Hehehehehahahehehaha! You guys are so cool. I've started writing this the day after I posted the last one, that's how wonderful all the attention felt. I've been dragged around all day and was taken away from my computer, and I basically dragged my feet until we got home, got rid of the company, and got to sit alone, like a hermit, and write for you.

And you know, I don't really know what I'm doing besides Fremione and Harry/Ginny, so if there are any ships or couples you want be to pair together in the story, definitely review me and tell me which ones you'd like me to do. If I get too many ships for one person, I will have to choose, so just keep that in mind.

Enjoy, review, remember I don't own this series cause I'm basically a lowly house elf.

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The Burrow was in an absolute riot. Ginny had brought the rest of the house down, and while Fred and Hermione stayed shocked in the corner of the kitchen, Arthur and Molly had filled in the rest of the Weasley children on their new law. The chaos that ensued after was ear shattering. Mrs. Weasley held herself back from pulling out her wand and setting a silencing charm around herself to block out the noise. George was about as shocked as Fred was, if only a slight bit angrier than his twin. Ron's face had turned an interesting new shade of purple, his voice heard high above the others. Her little girl, Ginny, who had turned sixteen just before the war and therefore was being sucked into this bit of hell with her brothers, was chattering towards Hermione, the poor dear, who was only staring at Ginny. Harry didn't seem able to do anything other than gape like a fish, watching the yelling match going on between Charlie and Percy, which looked like Charlie was getting the higher hand in.

Hermione still couldn't seem to say anything. The past Marriage Law was running through her head as she tried to remember all the rules and regulations it included. As she recalled, there weren't many cases of witches or wizards getting out of the law, which didn't bode well for any of them. This law had been passed over a hundred years ago during the first war, and she couldn't figure out how she hadn't seen this coming. Perhaps she did, but didn't anticipate it happening so soon. Mr. Weasley was beginning to look rather flustered, but none of the other Weasley's looked to be calming down any time soon. Mrs. Weasley had been glancing longingly at her kitchen stove for the past five minutes, probably hoping to step away from the madness. Another minute of people yelling over each other and Hermione rolled her eyes to the left, breaking her staring contest with the table. Bill was seated at the other head of the table, with Fleur looking rather frightened next to him. His eyes met hers and they seemed to make a quick understanding with each other.

"Ronald, sit down. Ginny, come here." Hermione commanded, rather quietly compared to everyone else. To her utter amazement, the two youngest stopped what they were saying to stare down at her. It didn't take them long to understand and sit down immediately, causing the rest of the table to cease their rants and take a seat. Silence filled the Burrow for one blessed moment, and Bill couldn't miss the grateful look his mother sent towards Hermione. Another moment of silence before Mr. Weasley cleared his throat, gaining his children's attention.

"Now," he started, trying to keep his voice down, "obviously, this is not something any of us want. But according to the law, it's something you all have to do."

"Dad, this is complete bollocks." Charlie stated plainly, not even flinching at his mother's glare.

"Charlie, there is nothing I can do. Nothing you can do. Your mother and I have spent the entire morning with every other eligible witch and wizard's parents, debating this whole ruddy thing." Arthur was very obviously trying to keep the colour out of his face, but it was beginning to look rather peaky. No one else said anything, so Hermione decided she had better pick up the conversation to lessen the awkwardness of this whole meeting.

"Mr. Weasley? May I ask something?" It wasn't quiet, but she didn't hold back this time. Everyone but Harry and Ron looked a bit shocked that she spoke up during this, but then, no one else knew how hard headed she really could be. "What exactly are the regulations for the law?" She decided to ignore the adoring look Mrs. Weasley sent her way for keeping the peace a little longer.

"Yes, of course. I can tell you just a few basics now; the Daily Prophet will be posting everything about it in tomorrow's paper."

"Yeah, now would be great, dad. Then everyone can complain now and leave the awkward silence for tomorrow." Bill mumbled from his seat, settling in to listen to his sibling's woes. Ginny's glare matched her mother's previous one almost to a tee.

