Ramblings and Dribbles

by WolfgangNH

This is a posting of ramblings, dribbles, one-shots, unfinished ideas or other stuff I just don't think deserves it's own storyline. Some I plan to finish someday, others are what they are. This is mature reading for some posts. Some items may be well developed, others are not yet, and may never be. There will many different pairings, and sometimes none.

10. Wizard Proliferation Law

A/N: This is a dribble that I would like to finish someday, do some revision with a Society Paper. It will not be historically accurate but have that feel.

A/N2: Harry Potter and his world belong to J.K. Rowling, Warner Brothers and anyone that has received licensing rights.

A/N3: Welcome to my adaptation of a marriage law story. No idea if it will come off this way, but some of my inspiration for this story was Bridgerton and Downton Abbey. I mean it to be more drama, with fluff, and the first few chapters will be slow, mostly covering the first day, but it will pick up after that, I promise.

Chapter 1

June 23, 1997

Westval, England

-oOo-

Daphne Greengrass

Daphne had been home for two days now. Having turned seventeen over the school year, she was now eligible for marriage contracts. Over the Christmas break, she had been presented, along with the other girls who were seventeen or would be seventeen by September first, at the annual Ministry Yule Ball. Eighteen of them had been presented this year. It was one of the smallest presentations in years, mostly due to the the children born at the end of the Blood Wars not being very numerious. It was the first time they had all been formally recognized as Heiresses or of the proper blood status to meet the criteria of the archaic laws used by the Wizengamot.

She had been trained her whole life to be ready for this. She had the next two summers to find someone she chose. Her parents had agreed to let Daphne find someone she wants. Once she was nineteen, and if she didn't have a suitor by that time, one would be chosen for her.

Thus, Daphne felt the pressure. She wanted someone she could be friends with, and even fall in love with. Her father had married relatively late, at twenty-nine. It was the year the current laws had been reactivated. The Magical Proliferation Acts were archaic and crude, but she was bound by them. It had led to an arranged marriage to her father when her mother had been eighteen. They married shortly after her mother graduated Hogwarts and Daphne was born less than two years later.

They had a good marriage. She could tell her parents were attracted to each other. Her three younger siblings were a testament to that. Astoria would be coming of age in two years. Her eldest brother, Anthony, being four years younger, was only just out of his third year now, while the youngest Greengrass daughter, Persimmon, would be a first year as Daphne entered her seventh year.

If Daphne found a good match, then it would make it easier for her other sisters to do the same.

Looking in the mirror, her frown matched her thoughts as more pressure was piled on her.

Out of all the people in her social circle, she could think of only two people that might be the catch she wanted. One was one of her good friends, Blaise Zabini. Problem was, that was all she saw him as, a friend. She also knew he had his eyes on another. Well, two actually.

Tracy had been introduced at the Yule ball. While her family was not the Wizengamot, Lord Greengrass had offered to endorse and sponsor her best friend. It had been about the only thing she had ever asked her father to do, and being business partners with Tracey's father, he had graciously given Daphne this gift.

Daphne wasn't fooled though. It could raise the stature of the Davis family should Tracy marry well, which would benefit the Greengrasses. She had a feeling, it was more out of friendship between her father and Mr. Davis that had made the final decision so easy.

Daphne's second choice, and probably the one many would like, was Harry Potter. The Scion of the Potters was attractive, tall, athletically built, an excellent seeker, and maintaining second in the ranking at Hogwarts. For three years now, Daphne had been studying with the Potter heir.

Originally, she had feigned ignorance in charms and asked him for tutoring. It was a ploy her mother had helped her with to catch his eye. They had known each other, and even been friendly which each other since they were kids, but when she was sorted into Slytherin and him Gryffindor, they had just drifted apart during the first three years. Since Christmas of fourth year, her scheming to land as his wife had been replaced with an honest fondness for the young man. A fondness that found him in her thoughts and dreams in ways she wasn't sure were proper, but had been rather pleasant.

If they had been in the muggle world, she would probably have asked him out, or hinted at such, but it wasn't proper for such things before a young woman was presented.

One of the other things she liked was that he didn't like the rules and laws of society either, but he didn't want to give up his family seat. Behind his easy and joking demeanor, she had slowly learned he wanted to change things, and Daphne wanted to be around him and his group as that happened.

She was jostled out of her thoughts by a young woman with blonde hair and dark eyes. "You thinking of him again," Tracey asked with a smirk.

Daphne tried to hide her blush. When in her private rooms and with her best friend, Daphne never put her mask up. "I don't know what you are talking about."

Tracey's smirk didn't leave her face as their elves got them ready for the ball tonight. "I'm sure you don't. Would you like me to frame that invitation for you," she asked.

The elaborately written invitation to the opening ball of the season was stuck into the side of the mirror. It was to be at Godric's Hall, the ancestral home of the Potters in Godric's Hollow. That was not the invitation Tracey was looking at. Overlaying the Potter's invitation, was a personal note that had been included in the invitation, one that had cause a huge stir in the household when her mother had opened the letter.

She cast her friend a look that told her 'not a word'. She knew Tracey would be discrete about this once they left this room, but for now, the blonde was going to be annoying.

Daphne did glance at the letter though. By now, she had memorized it:

-o-

Dear Lady Greengrass,

It would be my pleasure to let you know Harry has agreed to allocating two dances on Daphne's Card. Would the second and ninth be acceptable?

Sincerely,

Lady Potter

P.S.- Illiana, you know how I adhor these things, but Harry has talked quiet a bit about Daphne. I think he would be disappointed not to get at least one dance with your beautiful daughter - Lily

-o-

Daphne's insides flipped every time she read that letter. It had not come from Harry, but she knew Lady Potter would not have sent this to her mother like that if he hadn't asked. It helped that her mother was still good friends with Lady Potter.

Her mother came into the room, carrying two black cases. Her eyes widened.

"You two look radiant," her mother told them, first kissing Tracey on the forehead and then doing the same to her. "I thought I would give you a special treat tonight."

Her mothers eyes lit on the invitation and letter on her mirror. "I was wondering where those had scampered off too."

Daphne tried to keep her cool under her mother's stare. "I asked if I could look at them."

Her mother smiled indulgently at her eldest. "So you did. I have reserved four dances for you, Daphne, leaving you open for three others of your choosing. Tracey, Scion Zabini has asked for several as well. I hope you don't mind the liberty of me signing you up for two with him? I am sure you can convince him to a third."

"No, Lady Davis, I am much appreciative" Tracey said, a smile on her face.

"Who are the others you mentioned earlier, mother?"

"Scion Westford and Scion Muliciber," she responded. Daphne tried not to make a face. Mulciber was three years older than her and his family did not have the best reputation. They were ranked high in the Wizengamot though. "I will only do one dance with Mulciber and Westford."

"I would have saved you the trouble, but your father is trying to get a look at their books and a possible business deal," her mother informed her.

"Yes, mother. Do you think Scion Longbottom or Corner might spare a dance?"

There was a raised brow. "I thought you desired Scion Potter?"

Daphne tried to look as regal as she could. "It does me well to consider everyone. Also, if I fill my card with my classmates or those we know, I will be able to avoid the older Lords."

Her mother nodded. "I will endevour to help both of you. In that regard, I have retrieved some jewelry from our vaults. Rosy, can you please take this one and help Tracey," her mother asked.

"Lady Davis, I really can't," Tracey started.

Her mother looked to Tracey and put a loving hand on her face. "Tracey, we are sponsoring you. Besides, you are as much a daughter to me as anyone else. I thought the citrine set would look well with your golden hair and that dress tonight. It will make you a star among the sea."

"Thank you, Lady Davis." Tracey gave a grateful smile and sat so the elves could help her.

Her mother turned to her daughter. "And you, my beautiful flower, I have brought up great-grandmother Wendy's sapphires. They should sparkle like your eyes."

Daphne smiled as the box was open and her mother fit the necklace. Daphne looked at herself in the mirror. Her blue dress matched her dark blue eyes. It was a design popular about a hundred years ago, with the dress flowing down just below her bodice. Her hair was a darker blonde than Tracey's, more like a light honey, where Tracey was more of a golden. Daphne liked that her bodice was of decent size, and her body below was far more athletic than the curvier Tracey. Even though Tracey did the running like her, she had not been a ballet dancer in training for years. Daphne had always dreamed of dancing at the Havershire Hall in London, one of the premier wizarding theaters in Europe. It was part of why she wanted Harry so much. He would not keep her from that dream.

After that, she would be happy to settle into a house life and to run whatever business Harry would give her. The Potters had many businesses and she knew Lady Potter ran the potion and potion supplies side of the Potter's empire, often collaborating with her family.

She would be of use to any family she was married into.

Daphne just really hoped it would be Harry.

-oOo-

Grace Hall, London, England

Susan Bones

Susan turned sideways, and then the other way. She would be seventeen in five days, and the dreaded time had finally come. Susan was the last of the Bones, her Auntie being illegible for the title after being made fallow in the Blood Wars. The same wars that had killed her parents.

Now, it was her turn to stand as Lady Bones, and she need to find a match. The Bones were one of the few Houses that a Lady could be Head-of-Family per their family charter. That was going to be her choice. Would she take someone, a second son maybe, who didn't have a title and raise him to Lord Bones. She wasn't sure many would like that. Her future spouse may be Lord Bones, but he wouldn't hold any power.

Her other option was to take a line continuance. As Lady Bones, she would hold the same status she does now, but Susan wasn't sure she wanted to share or have another woman living in the same house. Susan found the perspective of having to share a bed with another woman not that attractive of a proposition.

"You look lovely," her Auntie said from behind her.

She turned to look into the mirror again. Her red hair was in a fancy do, pins with rubies and diamonds keeping it place. Her soft pink dress showed more of her larger breasts than she would normally, but nothing that was not out of character for a ball like this.

"I'm not ready," Susan told her.

Her Auntie put the monocle she liked so much to her eye. "You have three more years. You do not need to find someone now."

Susan sighed. "I know, but what if I pass up a good match?"

Her auntie gave a sad smile. "Let your heart guide you on this. If we can get the laws overturned, we will..."

"... but you have little faith that will happen before I am forced to marry," Susan finished.

"I'm sorry, Suzie. I have been trying, but there are too many traditionalists right now."

"I know. Where you able to get me dances with the few I asked for?"

Her Auntie Amelia held out the dance card. It held ten spots. "Scion Potter, Scion Longbottom, Scion Montague, Mr. Entwhistle, Mr. Hopkins and Mr. Boot."

She took the card and put the string around the wrist. "Thank you."

The normally very stern woman, had a very soft expression on her face. "Don't think of this too much. You turn seventeen next weekend. You don't have to worry about signing a contract or marrying for almost three years. There is also another eight balls we are scheduled for before you return to Hogwarts. If you don't like anyone, then it is alright to wait or think about it."

Susan nodded. She knew she didn't have to rush into this.

It didn't help that the two she liked would only be able to take her on as a Line-continuance.

"What are you thinking, Suzie?"

"That Hannah needs to stop confusing me," she replied truthfully. Until recently, Susan was set on being her own woman and taking someone that did not have a Wizengamot seat.

"Did she tell you she was willing to take you as a sister-wife?"

Susan sighed. "I don't want to be a second wife or not to be the center of attention of just on man."

He auntie regarded her in the mirror for a long few minutes. "You like someone that is a Scion of an important house?"

A little color came to her face. "Yes," she said in a soft tone.

"What ever you choose, I will support it, but if you want to be your woman, then don't settle."

That was her issue, she wasn't sure she would be settling if Harry or Neville propositioned her.

She also wasn't deluded though. It was obvious to everyone that Harry only had eyes for his best mate, Hermione Granger. He would be the best catch of their class, but she had secretly harbored a crush on Neville since fourth year. Problem was, her best friend did also.

It would be a good match between Hannah and Neville. It would also elevate Hannah to a full Lady. Hannah was a beautiful girl, but, again, Susan didn't like girls that way.

"Thank you,

-oOo-

Godric's Hollow, England

-o-

Hannah Abbot

Her mother helped her into her into her dress. "Thanks, mum," Hannah replied.

"You are welcome, dear," the olden hair woman replied. She had the same hazel eyes as the woman looking at her. "You look beautiful," she commented.

"Do you think he will like it," Hannah asked.

"Are you talking of Neville?"

Hannah was nervous and she bite her lip. She was only able to nod her head.

Her mother held out a card. "It should be go on after you put your gloves on, but I thought you might like to see it."

Hannah's hand shook with her nerves as she took the dance card from her mother. She wasn't sure she wanted to see who had been lined up so far. When she did look, her eyes widened comically.

She had six dances already filled in. Longbottom filled the opening dance of the night, then again two more down, two more after that, and then the closing dance of the night.

"Four?" she just barely whispered.

She had hoped for one, maybe two, but not four. The Longbottoms were an old, prestigious House. The Abbots were still relatively new to the Wizengamot and high society. From their home, but barely big enough to be called a manor, they could see the far larger manor of the Potters. From what she knew, Long Marche, Neville's ancestral home, was just as large. Until three generations ago, the Abbots had been part of the Potters' larger cadet tree. It was the only reason they had a home inside the bounds of huge Potter estates.

The Abbots and Farleys both lived on the outskirts of the Potter lands, each granted a small estate, each cadet lines that had matured into their own Houses, but still with ties and responsibilities to the Potters.

Looking at the large manor, she felt so insignificant to the that type of wealth and power, the same type of wealth and power the rather large and muscular Longbottom heir had.

She felt so insignificant next to them, even though she knew the Potters and Longbottoms didn't care. She grew up playing with Harry, and Neville when he had come over, and he had never treated her poorly or though she was lesser than him. It still didn't mean she didn't worry.

It was different looking at from a doe eyed seven-year-old perspective that just likes running around with children her age, compared to the scared seventeen-year-old she was now.

Her mother seemed to get her fears. "Hannah, Neville wrote the reply back himself, requesting the dances. If it wasn't improper, I rather think he would have just requested your entire card."

She let out a shaky breath, the pain in her chest lessening. She knew Neville liked him. He had taken her into Hogsmeade a few times this year. She had surprised him with a kiss, twice. "He asked me to accompany him a few times into Hogsmeade since christmas," she told her mother. That time Neville had really returned the kiss, but they couldn't do more without risking the law.

"And did you have a good time?"

Hannah smiled. The first one she had given all day. "It was very pleasant. He made reference if it wasn't because of the laws, he might have asked me out fifth year."

Her mother moved in and kissed her on the cheek. "I think you have little worry about then."

Hannah let the smile linger for a few before she looked nervous again.

"What is it this time?" Her mother gave her a kind look.

"I didn't mean to over hear it, I swear mother, but Harry and Neville were talking when I went to say hi to Neville on the Express," she said.

Her mother looked at her. "And why would this make you so nervous?"

She took in a long breath and let it out. "They were talking with Granger."

Her mother waited for her to say more, but Hannah wasn't sure she could.

"What were they talking about?" her mother prodded.

"Neville and Harry are thinking about reviving the other Houses in their bloodlines," she whispered.

Her mother's eyes widened a bit. "I wasn't aware the Longbottoms had other dormant Houses."

"Two," Hannah said. "I pulled out the family trees from the library. Neville has two Houses to his name, while Harry has three."

This did seem like news to her mother. "Are you willing to be wife to a man with more than one wife?"

Hannah's eyes were starting to sting. "I love Neville," she admitted. She hadn't even told Suzie how she really felt for Neville. He had always been kind and gentle to her. Since going to Hogwarts, he had always included her in everything he did with his friends. Suzie too.

Her mother didn't seem surprised by her admission. "You should let him know. I don't get the sense you two have ever kept things from each other like this."

"Mum, not even Suzie knows," she whispered.

Her mother snorted. "I highly doubt that, my beautiful young lady. Susan knows more about you than you think at times."

She looked at her mother. "Did Suzie talk to you?"

"No, but if I could see it, I highly doubt your best friend couldn't also. Now, let me finish getting you ready and we can head over Godric's Hall a little after eight."

Hannah moved and wrapped her arms around her mother. "Thank you.

-o-

Hermione Granger

Hermione had never been so nervous as she was tonight. It had been months of arguments last summer with her parents, but she had ambitions to make a difference in the Ministry, and she had been awoken to the possibility this would be the best way.

So many things were so backwards in the wizarding world. This parade of young woman to look for a favorable match was disgusting, but any muggleborn that was interested had been offered classes in the high-society of the Wizengamot since third year. The Potters, her best friend's family, had been very kind to take her in and sponsor her. It probably helped that she had been to Harry's house every break or Holiday since first year and Mrs... Lady. She had to use the proper terms. Lady Potter was a muggle born like her.

Thinking of it, she still wasn't sure if she wanted to do this. Being a muggleborn, she was not bound by any of the marriage laws. Harry and many others were though.

