Chapter 2:
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Next morning, at eight o'clock, Hermione had woken up to the dreaded sound of her car alarm.
"What the fuck! MUM! DAD! THOSE FUCKING INGRATES ARE WRECKING MY BABY AGAIN!" Hermione screamed down the stairs as she wrestled a sweater over her PJ's. She ran down the stairs, not stopping as she picked up her keys and bolted out of the door, where she was greeted with the sight of three kids jumping up and down on the bonnet of her Mercedes Kompressor Convertible.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU BRATS THINK YOU'RE DOING?! GET THE FUCK OFF!" Hermione yelled, sending off a discreet load of coloured sparks at the kids.
They gave a little squeak of fright when they saw the sparks and legged it towards the local park, probably to pick on someone else there.
Hermione huffed in annoyance and went back inside the house to have breakfast and then to get changed for her meeting with the Headmaster.
As she entered the kitchen, her Mum was standing at the sink doing the washing-up while her Dad was in the back garden, mowing the lawn.
"Honey? Are you ok? Was there much damage to the car?" her Mum asked her, as she washed the plates from breakfast that morning.
"No Mum, there's no damage thank god. I think I've just scared them a little bit when I screamed at them. Got to go now Mum, I'll be back in time for dinner I promise." Hermione said.
She walked to the front door, where she put on her coat, grabbed her car keys and handbag and walked out.
As Hermione zoomed up the Motorway, bound for Scotland, a disturbing thought popped into her head.
"Is this meeting really to do with that insane Marriage Law that's coming in next year?" Hermione thought. "I really hope not, I really don't fancy being married to someone who I hardly know!"
At nine o'clock exactly, Hermione apperated in front of Hogwarts and walked up towards the magical school. As she walked through the enchanted corridors towards the Headmaster's office, another thought came popping into her head.
"I hope I'm not gonna be marrying Professor Snape, ok maybe he's good looking and all, but he's my teacher! I can't marry my teacher!"
With that thought in her head, Hermione walked quickly towards the Headmaster's office entrance and said the password.
"Lemon Drops." Said Hermione, giggling quietly to herself. The Headmaster had an unusual love for Muggle sweets, lemon drops being one of them. Hermione chuckled quietly and walked up the revolving staircase. As she neared the door, Hermione could hear raised voices from two different people inside the room...
"NO ALBUS! I WILL NOT STAND BY AND WATCH THAT LETCHEROUS BASTARD GET HIS GRUBBY HANDS ON HERMIONE GRANGER OR WHATEVER SHE IS NOW!" Snape yelled at his employer from across the room. He stood up and started to pace in front of the desk where his employer, Professor Albus Dumbledore, sat.
"No my boy, I intend to make fully sure that Lucius Malfoy will never marry Miss Granger, or now Miss Geneva she is now. Of course, Hermione is the next heir to the throne of Wizarding England. Her Grandfather is ill and will not, I fear, last long. In fact, I have a plan. What we will do however, is for yourself to ask for Miss Granger's hand in marriage..." Albus held up his hand to stop Snape's protests. "No, we all know that Miss Granger has had a, what would you call it? Oh yes, a crush on you for many years, my boy. She will, I believe, be more than happy to accept your proposal. Now, I believe the object of our conversation is outside the door right now." Dumbledore smiled "Come in Miss Granger!"
Hermione gave a jump. Shit, she had been caught eavesdropping! Giving her head a little shake, Hermione pulled herself together and walked into the room, where Professors Dumbledore and Snape were sitting, staring at her.
"Miss Granger! Thank you for coming this morning, especially so early. We really appreciate this, please sit down." Smiled Professor Dumbledore, shooting a glance at Professor Snape, who sat in his chair with a sulk on his face.
Hermione sat in one of the chairs being offered to her by the Headmaster and smiled at both men.
"Now Miss Granger, you are probably wondering why I've asked you to come and see me this morning. Now I've no doubt you have heard about the Marriage Law that's due to the legalised early next year? Yes? Well, the bad news about that is that you will be eligible for that law by the time it comes into effect. Basically any Muggle-born witch or wizard at the ages 18-60 will have to marry either a half-blood or a pure-blood witch or wizard in order to re-create the Wizarding population." Said Dumbledore.
"So you're saying I have to marry a Pure-blood so I can create kids like a baby machine? ARE THEY FUCKING INSANE?!!?" yelled Hermione, getting out of her chair in anger. "THEY POSSIBLY, ABSOLUTELY, CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! I WANT TO GRADUATE FROM HERE, GO TO UNIVERSITY, HAVE A CAREER! I DON'T WANT TO HAVE KIDS UNTIL I'M AT LEAST 30!"
"Calm down Miss Granger. There is something else Professor Dumbledore has forgotten to tell you." Said Professor Snape, giving Dumbledore the 'look'.
"Oh yes, there is something else, Miss Granger or should I say, Miss Geneva, Your Highness."
Dum dum dum! What will Hermione say to Dumbledore's plan? Stay tuned for the next chapter...
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