfoy descendant.'
'But the twins?'
'Well they worked hard to make their own fortune, they didn't rely on others to do so.' Ragnard explained.
'So Ginny and I could never marry?'
'If you truly love her we can ask Emphadora to revoke the curse.' Hermione spoke.
'Um, no! So how do I find a wife if we are all related in some way?'
'Well with family trees and this…' as he pulled out a beautiful gold and silver forged knife, it had gold filigree surrounding each gem stones, red, blue, yellow and green in the handle, 'Draconus Malfoy has enacted the "Dagger of Family" to help find matches. Ms. Granger knows how to use it.' The gems… one from each house, has been embedded into the handle and has the same charms as the sorting hat, so it will be able to find the best choice for a partner.' Ragnard explained.
'Thank you sir.' as Hermione wrapped the dagger back up and placed it in the wooden cask.
~o~
'Well Harry come in so we can find your match?' Hermione looked up from her desk.
'Yea let's get this over with.' as he sat down and placed his scroll on the desk. Hermione got started, as Harry watched names fall off of the list.
'Ok, it looks like Pansy Parkinson, is your match.' Hermione spoke. Draco noticed the look on Harry's face.
'Don't worry Potter, Pans is quite nice. She tries to stay out of the press, she has enough of her own money to buy her own clothes.' Draco smiled.
'It's not the money I have enough of that it's just the always going shopping that scares me.' he said sheepishly.
'Oh, well you get a pass on that, she hates going shopping with anyone but her bestie Astoria. They spend hours in and out of the dressing rooms, I had to go once and if you huff and grumble enough she sends you to the quidditch shop.' Draco smiled.
'Oh good to hear.' as his face brightened up.
'Well let's get Pansy in here to do the test for her.' Draco said as he penned a quick note and tied it to the office owl.
~o~
The Daily Prophet would like to announce St Mungos special research team has found a solution to the fertility issues we have been facing these past few years. The main problem has been the incompatible blood lines. So they are asking any and everybody to come in. Bring your family tree or there is a blood test that can be taken to prove compatibility. Owl for an appointment. We have been given permission to announce Mr. Draco Malfoy and Ms. Hermione Granger matched in family tree and by blood test. Congratulations from all of us at the Daily Prophet.
~o~
Right after lunch a howler came through the door of Hermione's office.
'What the hell is going on?' in Ron's voice screamed across the office. ' How could you match to the ferret? We planned to have the wedding this summer.' as that one finished and caught fire a second one entered the room.
'Oh great a second one.' Hermione sighed.
'How could you? I already have the wedding planned.' In Molly's voice, that one to burst into flame as it finished up.
'I'm sorry I didn't know you were taken already.' Draco grinned.
'I'm not. His mother has both mine and Harry's wedding planned for years now.' Hermione groaned. 'This will be fun, Ginny and Ron are first on the list tomorrow.'
~o~
'Oh, hi Hermione. I didn't know this was your project.' Ginny said as she placed her family tree scroll on the table. 'You really got matched with Draco? Are you sure they didn't mess up? Because you know you should be marring Ron.'
'No, Draco is my match, we will find someone for Ron.'
'Ron is furious, you know they must have made a mistake. But I can't wait to get matched to Harry.'
'Well let's see.' as she tapped the scroll and it appeared on the wall. As Hermione's wand crossed over each name on the tree, a name on the list next to it disappeared.
'What where did Harry's name go?' Ginny screamed, as she jumped up from her seat.
'Ginny we need to finish this up and then we can look closer. Ok?' Hermione tried to get Ginny back in her seat. Hermione's wand continued to move across the tree, more and more names fell off of the list of available husbands.
'Greg Goyle! Are you joking?' Ginny started to scream. 'He is a nobody and he's poor.' she screeched. 'Why is Harry not on the list? Please tell me?' she pleaded.
'Well you need to go talk to a goblin to get the reason. I will go get him now.' as Hermione got up and left the room. To be accosted by Mrs. Weasley and Ron at the door. 'Mrs. Weasley, Ron please join Ginny and I will go get Ragnard to explain everything.'
~o~
'Mr. Weasley let's check your family tree.' A Ministry work tapped the scroll glowed on the wall. Her wand grazed over the names on the tree and as it did names on the list next to it also dropped.
'Don't worry I'm to be matched with Hermione Granger, they messed up with the Draco Malfoy match.'
'Well sir let's finish this here and will see who your match is.' as more and more names fell off the list leaving one, Marietta Edgecombe.
'No, I will not marry that snitch. I am marrying Hermione Granger. This is not funny. I want to see the person in charge.'
'Sir, please follow me and we will get this all sorted out.' as she led him out of the room and down the hall. They met up with Hermione.
'Please all of you please go in and sit someone will be with you in a minute.' the ministry works spoke.