Thinking of her green-eyed friend, she was hoping that he might finally look at her as more than a friend. If he didn't, then she had other options and Lady Potter had already told her she would help Hermione in anyway she could. Hermione knew, though, that unless Harry wanted her, she wouldn't sell herself and would probably find something else to do. She was looking at taking her CGSE's next summer. Perhaps she could become a Muggle Liaisons for the goblins?

Her nerves though were getting the better of her.

If Harry didn't like her that way, it was more than just her ambitions that would fall apart. It would be her heart as well.

She had grown up in modern day England. Events like this were in her favorite Victorian novels. Austen, Smollet and many others from the eighteen-hundreds filled a special place in her library. To know the Wizarding world was closer to that, than the nineteen-nineties had been a shock, but one she found she had a certain longing for.

Well, as long as it was a romance like in the books...

Hermione had refused the help of the house elves to get ready. That was one of the few things she would never get used to or give into in this world. They were slaves. Granted, the Potters and the few friends she had that owned house elves treated them more like family, but in the end, they were still owned and could be ordered around.

That refusal had made Hermione grateful when Lady Potter, and Harry's younger sister, Calla, had come to her rescue. Even with magic, Hermione was finding it difficult to get ready. At least modern day attire adapted from turn of the last century didn't require corsets. That just looked painful.

"These curls should hold for a few months if you take care of them," Lady Potter told her. The woman was a striking redhead with a figure that screamed woman and the same intense eyes of her son. Hermione wasn't bad looking in her own eyes. She was much more muscular and lean than she was curvy, but that had a lot to do with keeping up with Harry, who was a very athletic and active person. It didn't mean she didn't have curves, but they were not as pronounced as many of her classmates. She just didn't see herself as pretty, though others had told her she was.

"Thank you, Lady Potter," she said gratefully.

Calla was a mix of her mother and father, like Harry. She had the same brilliant green eyes and raven hair of her eldest brother, but even at thirteen, she looked like she would have more of a build like her mother. Their other brother, on the other hand, had the same flaming hair of their mother, but the dark eyes of their father. Any way you put it, all the Potters were better than good looking. Better than she was.

"Lily, Hermione. You have been here enough to earn that," the woman said kindly. "Why do you look so nervous?"

"I just don't want to mess up tonight," she replied nervously.

Calla smirked. It was the same infuriating smirk Harry gave her when he was up to something. "You mean you don't want mess up before Harry," the girl teased.

The butterflies in her stomach rolled over and she thought she might get sick.

"Calla, don't tease her right now," Lily scolded her daughter.

"Oh, come on, Harry would laugh and then find someway to deflect it onto himself. He always does that with Hermy," the girl responded.

Hermione jerked her head to Calla. "Will you hold still," Lily demanded.

"I swear, Calla, you call me that tonight and will find a way to make your life miserable for a while," Hermione threatened. The only time she ever seemed to do that was when it involved Harry. She hated that name. Harry had called her Hermy one time when he was trying to tease her the first Christmas Break she had come over. Calla had called her that when ever she thought she could get away with it since.

Calla gave Lily a simpering look. "Mum, she just threatened me."

"And I would heed that threat. Harry would have no qualms going after you if he needed to," Lily told her daughter. "And you, young lady, are not to act that way tonight. I know how hard it is, but if you want to be accepted, you need to act the proper young woman. When everyone leaves, you can go after Calla or whomever you want," Lily told her. There was a smile on her face though as Hermione turned back to the mirror.

She regarded herself, not recognizing the person looking back. Her more wild hair had been tamed into nice locks and curls. She wore what was the traditional garb for these events and looked like a young woman on the cover of a novel: slender, attractive, with rosy cheeks and elegant lines. She was still having a hard time believing that Lily hadn't enchanted her to look different.

As though reading her thoughts, Lily brushed her cheek. "You look beautiful tonight. My son would be a fool not to see you."

Calla laughed and Hermione cast the girl a nasty look. "Harry is a fool alright," she said and Hermione stuck her tongue out at the four year younger pest.

"Hush," Lily told her daughter.

"But what of the other girls?"

Lily turned Hermione so she was looking directly into the Lily's eyes. They were so much like Harry's it was uncanny. About the only difference was that this woman didn't always look ready to pull a joke, other wise they could have been Harry's. "Listen to me. You are a muggleborn. I am a muggleborn. This does not define us in the crowd that will be here tonight. The circles that the Potter family runs in do not believe that tripe of 'Blood is All'. Harry will never look at you that way."

Lily took out a card attached to a fine silver string. "This is your dance card. There are certain protocols I know you are aware of, but there are also the back dealings that you will learn of if you become a Lady. Harry already mostly full. You get the first and last dance. This is at Harry's request."

Hermione swallowed. "Who are the other girls?"

Lily looked kindly at Hermione. "Daphne Greengrass shall have the second and sixth dance. The other three are friends that Harry has agreed too. Parvati Patil, Susan Bones and Lavender Brown."

"That is a short list, Mother. I thought most balls were ten dances or more," Calla asked.

"There are, but Harry only has to commit to seven. That should leave others for Hermione or someone else to take up a dance, or for Harry to avoid them."

Hermione felt a large lump in her throat. "Daphne has two dances as well?"

Calla watched but kept her mouth shut at a look from her mother. "Has Harry told you that he has agreed to take up the mantle of the Peverells as well?"

Hermione nodded.

"I know this is backwards, and not how we raised our children, or how I was raised in the muggle world, but to do so, he will have to find two wives. He loves you, Hermione. We have seen that since the first time he asked you to our Yule Ball first year. I know you have been here when Harry has talked to us about some of this. I admit I would not have liked to share James, but I would have for the right reasons and the right woman. My son and husband are convinced with more voting seats, we can end this horrible practice. There are also the Heritage and Magical Proliferation laws that apply to my son. I already love you like a daughter, but I would understand if you wish to back out now," Lily told her.

Hermione closed her eyes. Harry had talked with her quite a bit about the decision he had to make for his seventeenth birthday this year. She was positive he had only talked to her and Neville about it. Ron just wouldn't understand. Harry was Scion Potter, to be Lord Potter someday in the future. The Potters, like some other houses, had other titles that could be claimed. His younger brother, Edmund, was going to take up the title of Gryffindor when he turned seventeen in a little over two years. Calla would like to take up a title, but having two older brothers, she was not eligible.

There was also the fact that since the last Blood Wars, there were more witches than wizards. It was a significant margin, with more than fifteen-percent of current Wizengamot houses having only female heirs, and almost thirty-percent more woman born (or survived) in their generation. The Potters having two sons was not common right now. All facts that she had talked about with Harry. He wasn't happy about it, but even if he had only married her, their was a chance he would be forced to marry a second wife in the future to keep the population viable. Hermione had argued muggleborn could fill the gap, but there weren't enough, and like magical Britain, it was almost the same divide of more witches among muggleborn. No matter what way it spun, magical Britain was looking like a fourty-sixty split of wizards versus witches right now. It wasn't a natural split, and it scared many who understood the implications.

Harry, having been trained in the Wizengamot ways for years now, had told her last summer he was thinking of taking up the Peverell title because he had a feeling he would be required to take a second wife. It would give the Potters two seats. Once Edmund was old enough, that would give the Potters three seats, and nine votes, each seat possessing three votes each. That was small, but not insignificant in the current Wizengamot makeup.

One of Harry's largest fears was to butt up against the Heritage and Magical Proliferation acts, which would require him to marry by the age of twenty, otherwise the Heritage Board would force his father to find a match. It was why so many married early in their world.

Hermione didn't want to share Harry, but this could be important for their children, even his brother and sister. They also may not have a choice once Harry turned twenty-one and those not matched needed a match.

Hermione blinked... their children! When had she made that leap that it would be Harry's and Hermione's children?

"If I could take a line continuance, I would," Calla said.

"My wish is that by the time you turn seventeen, these laws will be overturned," Lily responded to her daughter.

"How come Lord Potter wasn't required to take a second wife," Hermione asked.

"The law prohibits forced pairs being more than ten years older. James was thrity-one by the time your generation was seeing this drastic shift. The last few years of the Blood Laws saw many die, but it was more men than woman," Lily told her.

"Mum, do you think I will be picked as a first wife," Calla asked, looking concerned.

Lily looked sadly at her daughter. "Calla, you are too young to worry about that. I have no concern that you will marry for love and be what you want to be, not because you have to."

"You would give yourself like that, share the person you would be with," Hermione asked, disregarding Lily.

"If I loved him and he loved me, I wouldn't think of it as sharing. It is our duty," Calla told her.

Lily rolled her eyes. "No more spending weekends at your grandparents."

"Mum, it's not just them. Many of my dorm mates say the same."

Hermione thought about what Calla said. For being only thirteen, she found the girl understood more about the world she wanted to live in than any of them. She was also wiser than Hermione thought Calla should be for her age. Probably one of the reasons the youngest Potter was in Ravenclaw. Her brothers were Gryffindors through-and-through. Except for her penchant to get in trouble, usually because of Harry and Ron, Hermione probably should have been a Ravenclaw as well. Those green eyes had been her undoing the first second they had met hers. Harry had been so sure he would be a Gryffindor that she forced the hat to put her into that house.

"We will talk of this later. Go down to the main hall. Guests will be arriving soon and I would like to make sure your father and Ed are ready to greet guests."

"What about Harry?"

Hermione was almost a mirror image of Lily as they both rolled their eyes. "If I know my son, he is already waiting and probably pacing the atrium."

Hermione could see him doing just that.

"Can't Prim or Bella do that?" Calla whinged.

"I said go, young lady."

Calla rolled her eyes. "Yes, mum."

When Calla left, Lily lifted Hermione's chin with a few fingers. "Harry did tell you he was doing this, right?"

Hermione let out a breath. "He has talked with me about it for months. I hadn't realized he finally made his decision."

"Are you alright with this? I know Harry would like you around, but if you decide it is not for you, I will make him understand. Muggleborn are not bound by these laws."

She smiled at Lily. "Why would you care and not try to convince me?"

"Because, dear, you are my daughter, no matter what happens. Seeing my son finally realize how much he cares for you would be a blessing. I would only like to see the two of you happy though, and if that means you need to split paths at some point, then I will endorse you both. I will never abandon my children," Lily told her. There was a deep depth of caring in the woman's eyes and voice.

Hermione waiting a few seconds before straightening out and standing tall. "Do I get a say in his second choice?"

Lily regarded him for a few. "I think Harry would be disappointed if you didn't speak up."

Hermione nodded. Daphne was pretty and she knew Harry harbored a small crush for the blonde. She also knew Daphne well from years of studying together. If Hermione had to share Harry, Daphne would be her first choice. "Help me get him, and then we can talk about Daphne?"

Lily smiled. "I think you just being you, you will have already captured him."

Hermione smiled and she moved in, giving Lily a hug.

When they separated, Lily moved to take something off the table she had put down when she had come in. "Harry picked this out for you tonight. I hope you will wear it? If not, I have a few other choices taken up from the manor's vaults."

Hermione looked curiously at the box. It was obviously a jewelry case of some sorts. Hermione took it and gasped when she opened the box. There was a necklace and earrings, all sporting the largest, deepest red rubies she had ever seen. "I think it would go nice with your dress," Lily commented. It would go nice with her burgundy dress, a color she had picked out knowing it was one of Harry's favorite colors.

"I can wear this?" Hermione questioned.

"Of, course you can. It is proper for a young woman to display family jewelry at events like this. Now turn around," she was told.

Hermione did, her eyes still big as the golf ball sized ruby that landed just above the hint of her bosom. In this dress, Hermione felt half-exposed at how the top of her cleavage, and a cleft between, showed.

Lily put her hands on Hermione's shoulders. "You look beautiful, Hermione. I know Harry will notice you. He always does. Now come. You are being Sponsored by the Potters and have a place in the receiving line."

Hermione had one more moment of panic before she took every ounce of Gryffindor courage she had and walked out the room porting herself like a young woman should. Or she desperately hoped she looked like she should. She took Lily's arm and the Potter matron led her towards the main atrium and ball room.

-o-

Harry Potter

Harry was told to stay out of the main atrium until his father came to get him. Guests would be arriving soon and would need to greet them for the first twenty minutes or so, then he would be released.

That wasn't the reason his stomach was doing flips though.

By now, with him being almost seventeen, this was old hat by now. His parents had held two or three balls a year since he could remember and he had been taught how to be the proper scion. He knew how to act and greet and bow and kiss and all that boring stuff.

What had him in a tizzy was the talk he had had with his parents last night.

Since Christmas, they knew he had been thinking about reviving both titles to his name. Edmund would take up the more prestigious Founding title of Gryffindor, and Harry would take up at the new Potter-Peverell Lord.

It was this dual house things that worried him.

He was going to be looking for two wives. Two wives that would have to get along, otherwise his life could be hell, as his mum had put it. In one way, it would resolve an issue he had had for years. The fact that he had feeling for his best friend and another girl he had known since he could remember.

It wouldn't resolve whether they would get along, or even agree.

The fact the Wizengamot was talking about reactivating another part of the Magical Proliferation act, Harry had a feeling he would have no choice but to take up two wives anyways.

"You're going to wear a hole in the carpet," the red head on the couch told him.

Harry just gave a two finger salute to his mate.

Ron laughed. "What are you so nervous about? I think you will have your pick."

Harry glared at Ron as he turned and marched off towards the other side of the room. "I don't want to have my pick," he told Ron.

"Just leave some for us," the Irish brogue of Seamus greeted him.

"Bloody dicks," Harry groused, making both boys laugh.

His family was supporting Seamus as a half-blood with now real standing. Ron was here for similar reasons. His family had always been close with the Weasley's, and Ron would be the sixth son they had helped with. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would be coming later, probably with Ginny.

"Oh, come off it. We know who you want and I doubt that will be an issue," Ron tried to soothe him.

"Why couldn't I be a muggleborn like mum, then I could have just asked one of them out last year and it wouldn't matter when or even if, we get married?" Harry put out there, not really looking for an answer.

"Why would you want that? Your family has a seat on the Wizengamot," Dean replied.

"I wasn't really looking for an answer. Technically, we have three seats," Harry told them.

Dean's eyes widen and Ron pursed his lips. "I wish I could have three girls like that," Ron said, sounding a little envious.

Harry ran hi hand through his hair but didn't get to say anything else at the doors to the sitting room opened. The red hair of his brother was the first thing he saw. Edmund looked much like Harry had a few years ago. Tall, lanky and looking a little uncordinated with the sudden growth spurt he had had in the last year.

"Hey, Ed, is it time?"

"Yeah. Dad wants you to be in the hall before mum comes down," Ed told him.

Harry nodded and he and his friends joined Ed. The main atrium was just outside the door. A grand staircase dominated the end of the room, and an elaborate stone facade with lots of mirrors were on the other end. In the center was a wide atrium with four doors off it.

The stairway came down either side of a large set of doors that lead to the large ball room and a few rooms used to house all the guests.

His father was already in his place, Calla next to him and talking about something.

"You ready for the announcement tonight," Ed asked Harry.

"Yeah. You?"

"Mum thinks girls will ask me to dance, even though I am not eligible for a year and a half," Ed responded.

"Evening, Lord Potter," Ron said from behind Harry.

"Evening, boys. Your spot tonight will be across from us," his father told Seamus and Ron, indicating a spot before an elegant table.

"Yes, sir," Seamus responded.

"Where is Hermione standing," Ron asked.

"With my wife. It is only proper for her to be escorted," his father responded. "Remember your manors tonight. You should address everyone by their titles."

Ron looked a nervous now. "What if we don't remember," Seamus asked.

"Then sir, ma'am or miss will be respectful enough."

Both his friends relaxed some. There was the sound of a door opening above them. Harry moved next to his father. Ed and Calla lined up besides him. His mum and Hermione would take up the rear of the line.

"Straighten up now," his father commanded.

Harry took up the straight back perfect posture of Lord apparent. Seamus and Ron did the same, looking passable, but missing that air they were supposed put on. Well, air of someone important he was supposed to put on. Harry secretly hated this, but he shouldn't complain.

"Ed, put that away," Harry muttered to his brother, who had his pocket watch out he had received from their parents on for his fifteenth birthday.

Ed snapped it shut and quickly put it way as their mum came down the stairs. Harry's eye didn't even take her in to see the beautiful young woman that she was leading down the stairs.

Don't get him wrong, he thought Hermione was beautiful no matter what she wore or looked like, but tonight the butterflies in his stomach went wild, his eyes widened appreciately and he felt like his mouth was dry.

Her normally half wild hair was tames. It was usually curly, but tonight it was done in lots of tight curls that were pulled off her face and neck and flounced as she walked. She moved with a grace he usually only saw in her when they were running or during the dance practices he had attended with her.