Arthur started up, shifting to make his self comfortable for the talk, "Every young witch and wizard between sixteen and thirty are being matched up for marriage within the next year. The Ministry is trying to match up couples within two or three years of each other," Ginny looked unbelievably relieved. "Starting tomorrow, everyone eligible has a week to give the Ministry notice of a previous engagement, or any couples already together that want to stay together in an immediate engagement."

"Aren't all the engagements going to be 'immediate'?" Fred piped up, not even waiting for George to speak up with him.

"Fred, you know what he meant." Hermione shushed him, lightly tapping his elbow as punishment.

"Yes, I suppose they are. But after the week is over, any one not involved will be put into the, well," Arthur stumbled for the word.

"Raffle?" George and Fred both said. George looked rather happy they said the same thing. Arthur nodded at the term, unable to come up with anything better.

"So, basically, we get thrown with someone we've never met before and expected to love each other, and have a family within a year?" Ginny was back to being angry. "What if a couple isn't together yet, but want to be now? Are they just not eligible to have the immediate engagement?"

"I really doubt they care if you love each other, Gin-Gin." Charlie mumbled, managing to pull a very impressive pout. Hermione was beginning to be quite irritated with the whole Weasley brood.

"Charles Weasley," Mrs. Weasley started up again, but Hermione beat her to it.

"Enough, everyone! As much as we all hate this, it is happening, and it is happening to us all right now. So if you all wouldn't mind, I would like to hear the rules so as not to be thrown into Azkaban." Her outburst was met with complete silence throughout the Burrow. Hedwig didn't even chatter once. Finally, Ginny cracked a smile and let loose a tiny laugh. It must have set some kind of switch, as Ron started to laugh with his sister and Harry let in a few small chuckles. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to understand the humour in this, but also didn't seem to want to stop their mirth. George leaned in to her, giving her a saucy smile she'd seen him sport when he teased first years, "Granger, I don't think I've ever been more attracted to you. The bossy bit is definitely a turn on."

"Honestly George, behave." Hermione frowned, still not laughing with everyone, but appreciating the fact they could still laugh, even if it was at her. Arthur turned to Hermione solely, knowing she couldn't interrupt him now.

"Hermione," he smiled at the bright young witch, "I assume you read about the last law that was passed like this?" She nodded eager to get on with it.

"It was mentioned in my book-"

"Hogwarts: A History." Ron and Harry chorused together, not missing a beat. She glared at them while Fred and George gave them incredulous looks. "Go on 'Mione."

Hermione didn't pause either, "Yes, and I looked it up to be sure it was what I assumed it was." Arthur was nodding with her.

"Yes, it is the exact same law. This time around they're being a lot more lenient with the previous engagements. Giving you a chance to choose is a big step they took, and I'm sure Kingsley was a large part of that. Every couple has a different time limit depending on their circumstances, but everyone will be married within the next three months. And the Ministry is hoping in the next year there will be at least one pregnancy between married couples."

"Oh Merlin, I'm going to be a mom." Ginny groaned, flopping back in her seat. Every one of her brothers looked somewhere between humoured or mildly disgusted.

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The next morning was somber and quiet for everyone. Bill and Fleur were still fast asleep, leaving the rest of the home to sit silently at the breakfast table. Mrs. Weasley was running around moving food from one person to another. Ginny was sitting rather cheerily compared to yesterday, talking with Harry like she did every morning with him. They had obviously been up for a while, judging by the awareness in Ginny and the two empty cups of coffee in front of them. Ron was slumped over the table, significantly less happy looking than his sister and best friend. His hair was standing straight up, managing to look just like Harry's on a good day. Hermione couldn't help but smirk at the curl behind his ear sticking straight out to curl into a horn. She skipped up to Molly to take her cup of tea before it could be handed to her, and passed the next set of biscuits, hoping it would calm Mrs. Weasley down for the morning. Molly only smiled and patted her on the cheek fondly, continuing to pass food to her children. Fred and George bounded down as she took her seat, settling down for the long morning of waiting. George took a seat to her immediate right, while Fred grabbed the two cups Molly was turning around with to hand to the twins, shocking her before making her smile warmly. He winked cutely at his mother, and handed the second cup to George, and sat with his on George's right.