'Hermione, what is going on?' Molly bristled.
'Please, we will discuss this in here in just a minute I need to get Ragnard so he can explain it.' as she ushered them in to the empty room and closed the door.
'Oh Ginny, who did they match you to?'
'Greg Goyle,' as she started to sob in her mother shoulder.
'And who did you get matched with?' looking over to Ron.
'Marietta Edgecombe, the snitch.' as he flopped down in the nearest chair.
'But you two were supposed to be marrying Hermione and Harry?' Molly sniped.
'Good morning, we are here to discuss the results of your matches?' Ragnard said as he entered the room.
'Yes, they mess up I'm supposed to marry… Harry… Hermione.' both Ron and Ginny yelled in unison.
'Ok, let me look again.' as Ragnard scanned the family trees. 'No this test was correct for both of you.'
'NO! It can't be… I'm supposed to marry Harry.' Ginny pleaded.
'Well to that… there is a family curse against your name.' Ragnard spoke.
'What? A curse against us? How?' Molly screeched.
'Well we found this proclamation set by Pheona Emphadora Black. Your 6th great grandmother, Marsella Prewett faked her pregnancy to steal money and spend it on her family. So any Prewett descendant cannot marry any Black or Malfoy descendant.'
'What how can we change that?' Molly asked.
'Well it does say here if the debt is paid in full it would be dissolved.' Ragnard held the parchment out for Molly to inspect.
'How much is the debt?' Molly asked.
'Five-hundred thousand galleons, Marsella refurbished four houses.' as Ragnard pointed to the amount.
'Oh, we would never be able to pay that back…' Molly whispered.
'Harry will pay it he has enough money, and he loves me, he'll pay it.' Ginny smiled and Ron sat up in his chair in hope of his bestie helping Ginny.
'I'm sorry the money has to come from your vaults alone, with no help from others.' as he pointed to the pay back clause, as Molly huffed.
'But why am I not paired with Hermione?' Ron asked.
'Well Ms. Granger is a distant relative of Draconus Malfoy and …. Pheona Emphadora Black. The curse applies to her too.'
What she's a Malfoy?' Ron sputtered. 'Are you sure?'
'Yes verified by family tree and by blood. So your match is Marietta Edgecomb and yours is...' as he looked over to Ginny. 'Greg Goyle.'
'No, I will not marry him.' Ginny screamed.
'Well then you will need to go out in the muggle world and find a husband or face years of heart break with multiple miscarriages, if you choose a wizard not on your list.' Ragnard spoke with sympathy. He opened the door to allow others to enter. Hermione, Draco, Harry, Pansy, Greg and Marietta came into the room.
'I will not marry that oaf, he is… dumb, big and poor.' Ginny cried.
'Actually Ginny, I'm not dumb, it was just easier to play the part. People don't ask too much of you if they don't think your smart enough to do the task. As to big yea, I was, I worked out and lost a lot of weight.' as he turned around to show his new fit body. 'And to being poor, I have way more than your family.' as he looked to her family. 'And I have a nice house and a nice amount in the bank, so you would never be able to go on some big shopping spree but we would have enough to live off of. I'm proud that my wife is beautiful and a Holyhead Harpie.' as he whispered into Hermione's ear. Hermione smiled and tapped her wand on Greg's shirt, as his shirt transformed into Harpie colors and it said "Harpie Husband" on the back. He stood tall and puffed up his chest. 'See?' Ginny sank into her chair.
'And she's a snitch.' Ron pointed to Marietta.
'I made a stupid mistake. Umbridge tricked me into telling. I didn't do it willingly.' she had her finger in Ron's face. 'And as for you, You are no prize yourself… You eat like a pig, shoveling it in.' as her hand mimed him eating. 'You walked out when things get tough. Yes we all heard about you leaving during the hunt for those things Harry needed to fight Voldy.' Ron started to shrink into his seat. 'I think you would be stupid to turn me down. I can cook and I want a lot of kids, but if you want to go find some muggle girl to pop out kids like your mom… good luck.'
'Fine, I'll marry you.' Ron conceded.
'Well lucky for you my other choice was Greg and I could always take him instead?' Marietta snarled at Ron. Ginny stood at hearing this.
'You will not take him, he's mine.' as she took Greg's hand. 'So who did you get Harry?'
'Pansy Parkinson.' as he reached for Pansy hand and pulled her next to him.
'Her? The snobby bint.' Ron sputtered.
'Actually Ron, she is very nice, so back off on dissing her or we will have words, it's a new thing for all of us. Matches we would never had thought of, so drop all of the hate. Ok?' Harry looked at Ron, Ginny and then Molly, they all hung their heads in shame.
'Well my job is done here so I will take my leave and congratulations to you all.' as Ragnard left the room.
'Well I guess we have four wedding to plan.' Molly proclaimed to the room.