The dress cut a wide arch across her chest, looking to just barely be on her shoulders and exposing more skin than Harry had seen on her, except when they went swimming. Something about this almost seemed more exciting though than to see her in her bikini.

He could see her being a Lady, like his mother.

When she caught his eye as they turned at the bottom step, she paused for just a step before flushing. He wasn't sure what he had done to make her do that, but he couldn't seem to keep the mischievous smirk off his face, the one he wore so many times when she was around.

She walked up to them, and when she extended her hand, Harry didn't think about to step before his father and take it. He took her satin clad hand and brought her knuckles to his lips as he bowed over them. "Ms. Granger, it is an honor to have you hear tonight," he told her. Years of practice was the only reason he didn't clam up to see his best friend look... well like a woman he wanted as more than a best friend.

"Thank you, Scion Potter. I look forward to a dance or two with you tonight," she responded, sounding a little nervous and when she stood and looked up at her again, she was a little more red.

He heard someone sniggering behind Hermione and shot the other two a nasty glare.

His father chuckled besides him. "It is customary for the Lord to greet our guests first," his father said with no reproach.

Harry, this time feeling a little flustered reluctantly let go of her hand. "I apologies, father," he said.

Hermione extended her hand to his father. "A pleasure, as always Ms. Granger. Our doors will always be open to you." He did the same, bowing low and kissing her hands. It was a sign of the deepest respect to her.

She realized it and curtsied deeply. "Thank you, Lord Potter. I only hope I can repay your kindness tonight."

His mum shook her head. "My Lord, Scion Potter, would you allow Hermione to stand with the family tonight?"

Harry blinked a few times. Hermione's spot was at the end of the line, after his mother, as an honored guest.

It took him a second to realize what this meant. His mum was giving him an opportunity to announce to everyone his intentions even before the ball or before he turned seventeen next month. He looked to his father who just rose hid eyebrows as he nodded to her.

"Ms. Granger, would you do me the honor," he said, extending his arm.

Hermione gave a radiant smile, before trying to school herself. She wasn't that successful. "I would be honored."

His father grinned. "Budge over there Edmund and Calla," he father called out. Calla had a smirk on her face while Hermione looked as shocked as him.

"You boys can stand after me. You are sponsored by us and I won't have you left out," his mum called out to Ron and Seamus.

"Lily, you know that isn't..." his father started. His mum gave him an sharp look, her green-eyes not impressed. "You are correct. Mr. Finnigan, Mr. Weasley, please just us."

Seamus looked a little apprehensively at his mum while Ron just shrugged.

When they were ready, Tibber, the Head house elf came up to them. "Lord Potter, the guests are ready to enter."

"Thank you, Tibber. You may show them in."

The elf bowed and Hermione tightened her grip on his arm.

"I have something to tell you before the first dance," he whispered to Hermione as the doors opened.

"You are taking up both titles," Hermione responded.

He looked sideways at her. She was still trying to make her face calm, but a small smile was still showing. She didn't look bothered by this and he could only assume his mother had said something to her.

After that, he they didn't have anytime for him to say anything. It was a procession of who was who in Great Alliance, those associate with it and the non-Wizengamot Potter friends and business partners. Harry knew thirty major houses and another twenty-eight lesser ones would be in attendance with every person in the household that would be eligible in the next two years, and who was eligible for betrothal and marriage contracts.

He didn't miss some of the surprised expressions to have Hermione next to him.

When the Corners made it to them, Micheal looked at Hermione surprised before his eyes roamed over her. "Evening, Mr. Corner," Harry greeted his year mate with a cool voice. Micheal looked up to him, the heat in his eyes cooling to see the green fire in Harry's. "Evening, Scion Potter," Micheal responded, bowing his head.

The Corners quickly moved off. Hermione slipped her hand back into the crook of his arm. "Is your card full yet," Harry asked as his father talked with the Minister for a moment.

"You are the only one on it right now," Hermione responded.

He took a paper out of his pocket briefly. "Would you be adverse to dancing with me for the fifth and ninth dance as well?"

Hermione had a cute smile on her face. "I will pencil you in, Scion Potter."

Harry returned her smile briefly. This was his house, his parents party and this was a girl he liked as more than a friend. He was allowed to claim her for four dances if she wanted. That would fill out his dances as well. He also found that he liked her on his side like this and wanted her their for a long time to come.

"Scion Potter, this looked to be a wonderful evening," the Ministers wife greeting him.

Harry did his part, brushing his lips on her knuckle. "I certainly hope it will be, Lady Fudge."

The woman smiled. "I am afraid I do not know who this beautiful young woman is at your side."

"May I introduce Ms. Hermione Granger, a House Potter debutante," Harry introduced her, taking Hermione's hand as she curtsied.

The woman bowed her head. It was not common to do that to a muggleborn, but his parents had made sure she was recognized as a important friend of the family, and possible future family. "A pleasure, Lady Fudge."

"The pleasure is mine. Have you met my grandchildren?"

Harry had to try not to roll his eyes. And the festivities of the night start.

"No, Lady Fudge, we have not," Harry responded.

"Millie, Aaron," the woman said, motioning for two Harry knew to be a year above them. "Scion Potter, Ms. Granger, please let me introduce Heiress Millicent Fudge and Mr. Aaron Wescott. Millicent is the Heiress Fudge."

Millicent was a short girl, much like her grandfather. Her dark hair and dark eyes were attractive, but they had nothing on Hermione, or the other girl he wanted to dance with tonight. Millie curtsied low as Aaron took Hermione's hand. He brushed Millies gloves. "Scion Potter, would do me the honor of a dance tonight?"

Harry gave her a sad smile. Merlin, his mum had thought him good. "I apologize, Heiress Fudge, but my card is already full this evening. Perhaps the next ball," Harry said politely.

Hermione couldn't escape like him. Her card still have many open spots and it would political suicide for her to reject the Ministers grandson before she was even able to get into the Ministry like she wanted.

When they walked away, they greeted a few others before the other girl he wanted to see showed tonight. Daphne was just as stunning as Hermione. Her honey blonde hair was in long locks tonight. If Hermione's burgundy dress with the rubies was his favorite color, the dark blue dress with sapphires was his second favorite. Merlin, how was he going to talk to Hermione about this? He had to do it quick.

As the Greengrasses walked up to them, the entire family in tow, he caught the look Daphne gave him and then how her eyes slid to Hermione. Her eyes instantly narrowed to see his brunette next to him like that. he hadn't exactly told Hermione the truth. He had requested one more dance with Daphne, and had intended to ask Hermione for the others when his mum said it was not proper to reserve more than two in advance. He knew he hadn't fooled her though.

His father bowed, just like Lord Greengrass, before they both took each other's arms. After Daphne was introduced to his father, she moved to them. "Good evening, Ms. Greeengrass," he Harry said. The uncomfortable pit in his stomach was equally attraction for these two as it was nerves for these two. It would be his luck to like two he knew to have very succinct opinions and to be a bull headed as he could be.

She gave him a rather pleasant smile as she curtsied. "Scion Potter. I hope it will be a very pleasant evening."

"As do I. I do hope you accepted the reservations I requested?" he asked. Her really should have talked to Hermione earlier when she arrived. He was too chicken then. He wasn't supposed to make any of his intentions clear until the first ball of the season.

Daphne gave him a smile that tightened the not in his stomach. He was royally buggered!

"I have your name name down for the second and sixth dances, if that pleases you," she told him.

He nodded. "I would hope you might have another dance available, the eight, perhaps," he asked her.

Her eyes showed her delight. "I find that one empty at the moment. I shall put your name in," she responded. "Ms. Granger, it is a pleasure to see you again. I am glad the Potters would offer to sponsor you."

"Thank you, Ms. Greengrass. The Potters have always been very kind and helped me in navigating this society," Hermione answered.

"Yes, the Potters have always been very kind. They were the ones that recommended Harry and I attend muggle primary together," Daphne answered.

FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! The last thing he needed was for them to be at each others throats. If he had to choose, it would be Hermione, but he really didn't want to. He was going to have ask his mother to hold off the announcement until after the second dance. He should tell them both what was going to happen before they started a cat fight or he was inundated by others.

As though sensing the situation, Lady Greengrass stepped in. "Aren't you a vision of beauty," the blonde woman said, bypassing him and moving to Hermione. "You must Ms. Granger? Lady Illiana Greengrass. Lily has told me much about you."

Daphne's eyes almost bulged out of her head before she got control of herself.

"Yes, Lady Greengrass. It is a pleasure to meet you," Hermione responded as smoothly as she could. Like the Potters, the Greengrasses were a family of long standing and high peerage, which allowed them to bend the social norms at time. "I assume you have already been made away of the big announcement tonight?"

Hermione blinked. "No, ma'am. I don't know what announcement you mean."

"Ah, I'm sorry, Lily, I shouldn't say until you let it be known."

Almost everyone around them was looking at Lady Greengrass. He wasn't sure to laugh or curse her.

"It is forgiven, Illiana. It was not surprise we had some news this evening. We will announce before the first dance."

Lady Greengrass bowed her head. "Come along, Daphne, Astoria and Pirsimom. Let us join your father and brother."

Daphne's eyes looked just as curious as Hermione's where there was a mystery. Hermione was giving him an eye as Daphne said her good bye and quickly followed her mother. "You said my mother told you."

"You said your dance card was full," she replied.

He was starting to think a duel with a hit wizard might be easier than how he thought his night might go now.

He breathed a sigh of relief to see granddad and grandmother Potter next. Hermione had taken his arm again.

"It's so good to see you, dad," his father greeted Harry's granddad.

"You think we would miss our first grandson's big ball? Harry, I think you grew a few more inches since Christmas." Being of age had its advantages. The largest one was that you didn't have to care about social niceities anymore if you didn't want. And stepping into what was once his home, and to his family, his grandfather Fleamont really didn't care.

Harry took his granddad's hand. "Mum wasn't happy when she found out half my wordrobe needs replacing again," Harry said with a smile. Hermione hit his arm.

"Behave," she told him under his breath.

His granddad looked to Hermione and his eyes grew a little wide before chuckling. The man bowed as much as he could. "Ms. Granger, always a pleasure to see you. I take it Lily was the one to put it in such a prominent place to show you off? A good ploy on her part. You better keep the other boys off her, Harry."

Hermione blushed. "I can take care of myself, sir," Hermione responded. She had been around his family enough to know his granddad didn't pull punches and appreciated people standing up to him.

The man chuckled. "You may want my grandson's help, my dear. You do look radiant tonight."

"Fleamont, you are too old to pick up any new bride," his grandmother said coming up to her husband.

"He would have to duel me first," Harry said before he realized what he was saying. His eyes widened as hi granddad eyed him up. Hermione snapped her head towards him, her eyes intense and letting him know she wasn't some prize to be won. Why did he always fudder up like this around her?

His father leaned over. "I'm not sure dad couldn't still wipe my arse of the floor," his father whispered.

"Granddad, I didn't mean..."

The man laughed before turning to Hermione. "I'll let you teach him the errors of his ways, Hermione. Euphemia?" He offered his arm to Harry's grandmother.

His granmother moved in and Harry took her hand. "Granmother," he greeted.

"You look dashing tonight, Scion Potter. It would be nice if your father cleaned up half as nice."

"I'm right here," his father muttered.

"I know, James," the woman said with a smirk. Her dark eyes grew more intense as she focused on Harry. "You treat this beauty well or you will be answering to me. It is wonderful to see you again, Ms. Granger. If you need saving, just come find me," the old woman said, nodding her head once to Hermione before taking his granddad's arm.

Harry was still to flustered to realize the deference they gave her told most others to leave Hermione alone.

The twenty minutes he thought it might take stretched to almost an hour by the time all the guests that wanted to greet them went though. Meaning he and the rest of his family had to make quick path through the crowded ball room. He pulled Hermione so she could be at the front of the crowd. Being sponsored by the the ones throwing the ball earned her top spot up front, if being his best friend didn't. Ron and Seamus joined her, as did Dean, Neville, Susan and Hannah. There were fourteen of his year mates hear tonight, but the ones up front were his closest friends.

His father took up a spot on the stage, the band waiting behind him. Harry and Edmund lined up to his right, his mum and Calla to his left.

Putting his wand to his throat, his father addressed the crowd. "Welcome everyone to Godric's Hall. My family and I are delighted you could all come. Please enjoy all the festivities we have planned tonight, including the fireworks that are being provided by Messieurs Weasley's of the Weasley Wizarding Wheezes around midnight."

A light shown on Fred and George, and their wives, Angelina and Katie. They both waived and a small firework left their sleeves. Most laughed at the antics. This was the Potters House and his father had been one of the biggest pranksters of Hogwarts. Though, the Harry almost beat his record first year when he worked with the Weasley's for almost being expelled.

"We are not only here to enjoy these fireworks," there was another muttering of laughter in the crowd, "the good food and spirits, but also the first ball of the summer. My wife and I have planned for this for a few years now as our eldest turns seventeen the end of next month. This brings on the nice prospects of adding to your house in the future. I also hope having you all here will tighten our own bonds and potentially bring those of the Great Alliance closer to repealing these laws that require our children to do this at such a young age," his father said. Most in the room raised a glass or clapped, indicating their support. Some didn't say anything, while a few did not look pleased at that prospect. The latter two groups were the clear minority amongst the crowd gathered.

"Until such time as we can achieve this goal, I will play the gracious host and introduce those that House Potter is sponsoring this year. Ms. Hermione Granger, please step forward." Hermione stepped into the no-man's land between the crowd and the stage. She held her head up high and looked like a young lady ready for society. Harry wanted her to be.

"Mr. Ronald Weasley." Ron stepped forward, and a few faces turned to him that might not have before. To be sponsored by the Potters was no small thing.

"Mr. Seamus Finnigan." The dark hair Irish boy wasn't as smooth as Ron, his nerves obvious. As much as the Weasleys' didn't like all this pomp, being friends and allies of the Potters had seen them all attend balls and functions at his House over the years. Seamus hadn't had that luxury.

"Now that you have met those we sponsor, I would like to make the announcement that I am sure many have been waiting for. Harry, come here," his father indicated with his head.

Harry stepped up, keeping his shoulders back, his back straight and his face impassive. Merlin, he hated this mask.

"Our son, Scion Potter, turns seventeen July thirty-first. At that time, he will be taking up the full heir rights of House Potter. He will also be taking up the heir rights to House Peverell and the Lordship of Peverell on his nineteenth birthday. "

There was a big stir in the crowd. Daphne was standing towards the front and he saw her golden locks move as she looked quickly towards Hermione and then up to him. Others snapped head up to him and the murmurs grew into talk. His father chuckled as he tried to calm things down. "Yes. Yes. I know this is big news. It has been generations since the Potters have called these Houses forward. That is not all the news though," his father said with some dramatic flare to his voice. He was enjoying this too much and Harry started to feel like their was a big joke coming up.

"Some of the other news I have. Edmund, our youngest son, has been presented as the heir to the House of Gryffindor," he said and the talking started up again.

His brother looked pleased with the attention he was getting. Harry knew Edmund though the was living in his shadows at times, but Harry didn't see it. Harry may be seeker, but Edmund was the highest scoring chaser the last year. That was no small feat. He also was showing to be a prodigy in transfiguration and arithmancy. Harry preferred potions and runes. He was glad to be sod of arithmancy next year, though Hermione and Daphne may have something to say about that...

When it was obvious his father was not done, the room quieted. "Before I call the band forward and invite our young debutantes and gentlemen to dance, I have one final announcement. Effective at the end of the month, I will be stepping down as Head of the Aurors and will retire."

Harry was as shocked as everyone in the hall. He looked to his father, who gave him a wink. Mum didn't look surprised, but Calla did.

"What do you mean retiring," Edmund blurted out and the hall broke out into talk, and some laughing.

His father chuckled at his younger son. "I am done hunting dark wizards and petty criminals. In the fall, I will be hunting those students out after curfew and found kissing in alcoves," he said with a smile. There was more laughing and excitement. "Next year I will be taking up the position of the second Transfiguration Professor as our esteemed Head Master finally bows out of the ring and Minerva McGonagall takes up the reins."

The light found the two people in question. Dumbledore raised his hand and the hall broke out in applause. A few more fireworks shot into the air and everyone cheered. Harry clapped with the rest of them. Dumbledore had either taught or been Headmaster to almost everyone in the room. He was respected and... wait! His father said second transfiguration professor.

Harry looked to his father, who was smiling a mischievous grin, knowing almost everyone missed that bit with the news of Dumbledore and McGonagall. He leaned towards his father. "Dad, who is the other one?"

"You didn't think we pass the opportunity to reunite the remaining Mauraders in the halls of Hogwarts, did you," his father replied. "Dumbledore may have been a little concerned a certain set of Potter's may try to blow up the school, and Minerva is expanding all departments to two Professors in the fall."

