This is absurd.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. That all belongs to J.K. Rowling.
'Good morning, Minister, why are you doing this?' Lucius Malfoy asked.
'I'm not above my constituents. I too need to take a wife.' He grinned.
'Who in merlins thought of this questionnaire? Will you let your wife work? How absurd, no wife of mine will work.' Lucius huffed.
'Well, these were well thought out questions. Helps the prospective wives decide, happy wife happy life.' Kingsley Shacklebolt.
*flashback
'Kingsley Shacklebolt you seriously enacting a marriage law?' Hermione growled across the desk.
'Miya you know we need to do this… our numbers are down. We needed….'
'I know but … at least make it easier on the witches. Make all of the wizards fill this out so we have a better idea of what we are getting in to.' As she handed him a paper, a very long paper.
'101 questions?'
'Yes, I actually had more but these should do.' Kings started to read.
'Yes, I can see these are quite good. Work, hobbies, life expectations. All very useful, I will get these ready for next week.' He looked up and smiled. 'Thank you.'
*end flashback
'You want some simpering bint spending all of your money? I sure don't, I want someone I can talk to, enjoy my down time with and not worry she is emptying my Gringotts account.' Kings grinned.
'You really think you can find that in the wizarding world?' Lucius grinned.
'I have two witches in mind.' Kingsley grinned.
'As of right now I see no possible witch I would want in my house or bed.' Lucius snarled.
'Really you wouldn't want Hermione Granger in your bed? She has a good head on her shoulders, and I can see her being a wildcat in bed.' Kings smiled. 'I would have her in a heartbeat, but I know she hates the limelight.' He harrumphed.
'I will not marry a mud…' he was cut off.
'You will not use that word in my presence. You would be lucky to have her, she is a true treasure.'
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'Thank you, gentlemen, for joining me today.' The voice behind the curtain spoke. 'You three were my top choices. I have read your answers and have a few questions. Mr. Nott are you ok with helping keep a house? clean and cook?''
'If you teach me how, I would love to learn.'
'Mr. Shacklebolt, would you be ok with me sitting in your office and read as you work?'
'Of course. As long as you stick your toes under my thigh like you did at Grimmauld Place.'
*flashback
'Sorry Kings, but my toes are cold.' As Hermione stuffed her toes under Kings's thigh, as they sat in a chilly Grimmauld Place library in. He just grinned as he went back to his reading.
*end flashback
'Mr. Malfoy are you dead set on not marrying a muggle born?'
'Yes, I will not stoop to that level.' Lucius huffed. The curtain lifted. To show Hermione Granger sitting across from Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt, Lucius Malfoy and Theodors Nott.
'Ok, I would have thought the war would have changed your mind, but I see it has not. So Theo do you have and problem with me working or do you have the same views as Mr. Malfoy?'
'Miya, you know me better than that, I know you inspire to be a healer.' Theo said with a smile.
'Kingsley what about you?'
'Are you really considering me? I would have figured you would pass on me, as you hate the press.' Kings said with admiration.
'I still had to interview three people and I was hoping you would have given that prat an earful.' As she nodded to Lucius.
'I did but alas it didn't work.'
'Why? Did you even want me?' Lucius snarled.
'No not really, I just wanted to see if you had changed. All I can say is it's your loss not mine. Theo would you be willing to marry a muggle born?'
'Merlins, yes. I would be honored to marry the Gryffindor princess, the brain behind the golden trio. Am I your second choice?' Theo asked.
'Nope, first.' As she grabbed the envelope off of the table. And handed it to Theo as he opened it and read.
My choice is Theodore Nott.