A shocked expression was left on the slightly pale face of Hermione Granger. She, married to George Weasley? How perfectly absurd! And the rest of it was perfectly absurd as well! Hermione Jane Granger was not truly Hermione Jane Granger at all, but part of one of the most distinguished pureblood Wizarding families, and a lady! How could anyone choose to believe such rubbish? Yet Professor McGonagall swore up and down that Hermione's true parents had made the pact.
"Hermione….Are you ok?"
It was George. He had been summoned here from his joke shop to hear the news that was slowly turning Hermione towards denial. Maybe it was her, but he looked like it didn't bother him at all. She turned to him and buried her head into his chest. She had only ever thought of George as Ron's big brother, sort of as her protector. She could still remember the day he beat the shiitake out of Malfoy. He glanced down at her and laid a hand on her head.
"DO you want me to beat myself up? I'll do it if it will make you happy!"
Hermione couldn't help but giggle at how much of a royal idiot George was. Still, better him than Fred. She loved Fred and all, but George was still more sensitive. Professor McGonagall sighed and reviewed the contract.
"Shall I read it to you?" she asked, calmly, as Hermione had regained her composure. Hermione nodded and George did as well.
I, Lord James Constelia, on my deathbed, do here by give the hand of my Lady daughter, Lady Lyah Marie Constelia, to that of Master George Alexander Weasley, to keep pure bloodlines flowing in an heir. Right after her seventh year of school, they are to marry in no less than twenty four hours.
Within the first two years, a child must be brought into this world by their bloodlines. To keep them faithful, this contract has been layered in many magical hexes and such. If either of the two tries to kill the other, or even thinks of it, a shooting pain will bring them to their knees. The only way they may divorce is if one takes place in an illegal activity, including but not limited to, involvement in Death Eater activities.
The day they are married, a large sum of money, being Lyah's inheritance, will be placed in Gringotts Vault, 21783ab. If an heir is not produced in the two year limit, your magical powers will be revoked. The only way to relieve yourself from this marriage is to break your wands and walk away cowards into the muggle realm.
Lyah, remember, this is to save your bloodline. Our estate in France is waiting for you.
Hermione long digit-ed fingers went up into her thick brown hair in frustration. She was not snapping her wand. But how was she going to explain it to Harry? She wasn't quite ready for that. She and Harry had been dating for the past month and she was afraid he wouldn't understand.
"Look Hermione, I'll have a tough time telling Angelina too you know."
Hermione blinked heavily and gave him a peck on the cheek. Not the "oo-lovey-dovey" kind, but the "I'm-sorry" kind.
"I'm so—"
He cut her off before she went on. Either way, they would be married.
'She's not ugly. She's bloody gorgeous. She's smart; she's looks up to you. She has a banging body'
Hermione gave him an odd look as he smacked himself, leaving a red mark.
"What the bloody hell?"
George looked down at his hand and realized something suddenly. You could be punished for thoughts. And Professor McGonagall had warned him in school that the Old Magic in contracts punished for even thoughts of anything that could have to do with premarital sex. He shook his head and continued with what he was trying to say in the beginning.
"Somehow, your muggle parents and my parents knew. We have a wedding planned for tomorrow around ten."
He rose and kissed her lightly on the cheek.
"I'll do my best to make this alright…"
He looked over at Professor McGonagall and she nodded. As he left the room, she turned her head to Hermione.
"You may go now Miss Granger… I mean Miss Constelia ."
Hermione jumped up and run for her dorm, crying.