Harry looked for his Uncle Sirius in the crowd. When he found him, the man smiled and waived. Harry groaned. He would never pull off the biggest prank he had ever planned with them there now. Now he had to decide if they could find a way to do it under the noses of his Uncles and his father. Uncle Remus had caught him a few times, but he thought the man usually looked the other way.

Calla gave him a meaningful look and Ed tapped his foot. The Potter siblings would need to have a meeting in their secret place. Soon. First though, he had something else to do.

"With that, I call all debutantes and gentlemen to the floor," his father called out before the adulation for Dumbledore died out.

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A/N: This is not the end of the first Ball of the season. The chapter was already getting to 11k+ words. The next chapter will see lots of dancing, intrigue and maybe a little drama.

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Chapter 2

June 23, 1997

Godric's Hall, Godric's Hollow, England

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Hermione Granger

She was eternally grateful that Harry was next to her. She stood tall and acted as Lily and Professor Tate had thought her. Being able to slip her hand into his arm was quite nice, especially when some of the other girls coming through looked at Harry enviously and her jealously. Even some of the parents looked at her that way. No one dared to bother her though.

Hermione stood with the Potters.

The tall, raven-hair boy with green eyes was suave and debonair as he greeted the seemingly endless parade of people. Every time she slipped her hand around his arm, it was a comfort to feel the muscles under his dress coat. A few boys asked if they could put their name on her card. She was grateful Harry had asked her for more. She was starting to feel more confident in the way Lily said Harry felt for her.

When the Headmaster came through, he had on his typical grandfatherly look and twinkling eyes. "Albus, so good to see you tonight," Lord Potter greeted the man.

"Yes, it is always enjoyable to by here at Godric's Hall. I trust the entertainment will be as nice as always?"

Lord Potter had a suspicious gleam to his eye. She knew that gleam. It was the same all the Potter children got when they were up to no good. She leaned into Harry. "What is your father up too?"

Harry looked at her. She loved those green eyes. "What do you mean?"

They didn't get to say anything else as Dumbledore made it to them. "Good evening, Scion Potter, Ms. Granger. I take it you are excited about the festivities this evening?"

"Yes, sir," she answered.

"I am, but it would be better if this could be done in our own way," Harry responded.

"I understand, but these laws are old and it is hard to change things when many like tradition."

Harry held the Headmaster's eyes. "Most of those voting for those traditions have never been subjected to the laws I am talking about."

"Alas, you are correct. And do you share the same opinion, Ms. Granger?"

She weighed her words very carefully. "I have grown to like many wizard customs, but I was taught that personal freedom is a mark of a great society. In the muggle world, practices such as forces marriages, the inability for a woman to be incharge of her own destiny and capable of being named an heir were rights granted many decades ago. Personally, I think many practices alienate muggleborn and pose a great threat to the Statute of Secrecy and even risk our exposure by not integrating more into the world at large," she responded.

Dumbledore regarded her for a long moment. "This is a discussion that sounds like yo have thought much about. Perhaps your scion, you and I could discuss this more over the summer."

She felt taken aback, heat coming to her face some. Harry looked down at her, the only appearance of his own fluster a slight coloring at his neck. "It would be a pleasure, Headmaster," Harry said after a moment. "I will have Hedwig send you an invitation."

"I look forward to it," the man said with a smile. "Mr. Potter, do you feel the same," the Headmaster asked Edmund, who looked surprised to be addressed.

"Ah, no, sir. I mean..." Ed looked to Harry and their father.

"Ed, just say how you feel," Harry encouraged. He always did that with his siblings, even though she knew Ed felt like everything was about Harry all the time.

Ed straightened up. "Yes, sir, I agree. I've heard Harry and his friends. None of them really want to get married yet."

The Headmaster inclined his head. "Perhaps you and your sister would be willing to join us?"

Edmund looked to Harry, as though this was totally improper. "Up to you and Calla. This affects you too in two years."

The red hair boy nodded after a moment. "Yes, please."

Harry nodded and Professor Dumbledore was replaced by Professor McGonagall. "Scion Potter, you clean up better than I thought," the woman said in a dry voice.

Harry and his father laughed. She chuckled. "I think Lady Potter threatened to take his Firebolt away if he didn't."

"Oi! You're supposed to be my best friend," Harry accused.

The Professor chuckled. "Either way, you look extremely beautiful, Ms. Granger."

"She cleans up well too," Harry snarked.

Hermione glared at him. It was the best she could do. Until the last year or so, she had never cared about her appearance. As this day grew closer, many of the girls of their year had turned into simpering lunatics around boys. She hadn't, but the message that she needed to look the perfect debutante had slowly seeped in.

She felt some pride in Harry's teasing, but it hurt too.

Harry must have seen something because one McGonagall moved on, he leaned down and said, "I wasn't trying to offend you."

"I know, Harry."

They didn't get to say anything else as some high-ranking Lord and a ponce of son that looked her up and down came through.

When they finally were led into the ballroom, she acted the part. If the green-eyed boy on the stage didn't look at her the way he did, she starting to feel that she would have left the wizarding world, or maybe just Britain.

When Lord Potter finally announced the first dance, Harry was giving his father a look that said he was bothered. She didn't understand and waited for him to come down as the even two dozen debutantes and gentlemen came out.

Hermione was very much against the laws that had brought them all here. She couldn't deny, though, the some of the reasoning behind them was sound. Twenty-four of them were on the floor. All between almost seventeen and almost twenty. Out of the twenty-four of them, there were only ten males. From what Hermione had heard, this was more than in the last few years.

Harry said something to Daphne Greengrass before coming to her. He took up a spot a yard away, standing tall and waiting for a moment as the band got ready and all the debutants to find their partners. She was nervous. Harry was a great dancer in their lessons. She, well, she didn't step on his feet anymore. The opening waltzes were more difficult than anything she had learned growing up and she was afraid she would mess up.

"I didn't expect dad to announce the Great Alliances intentions like that," Harry commented.

"You shouldn't be. It is not the first time. What had you bothered after Dumbledore's announcement?"

She saw Harry fight to not scrunch his face. "Uncle Sirius is joining him. McGonagall is also doubling the staff in many departments."

Hermione was surprised by both announcement. "Why is that bad?"

He didn't meet her eyes for a second. "It's not baaad... per se," he responded. The band struck a few cords to announce it was about ready. Around them, the others had found partners or the four other girls without were joined by older men, probably fathers or brothers, maybe potential suitors.

Harry bowed and she curtsied before he stepped up to her and wrapped one hand around her waist and took her other. She tried to keep the conversation going. "Harry, are you planning something?"

His face didn't drop the proper mask, but his eyes met hers and she could just tell. "Why would you suspect anything like that?"

The band started and Harry led her into the waltz. She had to concentrate for the first few steps, but slowly she just let Harry guide her, like she was supposed too. That had been some of the issues when they had started. She wasn't used to being led or so docile to let her just be pulled and guided the way Harry was doing. She had a feeling if it was anyone but Harry, she may not be so willing to let her guard down.

"You have that look that you are up to something," she said after a moment.

He gave her a smile that would have made her knees weak, well it did a little, if she didn't know him like she did. "I am a prefect and captain of the Quidditch team. I can't cause any trouble."

She snorted, not registering where they were. "No, you didn't almost loose that badge last year when the entire Slytherin team decided to go for a swim in January in their all and after ensuring most of the castle was outside when they announce to the Great Hall what they were going to do."

Harry grinned before schooling his face. "That was never proven to be more than a joke that was not perpetrated by me or any of the Gryffindor team."

He twirled her and when she came back in, she asked, "How did you do it?" He hadn't told her how yet, but she knew he had been involved.

Harry continued to guide her around as the waltz started to slow down. "There might have been a bet."

She eyed him. "A bet?"

"Sealed with an oath," Harry grinned.

She would have closed her eyes if she didn't think the spinning would get to her. "And what would you have done if you lost?"

"Doesn't matter."

"Harry James Potter, what?"

He eyed her this time. "You sound like mum when you do that." She was about to loose her cool with him when he responded, "I think there was a song, about the snakes, in kilts, on the tables... nothing too bad."

She shook her head and was surprised when he suddenly stopped. Only through practice did she know to step back. Instead of him holding her hand out to the side, he brought it to his lips. She looked up, surprised.

"I promised you would not look a fool, Ms. Granger," he said with a smirk. "Now I will just need to the keep the other wolves off you."

He had promised that last night when she had told him some of her concerns about today. The realization that he had kept her distracted while he pranced her around the floor suddenly dawned on her. There was clapping coming from around them.

She couldn't keep the heat coming to her face as they stood. "You are incorrigible," she muttered before saying, "Thank you."

He bowed his head. "You would like me no other way," he said a bit cockily and she rolled her eyes. The string band made some noise to signal the second dance was about ready. He became more serious. "After this dance, I would like to find you again."

She gave him a coy smile. "If you can find me."

His intense eyes didn't rise to her ploy. "After this dance."

He bowed and turned. She knew he was going to find Daphne. The tall blonde was on the other side of the floor, looking as though she was trying to turn down another young man.

The Ministers grandson approached Susan and she stepped back. Without anyone else on her card, except Corner for the third dance and the Ministers grandson for the seventh, she was a free woman for now, and that was how she wanted to to stay. Thus, it was surprised when Lord Potter was suddenly at her side.

"Ms. Granger, are you without partner for this dance?"

She turned to him. "I am, Lord Potter."

"Would you allow me the honors?"

She curtsied and bowed her head. "The honor is mine."

The man looked amused. He was just as tall as Harry but with dark eyes that held the same mischief his son's had. "I take it the announcement about Harry's intentions were not a surprise?"

The band started and she found herself letting Lord Potter lead her around like his son.

"Harry and Neville have talked about it for months, Lord Potter" she told him. She had a feeling when Harry had first mentioned to her in November, he wasn't keen on the idea of two wives, but she knew more votes were needed to over turn the laws that would require him and other to marry, whether they wanted to or not.

His father twirled you. "I think you have been around enough to call me James, Hermione."

"Yes, sir," she responded out of reflex.

He chuckled. "Are you good with all this," the man asked.

She allowed herself to look around and saw Harry dancing with Daphne. She wouldn't deny the jealousy she felt, but she wanted her best friend to be happy and for her to part of that happiness. "I will be," she told the man honestly.

James smiled. "Lily had a hard time at first too. She raged for months when they reactivated the Heritage and Proliferation laws. I heard you with Dumbledore earlier."

"I meant what I said," she affirmed.

"And that is why Harry is so taken with you," he told her.

She flushed a little. "He is my friend," she told him.

The man chuckled. "I think he may be more than that."

She didn't answer, just danced as she was spun again.

"I am very certain Harry is going to talk with you tonight," James said with a significant look. Her heart started to pound. "If you do not want all this," he indicated the hall with a sweep of his head, "we will understand. I will support you in anything you want to do in the magical world."

Her eyes widened. It was much the same Lily had said to her. After a few more steps, James spoke again. "It is my hope..." she spun once more, "... that you not leave us."

She wasn't sure what to say. It had been months, years really, that she had felt the attraction from Harry. The Law did not allow anyone bound by it to date or sleep with another before they turned seventeen. After that, just about all bets were off, but there was a tradition about how things were done. This ball being one of them.

With his mischief managed, James let her fall into her thoughts and the dance seemed to end far too soon. The man had ended by the stage, and the doors that led outside.

"If want some privacy, the side porch will only allow family or special guests tonight," James said with a wink, before turning away and walking towards Lily. There was one more dance before the first break was scheduled.

She caught Harry talking with Daphne, and when he looked at her, she gave him an uncertain smile before moving towards the doors.

-o-

Daphne Greengrass

Just as always, she felt the not so unpleasant flying feeling in her stomach to see Harry. He was talking with Lord and Lady Winters. The flying feeling fell as she saw Hermione Granger standing next to him. She knew Granger was being sponsored by the Potters, but she was standing with the family, and not just that, next to Scion Potter and before his brother. It was a spot announcing the girl was afforded special status and that Harry most likely would be asking for her hand as soon as he could.

Her heart dropped.

"Do not despair, my beautiful flower," her mother said into her ear. "All is not lost."

She nodded.

Tracey nudged her and gave her an encouraging smile.

She had not meant to just about attack Hermione, but Harry had been Daphne's friend since childhood, and she had dreamed of him since she understood she would be required to marry and have children.

The hint from her mother had caught her off guard. As they walked away from the Potters, Tracey pulled up to her side as she asked, "Mother, what is the big announcement?"

Her mother just looked straight ahead, no hint of anything on her face. "I don't think you will have long to wait, but I don't think Miss Granger is the competition you think her to be."

"Oh, this sounds juicy," Tracey responded.

Her mother gave her a small smile and turned. "Come you three. You can scamper off once the first dance is called."

Astoria had been right behind them. "Can I ask Edmund to dance with me?"

Daphne eyed her sister. They were year mates, and unlike Harry and her, who had drifted apart the first three years at Hogwarts, Edward Potter and her sister was still thick as thieves. It helped that Astoria was a Ravenclaw, and not a Slytherin, like their brother and her.

Daphne knew most of the drifting apart was her fault when she was made a Slytherin and fell in with a few friends that turned out not to be such good friends. Harry had tried to still be friends, but she had listened to much to the upper years.

Now, largely thanks to Harry and his friends, it was not really a bad thing to be from Slytherin.

"I think you should let Edmund ask you, but you have my permission if he does."

Her sister gave a huge smile.

"I can I dance with with anyone?" Persimmon had pulled up between her mother and her.

"Of course you can, dear. I am sure your father would love a few dances," their mother responded. The girl smiled. Where Astoria was more of a dirty blonde with a thin nose and petite features, Persimom was a tall girl for the age of eleven and looked very much like Daphne's doppleganger at the same age.

"Do I have to dance with anyone?" Anthony asked, sounding like it was the last thing he wanted to do. He had the more sandy blonde hair of their father and Astoria.

"Only if you want, Anthony. You are not required to enter into being a young gentleman for a more years," their mother commented. "Daphne, I would like to have a spot close to the stage."

"Yes, mother," she said. Everyone was mingling about, but many were staking locations. They were not part of the Great Alliance, so they found a spot that would be in the second row of guests, leaving room for those that were closer to the Potters. Well, those closer politically tonight. She was here due to the close friendship between there mothers and the business dealings with their fathers.

Daphne made small talk with Tracey and a few others that came by. She didn't miss Harry and his family coming through the crowd. His father and him were some of the tallest in the room, and their wild hair would have been recognized almost anywhere.

She couldn't help but feel jealous to see Granger on his arm when they split the crowd, or the look he gave her. On the way to the stage stairs, Harry looked at her and the look in his green eyes sent a thrill through her.

She didn't miss how her father didn't clap at the mention of overturning the Heritage and Proliferation laws, but he didn't look upset either. She had never heard him talk in favor of this, but he had supported her.

She wasn't totally paying attention until Lord Potter announced, "Our son, Scion Potter, turns seventeen July thirty-first. At that time, he will be taking up the full heir rights of House Potter. He will also be taking up the heir rights to House Peverell and the Lordship of Peverell on his eighteenth birthday. "

Her eyes shot to Harry, then the full importance of the sentence sunk in. She snapped her eyes to Granger. The girl didn't look surprised or upset. Maybe resigned, but she still looked at Harry as though totally in love. Harry was going to need to have two wives, and Granger had already settled with that fact.

Daphne, having been raised to know many in her generation were going to be second or third wives, didn't think twice about it. She had the chance still to get Harry. Having to share with Granger wasn't a bad thing. On the whole, since Granger had mellowed and they had studied together, Daphne had to admit she thought Granger a good match for Harry.

Daphne also had the chance to be a Lady of a House even older than the Potters. The Potters were more prestigious, but that wasn't as important as the fact she would be of the same rank as Hermione, not just some second wife that would mother a minor line of the Potters.

With that thought, she looked up to Harry. He found her eyes and she knew then the reason he had wanted so many dances. Granger was most likely going to be Lady Potter, and she was fairly certain he would like her to be Lady Peverell.

Astoria gasped at the announcement that Edmund would be Scion Gryffindor. Her sister had it bad for the boy. Daphne admitted the redhead was going to be very handsome, but he had nothing on his older brother.

Tracey leaned in. "Should I start calling you Lady Peverell?" she enquire with a knowing smirk.

"Merlin, I hope so," Daphne uttered, hoping she was reading the situation correctly.

Astoria leaned in. "Do I have to wait until I'm seventeen," she asked.

"I waited, you can too," Daphne told her sister.

"It is polite to clap," there father said from behind them. Daphne and Astoria joined the others to clap for the Headmaster.

"I don't want to wait," Astoria told her.

"I wish Blaise was here tonight," Tracey told her.