Hermione tried to keep the ambiance of the whole kitchen, so she picked up the copy of Witch Weekly and flipped through it without really reading anything. She must have zoned out for longer than she thought, as the next moment Fred was taking a seat right next to her.

"Hermione," his voice rumbled very close to her ear, startling her from staring at the picture of what she was sure was a Nargle. "Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm having tea, Fred." She lifted the half empty cup; making sure he realized he'd overlooked the obvious.

"You're not going to eat my lovely mother's beautiful cooking she slaved over all morning?" He gasped in mock astonishment, grabbing two of said biscuits. Handing one to her, and leaving it hanging between them as he began to snack on his. Hermione couldn't say no to Mrs. Weasley's cooking half the time, but now coupled with Fred's big sad eyes she couldn't say no. She snatched the bread, and began to nibble on it.

"That a girl," He smiled, turning to face the table, and noticed what she was reading. "Uh, Hermione?"

"Hmm, what, what's wrong?"

"What are you reading this for?" He couldn't seem to keep the grin off his face. Hermione snapped out of her lull, dropping the biscuit a little from her mouth.

"What?" She looked down at the magazine to find out what he was talking about.

Witch Weekly had apparently gotten news of the Marriage Law before the journalist witch at The Daily Prophet had. The fashion/gossip magazine had been considerably quiet in the last week since the war had ended. Now it seemed they were back with bells on, with the next three pages filled with the same article; The Golden Trio. Her, Harry and Ron were all over the pages, their relationships, past and present being picked over and analyzed. Harry's article was the longest, going over any of the girls he even spoke to during their time at Hogwarts, and an unhealthy long one of her and Harry being matched together. Ron's mentioned her as well, with an extra debate on whether they could even be able to stay together with Harry being in between them. She goggled over the accusations and pondering, reading and rereading each one. Fred nudged her, moving her attention to the article he was pointing to now. The scream of indignation she felt run through her head must have been out loud, as Ginny was right beside her now, with the rest of the boys looking at them oddly.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" She pushed the magazine closer to Ginny, ignoring Fred's unhappy groan. Ginny took the magazine from the table to pull it right in front of her face.

"Who will be the future Mr and Mrs' to the Golden Trio?" Ginny began reading aloud, aware everyone was watching her now as she continued to read for everyone, "The Wizarding World has been debating over who the lucky witches and wizard will be to be paired with the famous Golden Trio. Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley, and Hermione Granger have been placed into the pool of eligible witches and wizards being married within the year. Fellow students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry have leaked a few likely candidates the trio will most likely be paired with. Article continued on page thirteen." Ginny stopped talking to look at the Golden Trio themselves, all watching her with a look of disgust, anger, and confusion. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all continued to stare until Ron broke the silence.

"Why do they care who we get paired with? Harry I get, but me?"

"Ron," Ginny sounded very patronizing, making the twins snicker, "You three are the most famous people aside from Voldemort himself right now. Harry may be slightly better known, but you two aren't exactly invisible anymore."

"You're telling me! Look at the pic they shot of our Hermione." George stated, leaning over Ginny's shoulder to look at the next page. Ginny flipped it quickly, her eyes growing large at whatever was next. Hermione felt her breathing stop for a moment, dreading the next article that was apparently about her. Before she could grab it out of Ginny's hands, Fred snatched it first, laying it back on the table between him and Hermione.

The picture was massive. It was the one of her at Bill and Fleur's wedding, not that she knew how they could have gotten this picture. The smaller, but no less daunting picture, was one of her coming out of Hogwarts after the battle, wearing her battered denim and coral pink. Her hair was a riot in the last, and coiffed and pretty still in the first. Numerous lines and quotes were floating around the pictures, stating how she had done her makeup, or curled her hair. She zoned out, not wanting to read her rise to fame any longer.

"Merlin Hermione, you've really become the Gryffindor Princess, haven't you?" Fred murmured, causing Hermione to let loose a low groan and flop her head dramatically onto the magazine.

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The Daily Prophet came very late that morning, most likely due to the extra copies being published for the families that wouldn't normally receive the newspaper. Since then, Fred had been reading to everyone the candidates for the trio's future spouses. Ron's hadn't been a very long column, so Fred had moved onto Harry. After twenty names or so, including Hermione and Ginny, he'd gotten bored and moved eagerly to Hermione's names.

