"I hate you," Hermione stated.
"Trust me, Miss Granger, I have the same feelings towards you." The pair glared at each other from opposite sides of the room. The room contained three chairs, a desk, and a window. This was, of course, the office of the Minister of Marriage Law Enforcement.
"They could at least have painted the walls," Hermione muttered glaring at the gray walls.
"They could at least be on time, then we wouldn't have to stare at the walls."
"They're probably hoping we'll stare at each other instead."
"Merlin forbid. Idiots." Hermoine snickered.
"At least we apparently agree on one thing."
"Yes, we agree the ministry is a bunch of morons, this marriage law is nothing short of torture, and whoever decided you and I were a good match has dungbombs for brains," Severus said dryly.
"I was going to say thestral shit, but that works," Hermione shrugged.
"Ahh, Mister and Mrs. Snape, I'm sorry about the delay," a wizard said opening the door and sliding into his seat behind the desk. Hermione glared at him.
"Can we hurry this up, some of us have things we have to do today that don't involve ruining the lives of others for the greater good of wizard kind," she asked. Severus couldn't help but be impressed. He'd forgotten how much of a spitfire Hermione could be when she got fired up about something.
"Yes, well, it took a minute for the mediwitch to send the paperwork. Everything appears to be in order, and the ministry is willing to take the circumstances into consideration..."
"I was nearly tortured to death, Severus was tortured on a daily basis by a madman the ministry denied existed, remind me exactly how much help the ministry was then?" Severus was glad Hermione thankfully hadn't leveled her anger at him this time.
"Yes, um, the fact conception has not yet occurred, despite the compliance to the ministry's law." Hermione narrowed her eyes again.
"You two are free to go, there will be no consequences if you fail to ever produce an heir. Have a good day," the wizard said quickly scurrying from the room.
"Another month down," Hermione muttered hoping they wouldn't have to have this same meeting again next month.
"If I didn't hate you, I'd be impressed."
"Yes, I hate you too, Severus. Now, let's go home and comply," she winked, "with the ministry's procreation laws."
"Very well, my wife, but next time, I get to intimidate the ministry official."
"Deal."