"You will see him Friday at the Carrow's ball," Daphne told her friend.

Tracey nodded. When the first dance was called, she walked out to find Scion Montague. The dark skin boy would be her second choice, but he was a far second to Harry. As he approached, it was obvious he was still learning how to fit into there world. He may be heir to a Ancient and Noble house, Dean Thomas had not known until a year ago and had been only been coached this one year at school.

He was a good Quidditch player, decent in his classes, finishing at nineteenth this year, and fun to be around. Yes, she had to admit he had made her laugh the few times she had joined Harry and his friends to Hogsmeade the last few years.

As nervous as he looked, he calmed down once he was before her. "Evening, Ms. Greengrass. May I have this dance?"

She returned a smile. This was not an event to wear her mask all night. "It would be a pleasure, Scion Montague."

Dean chuckled. "I'm never going to get used to that."

She nodded. No, Dean would make some girl very happy, but he wasn't Harry Potter. The dance was enjoyable. Leading as he should, and technically right, but not with the grace of someone who had learned this from an early age. When the dance ended, she returned his smile before he excused himself to dance with Heiress Edgecombe.

She looked over to Harry to see him kiss Granger's knuckles. There was no doubt now that he wanted her as an intended. It was too tender, too intentional while most were looking at them. She doubted Granger would know the importance. There was no way anyone raised in their world would mistakenly do that.

When Harry left her as the band indicated the next dance, she felt her stomach flutter to see him look at her and make his way across the dance floor. He greeted Longbottom and Weasley, but everytime his eyes turned back to her she felt her attraction to him.

Walking up to her, he stopped just three feet away and bowed. It was a deep bow, showing his regard for her. "Ms. Greengrass, I was hoping I might have this dance."

She stood tall and looked at him a little imperiously. It was what she should do. Harry raised an eyebrow. "It does appear I have your name on my card for this dance."

His mask showed a smirk before taking on the more aristocratic face he almost never showed. "Then let me assume that is an invitation," he responded, extending his hand as the string band struck up the first cord.

It took all she had not to smile at him. She took his hand and he stepped into her. Even through her dress she could feel his warm hand on her waist. Merlin, she would be heart broken if she had miss read his intentions.

When they took their first step, it was apparent he had gone through the years of instructions as she had. Not that she hadn't already known that. They had shared many 'practice' dances like this over the years at similar events.

"So, Scion Potter-Peverell," she said after a moment. She was enjoying the dance so much, she really didn't want to talk, but this was the best place to do so without raising suspicions or being chaperones.

"Yes, Ms. Greengrass?"

There was a playfulness to his voice she liked. "Where you ever going to tell me you were revivng a second House?"

Harry smirked. "And ruin the surprise?"

She gave him an intense look. He told her many secrets and talked to her of many things, but this was a large surprise. "You could have given me some warning?"

Harry's smirk didn't leave his face. "My father isn't the only one that can pull off a joke."

"And what is the next one?"

He led her into an intricate pattern with a few others, including Neville and Susan and, surprisingly, Weasley and one of the Patil twins. She had not thought the redhead capable with how he usually acted.

"Give me a little bit and you'll find out," Harry told her with a wink as they settled into the middle of the floor. She didn't get to answer as he led her into a spin. She liked how she just seemed to fit into him as he pulled her back. Knowing Harry, she let the joy show in her face. He never liked their masks and reciprocated her smile.

"Should I be wary?"

Unusual for the usually confident boy, a quick look of nervousness passed over his face before he took up his smirk like he was up to now good. She liked the pleasant twitter in her insides the reaction. "I hope not," Harry responded.

He looked a little nervous again. It was rather endearing.

"Do you have more dances with Granger?"

Harry nodded. "Can I ask you to call her Hermione?"

They went to the complicated knot once more before the music started to slow. She looked up into his eyes and saw something she had never noticed before. She wasn't sure what it was, but it pulled at her. "If you wish," she said as they stopped.

Her breath hitched as he did the same thing as he had done to Grang... Hermione. He bowed and brought her knuckles to his lips. He was staking a claim over her and letting others know his intentions. She had not expected this. Not on the first ball of the year.

She was even more flustered when he looked up, a very serious look on his face intensified by his lustrous green eyes. "If I ask for a private moment later, would you be amenable?"

Very few could make her silent, and Harry was chief among them when he was like this, or when he pulled a prank on her and she was to incensed to say anything except pull her wand. This was definitely not one of those times she would use her wand. "If you wish," she said after a moment.

He gave a brief smile before kissing her knuckles again. "Until later, Ms. Greengrass."

"Until later, Scion Potter-Peverell," she agreed.

As he walked away, she followed him with her eyes. With the first two dances out of the way, others joined for the next. Her father came up to her as she still looked at where he dissapeared out of a set of glass doors.

She shook herself when her father cleared his throat. "I take it that went well," he asked with a laugh on his voice.

She flushed before getting controlled of herself. "I hope so," she whispered.

Her father held out a hand. "I know you have another beau on your list, but would it be alright if I take this dance," he asked.

She looked at her card. "Actually, I don't know if I want to dance with anyone else tonight," she told him.

He nodded. "I would still like to have this dance, Ms. Greengrass."

"I didn't mean I didn't want to dance with you father," she said, taking his hand as many people came out the floor. Next to them, Edmund led Astoria out to the floor.

Her father looked at her sister and Harry's brother. "Your sister is quiet taken with Scion Gryffindor," her father said.

She nodded. "I think he is the same. They are hardly apart at Hogwarts," she told him.

Looking at them as they went through the proper ettiquiett, her father nodded approvingly. "I shall let him know he is welcome at our house when ever he wants."

The music started and her stepped in. This was a more sedate dance.

After he spun her the first time, he causally commented, "You look just as beautiful as your mother at the same age."

She smiled at the compliment. "Thank you," she responded demurely.

"What are your feelings," he asked. She what he was talking about.

"I would not be adverse to being Lady Peverell," she told him honestly.

He gave a slight nod as they moved in the circle around the dance floor that everyone else was. "Your mother figured as much."

She nodded back. "Do you and mother agree?" she inquired. She knew it was her choice, but she very much valued their opinion.

"If it makes you happy, you never have to worry that I would give my blessing," he responded.

"And if it was a good political move?"

"I would say my daughter a fool if that was all she thought of this." His eyes were not disapproving, but she could tell he wasn't looking at this for the obvious alliance it would make, and the opportunity it would give their family to finally step more towards the progressives. "On the other hand, if it was boon to the union she wanted because she honestly liked the Scion, I would say she chose well."

They were quiet for a moment as she drifted into her own thoughts. "What if he doesn't chose me?"

Her father gave her a very indulgent look. "Lord and Lady Potter have already proposed a very favorable contract for you, should he ask."

Her eyes went wide. "Harry would never agree to a deal like that without his knowledge!"

Her voice had been louder than she meant, but she knew one of her oldest friends. Like her, he hated all this. Her father gave her a look to settle down. After a moment, he said rather quietly, knowing many were now listening. "Scion Potter-Peverell approached us over Easter Break before we talked with his parents."

She actually missed a step and was eternally grateful that her father caught her and turned it into a small dip, something not inappropriate to the dance, but expertly masked her slip. She felt the heat come to her face. Daphne wasn't sure the last time she had something like that. Maybe she had been six? Maybe seven?

Her father had his regal mask on, but his eyes looked like he wanted to laugh. She took up dance again. "Thank you for letting me know."

As the dance ended, he bowed to her. As she straightened up to see a sour looking Seamus, she didn't really care. "If you excuse me, I think I need a little fresh air," she told her father.

He nodded. "Let him come to you. Your mother and I bless this if this is what you want."

She nodded before making her way towards the door Harry had dissapered through. She knew this house well enough to know there was a large veranda and the back gardens out the door.

-o-

Harry Potter

Harry rubbed his hands on his pants. His friends, like Ron, Seamus, Kevin or others would never understand the way he felt right now. They all had choices. They didn't have the laws forcing them to marry before they were twenty, or to produce heirs by the time they were twenty-one.

Seeing many of his classmates date or being able to go through what a typical teen might, was something Harry was very envious of.

For those of them required to adhere to the Heritage and Proliferation Acts, it was a narrow path they had tread between the ages of seventeen and twenty. If not, then the Ministry would step in and resolve the issue.

Given the current climate and the lobsides nature of how many witches to wizards there were right now, ever since so many Voldemort supports had died the night the man had been killed by his parents, there had been more witches available or born than wizards.

This meant that many scions or lord had to have two wives.

It was a fact Neville and him had talked about many times over the last year. Especially with the Potters and Longbottoms having two Houses to offer up, it was almost inevitable that they would be 'drafted' by the Board to take on a second, or even third wife.

It was the only reason, since he was fifteen, he had allowed himself to slowly fall for two witches. One was his best friend, and who had been involved in many of the conversations. Without Hermione's buy-in, which was not always easy for someone that grew up in the muggle world, his desires to have two witches he cared for would never work.

He should have told her he had made his decision over Easter, but he had been too chicken to tell her. He didn't feel very Gryffindor at keeping that from her.

Or from keeping it from the girl that was his oldest friend, even older than Ron and Neville.

From thier reactions so far, they had both taken it well, and he thought they might now what he was up too... now was the time though to really find out.

Merlin, he wished he was older, but there were other reasons to push this now. He knew all three of them didn't want their children to be forced into doing this.

Harry snorted as he made it out into the warm June night.

He was only sixteen, and had been forced to consider his future life and children from an early age. As much as his parents had tried to shield him from this until he was older, it was impossible to ignore the second he went to Hogwarts. The roughly twenty percent of students affected tended to band together and get to know each other from an early age. Talk of the laws was a pretty common topic by the time they made it to third year, especially with the bans of dating or intercourse before all parties were of age. It was all about allowing for the best chance of magical children, and many magical children, to make everyone wait until the woman was of an age best suited to bare children.

He had remembered how horrified he had been the night his father had explained this all to him that Christmas of third year. In the last decade, it had been close at times to repeal the law, but the Great Alliance and their backers just didn't have enough votes. The last time it failed, about two years ago, it was just shy or fifteen votes.

If Harry could have betrothed, and to have them be his wives before the Winter Soltice meet, he could be presented to the Wizengamot and sit his Peverel seat at the next Summer Solstice. He would a little shy of eighteen by then, but having been recognized in the precious Solstice meet, he would be eligible.

Neville was looking to do the same. He just wasn't sure who his second wife would be. Harry had no doubt he would talk to Hannah tonight. His parents had agreed to allow Neville, Ron, Seamus and Dean access to a few private area, like the one Harry was heading to now, if they wanted to have private chats with a girl, or their parents.

It still didn't mean that he wasn't nervous beyond belief. He rubbed his palms into his pants again. When he rounded the edge of the Great Hall of Godric's Hall, he saw Hermione. She was leaning on the railing, her curly tresses falling over her shoulders and looking beautiful. Harry prefered her when she was more herself, but he couldn't deny she was absolutely beautiful.

As he approached, she looked at him and smiled. "I was starting to to think you forgot," she greeted him, not moving as he moved next to her and put his one arms on the railing.

"I would never forget you, Hermy," he told her.

She cast him a glare and hip checked him. "I hate that nickname."

"I know, but it it's so cute."

She huffed. "Maybe when your seven year old sister said it the first time, but not from you."

"Touche," he replied.

Merlin! He was nervous about this conversation. He took in a deep breath to start it, but Hermione beat him to the punch. "You want to know if I can share you someone else," she told him.

He looked to her. Hermione was looking out over the dark fields and woods that were on this side of the manor. "That is one of the questions, but not the main question. There are options..."

She turned her head to him and put a hand over his. The warmth and tingle he always felt when she touched him had him trailing off.

"Do you love me?"

Harry didn't think or even wait to respond. "I've been in love with you for years, Hermione."

She gave a very soft and endearing smile. "You didn't even hesitate."

He returned her smile. "There is nothing to hesitate about. This is the only ball I intent to be at without a betrothed or a wife," he told her.

Her eyes widened a bit. "But you aren't seventeen for another month."

"I am Scion Potter-Peverell. I was introduced to Society at the Easter Ball we attended. Within two months of my birthday, I can enter into formal agreements," he told her.

Hermione squeezed his hand. "You want sit your Peverell seat next summer," she whispered. He knew she knew what that meant. It was why he had asked to many of the talks Neville and him had.

"I would like to ask you to be my wife, before I get into that," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a red ring box. "I want you to understand what you are getting into though. I love you, Hermione. I always will."

She stood up as he sank to one knew, her hands going to her mouth. "Harry," she whispered.

The butterflies where raging in him, feeling more like flitting humming birds threatening to poke holes in him. He heart was pounding in his chest. If she said no, he knew his heart would break. Swallowing, he opened the box.

Inside the box was a new ring he had commisioned by the goblins, just for her. He wasn't sure that she was a diamond type of girl, but it was the tradition in the current age for muggles, he never wanted her to give up her roots. Personally, he wanted all their children to attend muggle primary like he and his brother and sister had until they went to Hogwarts.

The ring had a large dark pink diamond with several rubies on the band. Hermione's eyes were wide and she looked like she was barely breathing. "Hermione Jean Granger, would you please be my wife, the mother to our children, and my partner for life?"

It was and old fashioned proposal, but he knew how much she liked her old period novels.

She extended a shaky hand. He kept his eyes on her warm brown eyes. "Is that a yes," he asked as she held her hand to him.

She nodded. "Yes," she got out.

Harry's face split into a huge grin, the pit in stomach loosening to managealble levels. He slipped the ring on her finger. She didn't wait to through herself at him, just about bowling him over, her mouth searching for his, and them sharing their first kiss. Her mouth opened almost immediately and her tongue sought his out.

Harry met her enthusiasm. He had been waiting for this for years and he wasn't going to give her up. When they finally split for breath, Hermione put her forehead again his. "I love you. I love you. I love you," Hermione told him. "You have no idea how long I have wanted to tell you."

He pecked her. "I am taking a while," he chuckled.

She playfully hit his arm. "You're lucky your so handsome," she told him before they started to snog him again.

When they finally stood, Harry straightening out his coat and pants, and enjoying how Hermione was flattening her dress, Harry took her hand. "You know what we have talked about," he started.

Hermione shook her head. "It is Daphne, correct?"

Harry gave a nervous smirk. "That depends."

Hermione gave him a questioning look. "Depends on what?"

He let out a long sigh. "If you are agreeable to this. You know we can name out second child as heir, and you wouldn't have to share me," he told her, knowing what her thoughts had been on the subject last fall.

"I really don't want to share you," she admitted, without hesitation, "but I think you and Neville are right. You two are too prominent to not to be forced to marry another."

"I want you to approve, Hermione. I don't expect anything, but if I ask Daphne, or someone one else, I don't want us to be separated. It will be hard enough not to have you two not share a room with me every night," he told her.

-o-

Hermione Granger

Hermione had thought about this a great deal. She loved Harry, and knew he would never treat anyone we was with different than any other. Not long ago, he had said if he was forced to marry two witches, he would like to love them both. Hermione had to admit, after reading some of her novels, especially the more modern ones from Flourish and Blotts, that she wondered what it my be to share a bed with another witch.

She looked up at his green eyes.

Yes, he would do as she asked and risk the Heritage and Proliferation board, but could she deny him a choice?

She had to admit, she liked Daphne. The girl was beautiful, smart and driven. She made a good match for Harry. She could also see he liked her. She wasn't sure if it was love like he obviously felt for her, but but it was close to see the way he talked about her at times.

He really needed her to say yes.

"Just tell me it is only Daphne," she said, meaning to say something completely different.

Harry nodded. "I have talked with her father of my intentions if you say yes," Harry told her.

She gave him an accepting smile. Harry was rash and impetuous at times, but he never played or used people. He was always respectful and caring. "Did you talk to my parents?"

He nodded. "Over Easter. Your father wasn't as happy with your choice to do this, but he accepted."

"Is there betrothal contracts?"

"If you want. Otherwise my parents will agree to a muggle prenubutual agreement."

She knew the difference thanks to Lily. "If we both enter into betrothals, that will mean the Ministry can't force another marriage on you?"

"On us, but yes. If you agree, and Daphne agrees, we will satisfy the laws and be left alone."

Pulling him in, she kissed him again. The thought sank in that Harry was now hers and she could kiss him whenever she wanted. She pulled back way too soon. "You intend to ask her tonight?"

"If you agree," he told her, looking nervous.

"Would she be Heiress Potter?"

Harry blinked. "What? Well, that hadn't been decided yet," he told her.

She blinked back. "Why not?"

"Well," Harry replied rubbing the back of is neck, "you see, I was thinking you might like to be Heiress Peverell."

She didn't understand, not sure if she should be offended or not. "I don't understand," she said.