"Viktor Krum! There he is! I was beginning to wonder if they'd forgotten the bloke!" Fred crowed eagerly, pointing to the famous quidditch player's name. Hermione made sure he missed the eye roll she shot his way.

"Fredrick Weasley, leave the poor girl alone." Mrs. Weasley patted her on the back, hoping she would raise her head off the table for her to place the rest of the eggs down.

"It's here! I can see Hedwig!" Percy announced from the kitchen window where he'd been waiting since coming down from his room. Everyone quickly cleared the tabletop, Harry grabbing the owl treats from the counter for his owl. Hedwig landed in perfect form, her beautiful wings brushing Harry's arm before she nipped at his fingers lovingly. He untied the paper and tossed it to the table, where it stayed and was stared at.

"Is anyone going to pick it up?" Charlie asked with his spoon lifted halfway to his mouth. Fred finally picked up enough courage to slide it towards him, and deposited it in front of Hermione. It took her another moment before lifting her head to see everyone looking at her, and Fred smiling.

"Why do I have to read it?" She refused to believe that came out as a whine.

"Because you have the most beautiful reading voice, love," Fred grinned charmingly.

"And we love to watch you speak, darling Hermione," George chimed in, continuing to try and butter her up.

"Oh shut it you two. I'll read it." She cleared her throat and unrolled the paper, showing the huge front page.

THE DAILY PROPHET

NEW MARRIAGE LAW REINSTATED

Minister of Magic Kingsley Shaklebot and the Wizengamot have made the courageous decision to reinstate the Marriage Law last seen a couple hundred years ago. The Ministry has released the official rules to the Daily for every witch and wizard to see and understand. The rules are as follows:

1. Each wizard and witch between the ages of sixteen and thirty will be coupled together in marriage. The Ministry will pair said couples together within three years of each other. Appointments can be made with a Ministry official to be paired from a previous or existing engagement.

2. Couples must inform the Ministry of their wedding date, which must be within five months from the day they receive the name of their partner. All marriages must be officiated by a Ministry official.

3. Married couples must produce one magical child within a year after the marriage date. If one or both partners are in school, the couple may wait for an extra year after graduating before conceiving children. Failure to conceive may cause in couples being rematched to ensure further magical children.

4. Divorce will not be tolerated and adultery can end in a year in Azkaban.

Any further questions or inquiries can be owled to the Ministry, or appointments may be set up starting this week.

Appointments with Ministry officials to choose previous engaged partners may start this afternoon.

Letters with unmatched partners will be sent out next week after the appointments have been adjourned.

Hermione stopped reading once she reached the end of the article, wetting her lips to keep the dryness away. No one looked incredibly happy, and no one said anything for a long while. Mrs. Weasley finished serving the breakfast, while Harry suddenly stood, taking Ginny's arm.

"Gin, can I see you for a minute?" She nodded, though she looked thoroughly confused. Hermione smiled at her friends as they passed her. George took the paper from her, to flip to the quidditch section. Fred grabbed the plate of eggs and an empty bowl, filling it almost to the top. He then snatched a fork and handed it to Hermione. She gave him a look; one he knew meant she was only doing this to appease him. She took the fork out of his hands and took a large portion of the eggs. As she chewed, Fred took the fork and took a bite for himself. They continued to eat the eggs, her more than him she realized, until the bowl was empty and she felt much better.

"Thanks,"

"No problem." He paused, spinning the fork around in the bowl, "Hey Hermione, I was-"

Ginny burst back into the kitchen, the door hitting the wall on the other side in her excitement. Her hair was sticking up at her ears, and her eyes were wider than she'd ever seen them, and looked like she was crying.

"Harry and I are getting married!"

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God that was freaking long! It just wouldn't stop, and I couldn't stop it when I should have. I need to get the Daily Prophet out there, and then I didn't know how to end it. So I was like, "Let's start up the Hinny!"

Anyway, had a four day weekend off from work just now, and figured I could finish this; which I did.

Let me know what you all thought! I'm so excited!