"Well, you see, when I claim the Peverell seat, I will become Lord Peverell, before Lord Potter. That would give you all your rights and privileges next year of being a Lady of an Ancient and Noble House. It would also mean that you would be given more leeway to do what you want, even having the chance to sit my seat in the Wizengamot when I can't, or you want. My father does not intend to step down for a long time, meaning you would have to wait to really step into the Ministry like I know you want to."

Her eyes widened as he spoke. She knew Harry always thought of her, but she hadn't realized how much he listened. She should know this, he always did listen to her, but he could surprise her at time. He was trying to give her power as soon as they graduated Hogwarts, that might otherwise take her ten or twenty years to build up.

She threw herself at him again, wrapping her arms around his neck and snogging him. She pressed her body into his as he put his strong hands onto her waist. She wasn't sure how long they kissed, but his hair was messier than normal and their lips both looked a little puffy.

His burning green eyes made her feel weak at the knees ans though she wanted a much more private spot than this secluded veranda. "I love you," he said and she found only her arms and his strong hands keeping her up.

"I love you too," she replied, giving him another kiss.

With a sigh, he said, " I would love to just spend the rest the night out here with you, but I do have another witch I need to talk too. Then, if you are good, I would like to announce this tonight."

A huge smile spread on her face. "Can I tear up this stupid card," she asked.

He laughed and took the card in his fingers. "You promise to still hold a dance or two for me?"

She rolled his eyes. "I will only share you with Daphne from this point on."

"Good," he responded, taking the card off and kissing her. When he stepped back, he held out his arm. "I think my parents would like to know before I have my other conversation."

She took his arm. As backwards as this was, she was with the man she had loved for years. "We are visiting my parents tomorrow."

Harry nodded in reply.

-o-

Harry Potter

He asked Calla to bring his parents out to the back Veranda. A few others were outside, but that didn't stop him from telling them. His mum was beyong ecstatic and hugged Hermione. She balked at the ring.

"Where did you get this," his mum had asked.

"Dad helped me talk with the goblins," her told her.

She gave her son a approving look.

Harry took in a deep breath. "Could I leave my fiancee with you? I need to find Daphne," he told his mum.

His father held out a hand to Hermione. "Hermione, if you wouldn't mind a dance or two with you future father-in-law?"

"Of course, James."

Calla gave Hermione a hug before she went back in with his father. "I always knew we would be sisters."

Hermione hugged her back as Harry walked in. He had no idea what dance this was, but Daphne was not on the dance floor, meaning it was probably one of the dances reserved for him. It took a few moment to find her with her parents and youngest sister.

"Lord Greengrass, Lady Greengrass, I hope you are enjoying the night?"

"The Potters always put on the best balls," Lady Greengrass responded. "Though, I think Daphne is a little disappointing you were not here for the start of this dance."

Harry bowed to Daphne, how looked a little put out. "I do apologize, Ms. Greengrass. It was not my intention to offend you."

She looked down at him before nodding her head. "Would you escort me out now, and maybe for the next dance?"

He was nervous, but not as much as he had been with Hermione. He kept his eyes on her expectant face and dark blue eyes for a moment before turning to her father, who had stayed quiet, as though enjoying the show. "Lord Greengrass, I would actually ask your permission for a private word with Daphne."

He missed her eyes widening as the man appeared to think about it for a moment. Lady Greengrass gave her husband a small nudge on his elbow. Harry had talked with Lord Greengrass over Easter as well. The older man had seemed very pleasantly surprised and amenable, much different than Mr. Granger. Harry was fearing the man find a gun when he first asked.

The man nodded. "I will trust you with my eldest, Scion Potter-Peverell."

Harry did not let out the breath he wanted. Daphne looked rather pleased. Harry extended his arm and she took it. Hermione was at the edge of the dance floor, waiting to have a dance with his father. She gave him a brilliant smile, that he returned, and then a nod to Daphne as her smile didn't fade.

Daphne clutched his arm tight. She probably knew what was going to happen. "Do you mind if we step outside to a private veranda," he asked the striking blonde next to him.

"I am at your disposal, Scion Potter-Peverell."

Harry chuckled nervously. "No need to be so formal," he told her as they stepped outside.

"I know, Harry, but you know what is expected at these events," Daphne said with a pleasant smile.

"You know how much I hate acting that way," he replied.

"You do look rather dashing though."

"And you are beautiful," he told her.

He returned her smile as they walked around the side of the building. "I hope you don't mind me dragging you away. I promise I will dance with you again tonight."

"I'm going to keep you to that promise," she demanded.

He pulled her over towards the railing and had her face him. "It is a promise I want to keep. It's actually a promise I would like to make for a very long time, perhaps longer than a long time."

She rose and eyebrow, as though she was trying to keep something in. "How long are you talking," she asked after a moment.

"Possibly for ever," the replied.

Her hands tightened in his. "Did you already ask Grang... Hermione?"

Harry now felt the pit in stomach tighten to a painful knot again. "Can I tell you something I haven't told anyone else until tonight?"

Her chest started to press against the bonds of her chest. "We have never really held back secrets from each other."

Harry swallowed. "I've been in love with two women, for a while now. I spent a long time trying to figure out which one I love more. They each hold a special place in my life." Harry let go of one of her hands and reached for he left pocket. "Hermione is the love I never expected to find. You are a love that started in our childhood, though I was too dense to realize until recently. Would you be able to share a life with myself and Hermione?"

Daphne looked like she stopped breathing as he got down on one knew and opened the box.

This one was also a goblin wrought ring. In the center was a yellow diamond with a few sapphires and smaller diamonds in it. The sapphires were almost the exact blue of her eyes and the yellow diamond complimented her hair. "Daphne Elizabeth Greengrass, would you do me the honor of being my wife, heiress to House Potter, mother of children and my partner for life?"

-o-

Daphne Greengrass

Harry was on his knees, an absolutely gorgeous ring offered up to her and his green eyes telling her how he felt.

It was what she had dreamed about for a year or more. She knew G... Hermione, was her largest competition. Harry, though, was professing his love to her. He was acknowledging his feelings for both of them. More importantly was the why he was asking them.

Seeing that smile and the nod to her, Daphne knew Hermione knew and an accepted this.

What she couldn't understand was why she being offered the House of Potter. It was by far the more prestigeous and influential house. The Peverell House had not been revived in generations of the Potters having it. She was not delusion that Harry treasured Hermione more, but she could see he cared for her.

There was love there. Merlin, she had loved this boy for a long time.

When she found her voice, she asked, "I thought you would offer me House Peverell."

Harry looked extremely nervous and shifted. "Hermione has ambitions to change things fast. I thought if she took up being Lady Peverell next year, she could start on that."

Daphne just looked at him. She knew Hermione was ambitious, but she hadn't expected this reasoning. Heiress Potter. She was going to be Heiress Potter. This manor, or another one, would be her responsibility. It would also give her more time to take up the family businesses if Hermione wanted to run the political side.

She was still trying to process the why fors when Harry shifted again. "Daph, if you don't want this," he said, his voice hoarse and his eyes looking hurt.

Shaking herself, she let a smile onto her face. "Oh, Merlin, Harry! Yes. Yes I will marry you."

His face lit up like a firework. He slipped the ring on her finger and when he stood up, she looked at it before looking to him. Not caring she had never kissed anyone before, she threw he arms around his neck, having to get onto her toes, and kissed him. When she pulled away, his burning green eyes turned something in her that was thrilling and when he came in to kiss her again, she was surpised when it was a little rougher, but there was a need to it she responded to quickly.

She let out a eep when his tongue brished her lips. She had not expected it.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go too far," he told her. His eyes were still intense and a pleasant feeling crept over her body.

Daphne shook he head. "I was just surprised. Could you show me again," she asked. very much wanting his lips on hers again. Harry smirked before kissing her again. When his tongue ghosted her lips, she felt a pull like she never had before.

After a little bit, she pulled back, not realizing she had moved to press her body against his, of the fact his arms were holding her close. She smiled at him. "Father said you already had the betrothal made up?"

"I didn't want there to be anything improprietous about this," he told her.

"No, nothing scandalous about a young Scion dragging a young woman off," she told him, feeling lighter and happier than she ever had. "Can we go tell mother and father?" Daphne was excited to tell the world, but her parents and siblings would be a good start.

"I rather think we should. I was hoping to announce this tonight, if you don't mind?"

It took all her willpower not to jump like a little school girl, or throw herself at him and find out what kissing could really be like... "I don't mind. I really don't mind," she said, taking his arm rather possessively.

He chuckled. "Do you still want your dance card," he asked her.

"Merlin, no!" she exclaimed, reaching for her right hand and ripping it off. "You still owe me another dance."

"Yes, my lady," he teased and stopped.

"And you better not forget that." She gave him a a mock glare, but the smile that refused to go back under mask showed she didn't mean it.

He stopped at the corner. "Daph, I really do love you."

Her heart felt like it was melting. "I love you too, Harry."

When they entered the hall, she noticed quiet a few looking at her and Harry. Hermione was waiting by the stage and looked at them. When she glanced at Hermione, there was a question on her face. Daphne gave a nod and Hermione came over to them. "I hope we can get along as well as we have being study partners," Hermione said to her.

"I hope we can be better than study partners," Daphne responded. She knew this was the young woman she would be sharing with Harry. She already had been.

Daphne felt surprised when Hermione suddenly hugged her. "I want this to work," Hermione whispered into her ear.

"I do to," Daphne whispered back.

"I hid my ring until it is announced later. Lord Potter recommended it."

Daphne blinked. She didn't want to hid the fact that Harry had asked her, but Lord Potter had a good point. It would be best to hide keep the speculation at just that, speculation. Though, with her card missing, she doubted it would last long.

When Hermione let her go, Daphne was pleased to see Harry was still with them. Her family and the Potters, all of them, were also making there way over. She also saw Lord Black, with is beautiful wife. She was tall. Almost taller than Lord Black, with platinum blonde hair, almost translucent blue eyes and obviously of some veela heritage. Their thirteen year old daughter, Alula, was just as striking as her mother, just starting to come into her beauty. Orion Black, the scion of House Black, was ten and looked like a spitting image of his father.

Hermione moved to Harry's side and he extended an arm for her to take the other.

"I take it you they both said yes, pup," the man asked, wagging his eyebrows.

"Ask them yourself," Harry said, sounding proud of himself. She supposed he should. Hermione was very attractive and she knew she was too.

Her father came over and Harry to let him go to shake his hand. Her mother hugged her.

"I am so happy for you, my little swan," her mother said, sounding tearful. The joy in her threatened to overflow with her mother's tears.

"Thank you," she replied.

When her mother stepped back, Lady Potter hugged her. "Welcome to the family, Daphne."

"Thank you, Lady Potter."

"None of that," the auburn hair woman said pulling back. "It is Lily or mum. I don't care which."

Daphne had a genuinely happy smile. "Lily."

When she ws let go, Lord Potter was there and he she was surprised to have him pull her into a hug too. "I gain two more daughters. Calla won't be the minority anymore."

Daphne giggled at that. She had always liked Harry's parents. "Thank you, Lord Potter."

The man let her go. "Pah. Lord Potter! It's James or dad."

"I always liked prat," Lord Black shot in.

"Bloody..."

"James," Lily said with an eye at her husband. "There are still little ears hear."

Calla giggled. "I've heard far worse."

"What was he going to call you dad," the youngest Black asked.

"Never you mind, Orion. Lily, do you need help organizing the champagne?" Lady Black asked.

"Oh, you are right," Lily responded.

"You stay here. What is your Head Elf's name again? I can organize it while you spend time with these three."

"Tiff," Lord Black said and walked away.

She didn't miss Harry eyeing his Uncle. Next, she noticed Astoria and Edmund hanging back a little bit. Astoria looked a little flush as Edmund held her hand. She raised an eye at her sister, who looked back defiantly. They both had two more years.

"Can I see the rings," her mother asked.

Daphne was was very happy to hold out her hand. Her mothers eyes went wide while Lily nodded appreciatively and Lady Black gave a soft whistle.

"I will say this, my son learned one good thing from his father," Lily commented.

"Is that a yellow diamond," her mother asked.

"You should see the pink diamond Harry got for Hermione."

Hermione tapped her finger with her wand and looked pleased as the other women looked at it. Hermione's hand was dragged near hers. "You had these made for each of them," Lady Black asked.

"Yes, Aunt Tiffany. None of the old engagement rings in our vaults seemed to match these two," Harry said. She gave him a radiant smile. Hermione looked abashed.

"As much trouble as our husbands cause, I do have to say you learned well on how to impress your future brides."

Hermione moved to kiss Harry on the cheek. Not to be outdone, Daphne did too.

"Anders, are you alright if announce the union of our Houses?"

"I would think that appropriate. Scion Potter-Peverell, I expect you to take good care of my daughter," her father said in a sever voice before smiling. "Welcome to the family, son. You as well, Ms. Granger. You are as welcome as Harry."

Daphne beamed at her father. Hermione would be family. As the future Lady Potter, it was Daphne's duty to ensure her family, including Hermione, would be taken care of. She knew the Potters already regarded the other girl as family, and she could see how Harry smiled at the comment from her father.

"Thank you, Lord Greengrass."

"Anders or father when with family."

Lord Black came back with a smirk on his face. His wife narrowed in on the man's look the second he stepped back into the group. "What did you do," Lady Black asked.

The man took on an innocent look. "I would do nothing to be by nephew and future nieces. Why would you even suggest it?"

All three Ladies turned to Lord Black. "If you and my husband do any thing to these three, I swear you will regret it," Lily told them. Her voice was icy and full of danger. Daphne felt a shiver go through her. She had only heard that tone twice before, and it had been from Harry. Once when he had defended her against his best mate Ronald Weasley when he said some disparaging remarks about her, and the other time when he had dressed down a few upper years in their fourth year. She thought he was going to hex from Sunday and back. He had saved the small blonde third year and when he had marched off to Professor Flitwick, sparks had almost flown from his eyes. Since then, rather to her surprise, and probably because fo the time she spent with Harry and his friends, Luna Lovegood had become a good friend.

Lord Black winced at Lily's threat and he held up his hands. "It is nothing bad, I promise."

James stood back, as though trying to melt into the back ground. It didn't save him. "And you," she said narrowing her eyes. "What do you have planned?"

"Nothing bad, Lils," James responded.

Hermione leaned into Harry. "Should we be worried," she asked.

"Nah. I think it will alright."

There was something in his tone that made her look to Harry. She knew that tone. Hermione's eyes had narrowed at their betrothed. "Harry James Potter, what did you do?" Her voice was low, full of promised anger and made Daphne smile. She knew Hermione had helped to reign in Harry, but she hadn't realized how much.

He shifted. "Uhm," he started.

Daphne, winking at Hermione, choose a different tack. She moved to his side. "Harry," she said in a very sweet voice. Hermione gave her an inquisitive look. Harry had no idea what he was going be getting into. He swallowed and looked at her. "Yeah, Daph?"

She didn't see some of the others looking at her. She had seen her mother use similar methods on her father. She wasn't a firery person like Lily, but she know how to get her way and had taught her daughters. She went onto her toes, close to his ear. Her voice was soft, pouty and she hoped a little sensual. "You wouldn't want to disappoint Hermione and I? It would be very disappointing if you were make this night memorable for other reasons."

Hermione's ire actually became rather contemplative.

Harry swallowed. She could practically hear him swearing in his head, knowing him as well as she did.

"It would be nice to have good memories of this night," Hermione echoed, moving in like Daphne.

Harry looked to his father. "Dad," he pleaded.

His father and Lord Black started to laugh uproariously. Lily shook her head, a smirk on her face, while Lady Black and her mother looked rather approvingly at them. Astoria and Edmund sniggered while Calla and the others looked like they didn't understand what just happened.

"Bloody hell," Harry let out. "It's not bad, I swear."

She kissed him on the cheek. "Good boy," she said softly.

"Are you ready to announce this?"

"Is this the way it's going to be," Harry grumbled.

"It was your choice," Hermione said, giving him a peck before straightening out. Not to be outdone, Daphne pecked him too. "Maybe two of us can finally reign you in."

"Good luck with that. You will need to reign in my husband and that one too," Lily commented.

"Just wait until Uncle Remus gets back," Harry commented.

Lily rolled her eyes. "That's the one you really need to watch for."

"Why," Daphne asked.

"Mr. Lupin was the one that kept them from being found most of the time. He's the one that really taught Harry," Hermione told her.

Harry gave his trademark 'up-to-no-good' smirk. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"No, he wasn't the brains behind the Mauraders at all," Lily commented dryly.

Daphne looked to the woman she would sharing Harry with. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry. She knew Mr. Lupin had been around often, and had liked him the three years he had been their Defense Professor, but she hadn't realized he was part of it... unless.

"Are you saying Professor Remus has been helping you," Daphne asked, thinking of some of the big pranks the last few years. She had been so irate at the Weasley twins when the entire Slytherins House hair was green for days after their last loss to Hufflepuff last year.

Harry eyed her, looking a little guilty. "You, Astoria and Tracey weren't supposed to be at the table that morning," Harry told her, as though he knew what was on her mind. The damned prat had always been able to do that with her.

She was about to hit him when her mother came to her side. "Act the proper Lady, for now," she told her daughter. The look of apprehension on her betrothed face was satisfaction enough for now, but he was going to get it. Astoria had cried for hours when they couldn't cancel the spell and had to let it wear off, washing out in the shower one morning.

Hermione just commented, "I knew it. I told you that was a bad idea."

Harry looked sour before his mother came up and put a hand on his cheek. "I am not saving you any more. Ladies, good luck."

Harry looked to her and then Hermione. "Daph, I didn't mean to get you."

She held her head up high and sniffed. "We will talk of this later. For now, you are going to escort your betrothes, act the gentlemen and if you do anything to embarrass either of us, I will ensure you pay for it."

"Yes, dear," he said, a small smirk on his face that dropped almost immediately at the look she was giving him. Like a proper gentleman, he held out an arm to each of them. She took up his left, the position for the Lady of the Liege line. She hoped Hermione wasn't offended. She was still surprised herself.

Her counterpart, though, looked just as pleased as Daphne felt. That was a good sign to start this relationship off with.

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A/N: I hope you have enjoyed this so far. One more chapter for the first ball of the season. No clue if they will stay at 11K+ per chapter, but a good chance they will.

Next Chapter: Scion Longbottom and Heiress Bones.

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Chapter 3

June 23, 1997

Godric's Hall, Godric's Hollow, England

-o-

Neville Longbottom

"Neville, are you ready yet?" his mum yelled up the stairs of his Gran's London townhouse. With Gran being at the Wizengamot as much as she was, she had decided about a decade back to move out of Longmarche in Trygil in the north of England. Personally, Neville knew Gran and mum didn't get along at times, but he would never bring that up.

Neville rolled his eyes at his mum. He had been waiting for his Gran, and didn't dare yell back. The last thing he wanted was to raise the ire of the woman with a vulture on her head. "Evening, Gran," Neville greeted, holding out his arm.

"Evening, Neville. I'm glad you dressed appropriately," the woman responded. It was the best he could expect from her for a compliment most days.

"Yes, Gran. Are you ready?"

His Gran took his arm and allowed him to lead her down the stairs. His mother and father were in the entry hall, waiting for them. His mum put her hands to her mouth. "You look so handsome. Hannah is going to like it," she told him.

"Hannah? You don't mean that Abbot girl," his Gran commented.

"Yes, mother. I will warn you now. If you do anything to interfere with whomever Neville chooses, I will disown you," his father threatened.

His Gran just waved her son off. "Neville is to marry an appropriate woman for his status."

"I will choose whom I want and if she will have me," Neville spoke up for himself. His father nodded his approval.

The old woman looked up at him. "You aren't old enough yet I can't use my cane on you."

Neville just barely caught himself from rolling his eyes.

"Did you want to make your announcement tonight," his father asked.

"I would rather not steal Harry's thunder."

His Gran narrow her eyes at him, and then looked at her son. "What announcement? You haven't cleared any special announcement with me. And what is happening at the Potter's Ball?"

"I do not need to clear announcements through you, mother. You forget father stepped down more than twenty years ago and made me Lord," his father said in annoyance.

The man was tall, like Neville, with blonde hair and dark blue eyes. It was going white in places, being twelve years older than his mother. She was a darker blonde than his father, not as tall, with a healthy build for her age and very light blue eyes. Neville's blue eyes were between them. His Gran had eyes like his father.

His mum came over to fuss over his lapel as his Gran let go of his arm. After Gran walked over to his father, his mum shook her head and muttered, "One of these days the old vulture will realize she is not in-charge of the family anymore."

"I don't know why we need to keep it secret from Gran that I am going to revive the Sayre House," Neville told her as the other two drifted towards the fireplace in the main sitting room.

"Because your father is trying to make a point. And it drives your grandmother spare not to know things," his mum said with a smile.

Neville smiled back before schooling his face again. "You are sure Hannah agreed to the dances?"

"Yes, for the tenth time today. You also have a dance with both of the Patil twins, Igraine Ross and Lavender Brown."

"Igrain Ross?" Neville asked.

"The youngest niece of Professor McGonagall. She is two years your elder, but she is quiet attractive, a very nice and refined young lady, as skilled as her Aunt was at the same age in transfiguration, and looking for a good match. If you want a second dance, I am sure I can arrange it."

"I should only have one dance left," Neville told her as his mum stopped her fussing and took Neville's arm.

"I have arranged it for you to have that dance with Igraine if you want."

He looked at her. "Why do you like her so much? I don't even know her."

"I had a few teas with her mother, Minerva and Igraine since Christmas. She seems a very nice person."

Neville looked at her. "Is dad looking for an alliance?" His decision to take on two wives was not to just find a wife to fulfill that obligation. If, by chance, he didn't, then he would reconsider sitting the seat, or wait until next year to take on a second wife. Harry and him really wanted to change things, but Harry woud understand. As much as they both wanted the extra votes after talking with their fathers, Neville just wouldn't settle for anything but a relation where he could love both woman he would be with. Neville also wanted a choice. He didn't want the Commission assigning him a wife.

"No. You know he would never do that," she told him.

"Gran would," Neville pointed out.

"Yes. The old Vulture would do about anything to gain more power in the Wizengamot," his mother commented before they entered the sitting room. His Gran and father were still arguing. "I just think you should get to know her. She is also scared of what might happen. Igraine turns twenty in December and without a betrothal to be married by next summer, you know what will happen."

Neville sighed. He knew his mum would not try to lead him wrong. This girl must have made an impression so Neville would be kind and get to know her. "Would her parents be amenable to a private conversation, instead of a dance?"

"I am sure that can be arranged. Now, just remember, you do not need to make any hasty decisions or jump into anything. You have three more years," she told him.

He nodded. "I won't steal Harry's show tonight, but I won't wait on Hannah," he told her.

"I still am not sure the Abbots are quite the proper type of girl...," his Gran tried to insert herself into the conversation with is mother.

"Mother, this is Neville's decision. Just because Lord Abbot doesn't worship the ground you walk on, doesn't mean his daughter is not a nice girl," his father put his foot down.

His Gran gave her son a disgruntled look. "Your father would not have approved of you talking to me this way."

"Father would never have restricted Neville. This law is abhorrent enough. Neville, and whomever he chooses, will have the choice. It is why none of them are allowed to enter into any contract, or even really date, until they come of age. So they have the choice, not us. Now, please be on your best behavior about this. Your grandson needs our support. Oh, and if you really want to know Neville's big secret, he wants to revive the Sayre's, meaning he will be looking for two wives, instead of waiting until the damned board you are on to decide if he needs another," his father said angrily.

His gran looked taken aback for a moment. Lord Longbottom didn't wait to grab a pinch of floo powder and to throw it into the fireplace. "Godric's Hall!"

Neville knew his father supported him in this decision, but it didn't mean he wasn't angry about it. Not because of Neville, but because of the Laws. Both his parents had told him they would prefer his decision on this be because he wanted to, not because his hand was forced to try to repeal the laws. He just hoped what Harry and him had decided on would work. The Sayres only brought one vote, being only a recognized House on the Wizengamot due to its Order of Merlin, First class, but it was still another vote.

"You are going to revive the Sayres?" his Gran asked him.

"Hopefully. I would prefer to have a choice instead of having it shoved on me, Gran," he replied, a little anger in his own tone. If Gran had voted to repeal the bill two years ago, Neville was sure his father would have been right and a few more would have voted for repeal it as well. If it had been repealed, he wouldn't have to go through this. Instead, she was so steeped in tradition, she couldn't see the issue with forcing people to marry to grow the magical population.

Someday, when she died, Neville could potentially have a third House with two votes. Dad was sitting the Longbottom seat, Gran was sitting her maiden House, the Grenwells, and soon Neville could be sitting the Sayre seat, until his father decided to retire.

He moved past Gran and soon was stepping out of one of two fireplaces in main atrium of Godric's Hall. His father was already cleaning the soot off and tuned to Neville to help as his mum came through behind him. "Just over a month," Neville grumbled as his father helped him.

"I know, Nev. Alice, let me help you," his father offered his mum.

There was already a long line waiting to greet the Potters and their sponsored gentlemen and debutante. Very few families would sponsor more than two, let alone three. His parents had decided not to sponsor anyone this year, though most years they had. This year it was just about their son. Plus, there wasn't any extra calls for sponsors needed.

Gran lined up behind them looking a little sour at his father and thoughtful at him. That was always a sign she was up to something. He leaned into his father. "Can you keep Gran away from Hannah?" he asked.

"Just stick with your mum tonight. I'll keep my mother distracted."

"Thanks, dad," he replied.

"This night is about you and the others tonight. I hate this law, but we need to play the game right now, Neville. Enjoy yourself. If you decide you really want to ask Hannah, that is your decision."

Neville nodded to this father.

As they made it to Lord Potter, his parents made the pleasantries before the two men clasped arms. Neville bowed to Lord Potter and moved to Harry and raised an eyebrow at Hermione as she talked to young man Neville thought he recognized from Ravenclaw a year or two ago. Harry was giving the boy a glare. "Scion Potter," Neville greeted.

"If that burke doesn't get away from her," Harry muttered.

The older teen looked to Harry as though he had heard it. Neville, seeing that Harry was about to get a little protective of the very attractive brunette, turned his attention to Hermione. "Miss Granger, it is pleasant to see you tonight," he said, taking her hand and causing her to look his way. The 'burke' looked put out, but didn't put up a fuss. It was uncoothe to do so.

Neville brushed his lips over Hermione's hand. Hermione curtsied. "Scion Longbottom, it is a pleasure to see you," she said, sounding relieved.

"I owe you one," Harry said lowly.

Hermione looked grateful as well. "Thank you," she whispered.

Neville stood up and chuckled. "I owed Harry one. You look beautiful tonight, Hermione."

Hermione had a small smile. "So I have heard. Hannah was looking quite fetching when she came through a few minutes ago," Hermione told him.

Neville smiled. "I look forward to seeing her. If you find you need saving again, I am sure I can clear a spot for you."

"I may ask you to do that," Harry told him.

Hermione turned a critical eye to Harry. "I thought the debutante could decide who she wants to dance with?"

Neville kept his laugh in to see Harry shift a little. His mate was good as digging holes at times. "I would never presume," Harry tried to soothe her.

"If you need, it would be an honor," Neville told her bowing again. "I think I should move now, mum and dad are already past your mum."

"Thank you, Neville. We will see you inside."

He nodded, said his hellos to Ed and Calla and then bowed to Lady Potter. "Scion Longbottom, you are very handsome tonight."

"Thank you, Lady Potter," Neville replied.

"Your mother said you may like some private space tonight. You should know where you can get it," she said with a small uptick to her mouth. He had spent many days and nights in this manor over the years, as had Harry at Longmarche.

"Thank you, Lady Potter. I promise to be on my best behavior."

She swiped her hand. "Neville, you know we trust you. Now, go have some fun. Hannah looked particularly fetching."

He smiled. "So I have been told. I will see inside the room, Lady Potter."

She nodded and he moved to Seamus and Ron. Ron looked relatively comfortable, Seamus looked ready to crawl out of his. Neville bowed. Ron matched him. Seamus just stuck out his hand. "Do we need to do that with friends?"

Lady Potter leaned towards them. "Mr. Finnigan, it is polite. Then you can shake hands."

"Yes, Lady Potter," Seamus said, looking like he had upset her.

She just chuckled. "I'll tell you about the time I hugged Lady Greengrass at my first function later."

Ron sniggered and Seamus didn't look quiet as embarassed. Neville hid his chuckle and then took Seamus arm. "We'll get you trained yet," Neville teased.

"How come you get away with it," Seamus asked.

"He bowed and did the proper thing. He's also a Scion of an Ancient and Noble House. Gives him a little more leeway," Ron uttered.

"Oh," Seamus responded.

Neville heard someone giggle behind him and saw a very attractive raven hair girl. She looked older than them, but Neville didn't miss her dancing hazel eyes. She was a little tall, with an almond face and long neck. Neville couldn't remember meeting her before and thought he might ask for a dance. "Don't you already have someone you fancy," Ron asked.

"She's a beaut'," Seamus said. "Think she would give me a dance?"

"Only after I get one," Ron said.

"Who is she," Neville asked.

"Igraine Ross," Lady Potter said before the girl started to move towards Ed and Calla.

"Nev, get lost," Seamus whispered urgently.

He turned to his friends. "Sure. I already have a dance or two with her," her smirked. He hoped she was as nice as she looked. He knew it was shallow of him, but she was very attractive.

"Burke," Ron muttered.

He laughed at them and walked away, knowing he would meet the attractive raven-hair young woman soon. Right now, he needed to find Hannah, and then his parents, he supposed.

His parents were waiting right inside the door for him. It was traditional for families to stay together until the opening speech. He fell in-between his mother and father. His Gran was already off socializing, which was probably for the better.

"Neville, before you go find Hannah, I think I saw the Rosses behind us," his mother said.

His father gave his mother a questioning look. From the look, Neville figured his father didn't know her intentions yet. They waited a moment. He watched Igraine accept a dance from both his friends and then lean over to a woman that was just as tall as the raven-haired girl. Neville had to admit he liked the pale blue dress with satin just below her bodice. He had a fleeting thought that Professor McGonagall must have been very attractive when younger to look at her neice.

He quickly cringed at the thought and had schooled his face by the time she looked there way as she walked into the hall with her parents. Neville straightened a little more. Her eyes took him in. He felt nervous for a moment before she seemed to like what she saw.

"Alice," the woman with her said with a broad smile. "It is so nice to see you. Frank, its been a few months," the woman greeted, extending her had hand to his father.

"It's always a pleasure, Gertrude," he said taking her hand and kissing it. "You didn't accept the last two dinner parties we invited you to. Robert." His father clasps arms with the older man, who looked closer to McGonagall's age.

"We are sorry about that, but Gertrude has bee rather taken with our latest grandchild and has volunteered to watch him and his brothers often," the man replied.

"Richard's kids?"

Neville hadn't taken his eyes off of Igraine's. Until now, it had only been Hannah's eyes that had caught him so off guard. The mothers looked at them and he he got a small nudge from his mother. "Perhaps you should introduce yourself," she told him.

Neville fought to keep a little heat come to his face.

"Please excuse me. Scion Neville Longbottom, Mr. Ross and Mrs. Ross," Neville said bowing to them.

Mr. Ross inclined his head. "Scion Longbottom, may I introduce my youngest daughter, Miss Igraine Ross."

Neville bowed to her and when she extended her hand, he kissed the back of it. "It is a pleasure, Ms. Ross."

"Is it true you have found a way to grow Andean wort root here in England, Scion Longbottom?" Igraine asked.

Her mother's smile faded some. Neville didn't mind though. He hated playing games. "It is. I have quite the greenhouses at Longmarche that my mother and I work in."

She looked a little impressed. "Do you need to use any type of stasis charms or would a typical nutrient potion work? I would figure if it was that simple, someone would have found a way to grow them outside their native region."

Neville had a small smile come onto his face. Where Hannah was going to be a whiz at arithmancy and business and estate management, this girl had already impressed him with some of her base knowledge.

"Actually, it has to do more with the type of fertilizer and water drainage. The vipertooth's like to eat the flowers and fertilize the roots. The soil actually has some magical properties, mostly from the dark dust veins that usually run under the root."

She looked intrigued. Maybe only Hermione, Professor Sprout, his mother and a few others would typically care so much. "Really? I never knew that. How did you find this out?"

"Mum and I went on a month long trip to Peru last summer. I was hoping to go this year, but," he said indication where they were, "I am prevented."

"Indeed," she commented. It sounded so much like his Professor he was surprised he didn't cringe. Instead, he had a small smirk on his face. "That would be quite an expedition. I hear the ancient American's in the area had quite a unique system to harness magic and were quite advanced in transfiguration."

"It was neat to see the old pyramids and read the scrolls. I have to admit I was more interested in the plants and their properties though," he told her, hoping she would understand.

"Quite understandable with the love of Herbology Lady Longbottom has said you have."

Neville had never been so taken with someone so quickly. Her eyes seemed to dance as they talked. "If you want, I could invite you to Longmarche this week. You can go through my notes, and I'm sure my mum wouldn't mind to share hers, and see if there is anything that interestst you, Ms. Ross."

She smiled and Neville mirrored it. "That would be brilliant..." she said excitedly before trying to look more demure. "That would be very enjoyable, Scion Longbottom."

"Just call me Neville," he replied.

"Igraine then, Neville."

He didn't miss the smirks from their mothers, the surprise on his father's face and the impressed face of Mr. Ross, who leaned into his wife. "Usually they are running by now," he whispered.

"You know she likes to talk shop and has done a lot of studying in Herbology the last few months," she commented.

"Where does she find the time with doing her Mastery?"

"Hush."

Neville was happily talking with Igraine, who seemed very interested in his best subject when someone else approached.

"Evening, Neville," a girl said.

"Excuse me, Igraine," he said and turned to the familiar voice. His eyes grew wide and swallowed. Hannah looked even more stunning that usually. Her golden blonde hair was done up in a bun with a few locks framing her face. The dark yellow dress was cut just a little lower than he had ever seen on her. A diamond sparkled just above the cleft he could see and her eyes were bright.

"Merlin," he said under his breath.

Hannah smiled and blushed a little under his stare. Her father chuckled as he stepped up behind them. "Evening Frank and Alice," her father said as the old friends met. Hannah's father was older like his and had gone to Hogwarts at the same time.

"Are you going to introduce me to your friend, Neville?"

Hannah's eyes rose a bit and Neville swallowed. Hannah knew he had been talking about taking on his second lordship. "I am sorry for being so rude. Ms. Hannah Abbot, can I introduce Ms. Igraine Ross. Ms. Igraine Ross, this is Hannah Abbot."

The two girls curtsied to each other. Hannah's eyes were a little narrowed. Igraine didn't seem to notice. Instead she went on. "Very nice to meet you, Ms. Abbot. Are you the one Neville will ask to be Lady Longbottom? Mother and Lady Longbottom have told me Neville inten..."

"That is enough for the moment, Igraine," Mrs. Ross cut in and taking her daughters arm.

Igraine looked like she couldn't understand. Hannah and Neville both blushed some.

"Scion Longbottom, I am sure Igraine will like to dance with you later," Mrs. Ross said, looking a little embarrassed as his father was trying to hide a laugh.

"I will look forward to it," Neville said, trying to fight his blush down. He was starting to understand why she may not have found a beau yet, but Neville had to admit he was intrigued by her, and she was attractive. "I believe I have an empty dance for the fourth dance as well, if I have it available."

Igraine gave him a big smile and her mother looked at his wide eyed. "Brilliant," she said, extending her arm. Hannah moved in and took his free arm as he took his arm. "I will see you for the third dance?"

"It would be a pleasure, Igraine."

The girl wandered away and Hannah cleared her throat. He swallowed and turned to see the beautiful blonde. "Hi, Hannah. How has your night been," he asked, trying to pretend the look she was giving him wasn't bothering him.

"I am unsure yet. You have decided to take on your other House?"

Neville felt his face grow warmer. "Uhm, well, I was going to tell you tonight," he stammered out.

"And who is Igraine Ross?"

"Professor McGonagall's niece. I just met her," her told her. He wasn't even paying attention to their parents, where were eyeing them, both men sniggering with each other to watch Neville squirm.

"Yet you have two dances with her already?"

"Ah, that makes three," Neville said, praying she wouldn't hit him.

Her eyebrows rose up her forehead. "Three?"

"Mum organized two. I thought three might allow me to get to know her. I was actually thinking of using one of those dances to talk with her a little more." He sounded unsure of himself.

"I see." Hannah was frowning.

Neville was feeling like he was caught in an impossible situation. Merlin, he had liked Hannah for two years now. They had shared a few kisses and some alone times in Hogwarts. It never got heated or anything, but she knew how he felt about her.

On the other hand, he had no illusions that he would be picked to take a second wife. He didn't think there was a Scion in the last five or six years that had not been forced to do so.

"Hannah, you know how much I like you," he said quietly, pulling her to the side.

She nodded. He knew this was going to be difficult. "We have to dance the first two dances, and I would like to have those dances with Igraine. After that, why don't we find somewhere to talk?"

He put a hand up to her face and she leaned her cheek into it. "Neville," Hannah said in a low voice.

"Yeah, Hannah," he said.

"Do you really plan on taking up the Sayre's seat again," she asked.

He took in a deep breath and let it out. "Yes," he told her frankly, never really wanting to hide anything from her. "I know you've heard Harry and I. We want to end these laws so this can stop."

Her dark eyes met his. Neville felt the familiar flutterings in his gut every time she did that. "You think you'll be assigned a second wife if you don't do this, don't you?"

He let out a sigh. "Can we talk about this where others can't hear?" As the look she gave him, he let out another breathe. "Yes. I know Gran. She is on the board and wouldn't hesitate if it meant more magical children."

Hannah brown eyes regarded him for a long moment. She then looked around an pecked him quickly before moving away. "I have the first dance with you," she told him.

He smiled at her and watched her go off with her parents before closing his eyes. He wanted to rub his face, but that wasn't proper. His mother came over. "Neville, are you alright?"

"I was hoping to tell Hannah in a better way," he responded.

"I should have warned you that Igraine can be very, ah, forthcoming," she tried to sooth him.

Neville gave a nervous chuckle. "I noticed."

There was a silent moment between them as people mingled and the hall was full of noise. "What did you think of Igraine?"

He smirked. "She's really cute."

His mothers chin dropped and she looked at him through her eyebrows, not looking impressed. "Tell me that was not all you felt."

"I'm not sure what I feel. I only talked to her for a few minutes," he replied.

She looked at him for a few minutes. "You don't have to do this, Neville."

"Is the damned law going to be repealed? It is fair to Igraine if we do find a common ground and I can keep her from being forced on someone? Am I being fair to Hannah?"

She gave him a caring look only a mother could to her son that was confused and hurt. "No, I don't think the law will be overturned before December. None of this is fair to any of you and I think Hannah just needs you to be open with her. Now, come stand with your father, Gran and I. The Potters will be entering soon."

He nodded. "I asked Igraine for a third dance."

"I hope you enjoy it," she said as he extended his arm for her and she took it.

-o-

Hannah Abbot

Neville was not to far away from her. His back was to her at the moment. Looking at him, it was unmistakable the almost seventeen year old boy was handsome. He had broad shoulders and perfectly kept blond hair. His physique spoke of muscle, not the slightly pudgy boy he had been a few years ago. His best mate, Harry Potter, had a lot to do with his change over the last six years.

It didn't hurt that she knew he was muscular and trim. Swimming in the jungle pool they had found last year had shown her that. He had only put on more bulk since then.

Her attraction for him was far beyond physical, but it didn't hurt he was so attractive.

Hannah had never thought she would be the jealous type. She had liked Neville for a long time. She knew he liked her, but she never thought she would hold to his standards when the time came, because her family was not as high up the peerage as the Longbottoms.

Seeing Neville talking with the tall, raven-hair woman something inside her reared up. Something she never felt before. Neville had many friends, many who were girls, and a few he hung out with as much as he did her.

Hermione, Parvati and Lavender was all good friends with Neville. But even though she had seen Lavender and Parvati making eyes at Neville, who seemed blissfully unaware of it, she had never seen Neville light up like he was to that new girl, except for her.

Seeing him talk so freely, and look so animated while he talked, Hannah felt jealous. She felt envious.

Neville and her had always gotten along. She wasn't a fan of Herbology like him, but she shared his enthusiasm for Quidditch, the outdoors and camping. It had been fun to spend two weeks with him and his mother last year. They had stayed three more weeks after she had left, but she still wanted to do it again.

Hannah had also been taught how to run a manor and had learned from her mother how to run a business from home. She wanted to own her own business someday, but it may have to wait until she gives Neville the children required by the law.

She could be patient, but she worried so much that she was not good enough for Neville, and now she was be vying for his attention from another woman.

Hannah only wished she knew what they were talking about to make Neville so pleased.

"Mum, I want to say hi to Neville," she told her mother.

"Like we could stop you," her father said.

She tried not to flush. As they got close, she heard Neville talking about going to Peru and was going to make a comment about how she had gone with her family and him until the girl, pretty much a woman, blurted out what she did.

"...Neville will ask you to be Lady Longbottom?"

Hannah's heart thudded in her chest. She just stood there, looking at this striking young woman with wide hips, a good bust, bright hazel eyes... and she just said Neville was going to ask her, Hannah Abbot, to be Lady Longbottom.

She was so stunned that it wasn't until Neville turned back to her mind caught up with what was going on. At some she had taken Neville's arm. Had she cleared her throat.

"Hi, Hannah."

HI HANNAH! She wanted to scream. A voice in her said Neville needed to do this, but she didn't want to share him. Not now that she had waited so long to get him. She knew she made some snippy remarks to him, but having him confirm his Gran would make him take a second wife finally brought her around.

She didn't like it.

She wasn't even sure if she would have to like the other woman.

One thing she could do was claim him first, so she looked around quickly. It didn't seem like anyone was looking... well, most weren't. She saw a few, including Igraine Ross. If the green monster she was feeling hadn't roared its approval, she never would have pecked Neville. Something was satisfying to see the small smirk on his face.

It didn't seem to perturb her new competition, who just looked on as if the scene was totally normal. As Hannah walked away, incredibly pleased she would get the first dance, the last dance and two others, she felt a little better.

Her mother took her fathers arm and Hannah walked beside them so they could greet a few others before the festivities started.

"Are you going to be alright," her mother asked.

"Peachy," she responded.

"I know that tone, angel. What is the matter?" her father asked, stopping and moving so they were in a tight knit group.

"Nothing," she told her father.

Her mother put a hand on her arm. "Hannah, did Neville talk to you about this, or did you only over hear Harry and Neville?"

She took in a deep breath and let it out. "He talked with me," she said a little sadly.

"You just didn't believe it until you overheard them on the express, am I correct."

Hannah shook her head, looking down and fighting off tears. "Ashley, what I am missing here?"

"Neville is going to reclaim House Sayre," she told her father.

Her mum rubbed her arm. "Hannah, you know the law. You know Neville probably has a good reason."

"Harry and him want to get others together and make a voting block big enough to overturn the laws. Neville also thinks he will be forced to take a second bride by the Proliferation Board."

"That is still three years out," her father commented.

"Neville wants to be able to control it his way though?" her mum put to her.

Hannah gave a small smile. "It's part of why I love him."

Her father's eyes widened. "When did this all happen?"

"I'll fill you in on the details later, Phil. Hannah, I asked you earlier are you willing to accept being with Neville if he takes a second wife?"

She finally looked up. Her mother's light brown eyes looking into hers. As she though about it, and realized it would be far worse not to be with Neville, the green-eyed monster lay to rest.

"You know how he feels about you," her mum encouraged.

"Why should my daughter have to go through this because of some old stodgy bastards in London?"

Hannah felt the sting in her eyes that she fought down. "Phil, now is not the time. Hannah, I never want to say this to you, but you need to decide if you are willing to be with Neville."

There was a stir behind them and she turned to see the Potters entering the room. The tall Lord Potter, Harry and his younger brother was almost as tall as them, cut through the crowd.

Hannah scanned the crowd for Neville and saw him and his family moving towards them. She felt the monster stir in her, as did the butterflies that had plagued her for the better part of the last four months since he had asked her to go to Hogsmeade in February.

Yes, Hannah was in love with him. She tried to stuff her jealousy down. What he was trying to do was was brave and honorable, in his own way. If this could lead to their children not having to go through this, then she could make a sacrifice for him.

"Will you and dad accept a betrothal when Neville asks?"

"We aren't the ones that need to accept it, angel."

Neville came up next to her as Lord Potter started to talk. "Are you alright," he asked.

She reached over and took his hand. "I will be." The butterflies went wild as he smiled at her. It was the one he used for her.

When it was done and he walked her out to the floor for the first dance, she curtsied as she was supposed to. His larger hands took her and made her feel small. She knew she wasn't a small girl, but his was a big guy, without any extra fat on him. His blue eyes bet hers and she felt lost in them.

If anyone, even Susan, asked later, she really didn't remember that first dance. She would always remember his hands on her her. The way he looked at her that always made her feel as though she was the most important thing in his wall. It was in that dance that she realized she would be. All the talks, all the times they had found places to go through, and the angry rant or two Neville had given about everything, she realized that he wanted her.

She was going to have to share him though. He was too good a man to not love whatever other woman came into this. It would be in a different way than she would love him, but he would. It wouldn't be fair for Neville or whomever this other woman would be to be anything less.

When the dance ended, he bowed and brought her hand to his mouth. Her breath hitched as though he had just tried to snog her. "If you would please save those dances," Neville asked.

"You never have to ask," she told him as he straightened up. "I want to meet her, if you decide you want to get to know her."

Neville met her eyes. "I'm sorry I have to do this," Neville said.

"I know, Nev, but it is the best we can do. Now go dance with your next girl," she told him, pulling away. For now, tradition demanded this.

"I will come back."

"I will be waiting," she replied.

-oOo-

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Harry Potter: Bridgerton

1.General notes

a.Based on a Socialite way of finding partners similar to Bridgerton (1890 London) but in modern-day (1990's)

i.Many muggleborn find the system backwards, but due to circumstances, they are offered the opportunity to enter into the magical world (male and females) through social lessons.

ii.Ministry and many other jobs only allow advancement if one follows the ways

iii.Still Blood Supremicists, but they are but they are becoming rare.

iv.The Potters, Longbottoms and others are leading the way in reforming the wizarding world, but the Marriage laws still reign supreme

v.Due to the Magical Proliferation laws, old customs from the 1890's are popular again.

b.Inheritance is primogeniture to the first born son

i.A daughter is heiress with no sons

ii.Extra titles pass down to the next son

iii.Should a family have no son, all title pass to the daughter, but only her sons can take up other titles.

c.Wizarding Population

i.The Blood Wars saw many scion, and in general, more wizards and witches die. It was run more like older wars, men were out front, with few woman participating.

ii.The scales of magic seem to have shifted (there is a common history of this happening after many highly magical conflicts), and though many families have multiple children, most families have more girls than boys.

iii.In general, those born between about 1975 to 1997, have had more daughters than sons (about a 60-40 split). This trend does not appear to be slowing down yet.

1.It will shift back to a normal population of ~50-50 in the next generation

2.This uneven number of young woman will require many multiple marriages

3.This split is both in the Muggle and Magical world

d.Blood Wars

i.The bloodwars of the 1960's and 1970's

ii.Voldemort tried to take over, but the side of the Blood Supremicist and Purebloods suffered greatly

1.Dumbledore stepped in early to counter Voldemort and looked on as the great War Hero of the Blood Wars

2.Voldemort's horcruxes did not work and the prime soul fragment was killed in a battle in 1979, about a year before his forces finally gave up after suffering staggering losses.

iii.Voldemort was trying for a true Pureblood regime, sparing the heir or heiress of many House so one they could serve him

iv.The Potters and Longbottoms survived the war and became the lead of a large faction that want to prevent a future blood war

e.Marriage Laws

i.Heritage Acts (1724, 1834, 1891)

1.1724 - Due to rapid changes in populations due to a few magical plagues and wars, the original Heritage Act of 1724 was founded to ensure that the magical Houses of Britain would continue.

a.Require all Scion to marry by twenty-three

b.Require all Scions to marry a person of equal or lesser peerage

c.Require an heir to be born by the woman's twenty-first birthday.

d.Require a separate wife and blood line for every House a Scion holds

2.1834

a.Repeal and replace the requirement for Scions, and now must Marry by twenty-one

b.Enact primogeniture – allowing woman to become Heiress to carry on family lines

c.Allows line continuance contracts, meaning an Heiress line will be passed through her

3.1891

a.If an Heiress founded line dies, the House returns to the last heir of the Scion line (within five generations)

ii.Magical Proliferation Act (1926)

1.At the start of the continental Grindewald Wars, England was worried about future wizarding populations after some of its decimation caused by the muggle World War of 1913-1918

2.Should populations drop, the following would be required of all that were of Wizengamot families, purebloods and half-bloods with at least three generations of magical blood in them:

a.All persons within the age of seventeen and twenty-five shall be required to marry

i.17-19: Shall have choice of marriage partners

ii.20-25: Shall have one year to find a partner within the law being activated. After that, a Ministry Board of Proliferation shall place those bound by the law with a magical match.

iii.Matches shall be no more than ten years elder

b.Laws will be enacted when:

i.A decrease in population of ten percent or more is seen

ii.Magic generates an uneven population of Witches to Wizards by more than 45-55, which ever is more.

c.Laws stays active until

i.Population is restored

ii.The witch to wizard ratio, or vice versa, returned to a 45-55 or as close to a 50-50 split as possible

d.Muggleborns can be entered into the Proliferation act by submitting to the Ministry Board of Proliferation, but will not be bound by a board match

e.Law does not bind a Wizengamot family to whom they must marry and overrides the Heritage act this way

3.Law was activated in 1976, and has not been deactivated by 1997