Chapter 1: Being matched

AN: I don't own Harry Potter, the fantastic book collection is the property of writing goddess, J.K. Rowling. I feel like there aren't enough stories of Hermione being paired with deatheaters besides the Malfoy's and Snape - so I took the liberty of writing a Hermione and Dolohov. It will be set over the Halloween break of Hermione's sixth year, so Harry and Ron won't be in it straight away.

Chapter one

Voldemort was in a generous mood, something that was incredibly rare. Perhaps it was the result of his next strategic plan or what he would gain with it. Either way, he was going to indulge one of his most loyal death eaters tonight. "Wormtail!" Voldemort shouted. The rat-like man stumbled over to the Dark Lord's throne, eager to serve his master. "Your arm, Wormtail, present your Mark," demanded the malevolent Dark Lord. Doing as he was ordered, Wormtail presented his Dark Mark - only to have Voldemort's wand pushed harshly into the Mark, drawing blood in the process. Within seconds, his most trusted Deatheaters - the Inner Circle - apparated into the dark room and proceeded to kneel before him. "My loyal followers, I have an announcement. My contact inside the Ministry has managed to get a new law passed...a marriage law." No one uttered a word. "Under the guise of a repopulation law, Mudbloods will be made to wed either Purebloods or Halfbloods. Using this law, we shall take Potter's most prized supporter...the Mudblood, Hermione Granger from right under his nose. One of my most loyal shall receive her as reward. Dolohov, step forward." The Deatheater obeyed the Dark Lord's command, kneeling at the foot of the throne. "As one of my most loyal followers, you shall wed the Mudblood. Do with her what you will: rape her; torture her; but I want as many heirs for the Dolohov line to continue."

"As you wish, my Lord. It is an honour to be given this reward," Dolohov replied, genuinely smiling. Antonin was considered an attractive man - especially, now he had recovered from his 15 years in Azkaban: Dark eyes that bordered on black; thick dark brown hair; chisled square jaw, that had a closely trimmed goatee; 6ft 2" stature with a beaters physique - well muscled with large bicep muscles.

Whilst pleased to be considered one of the Dark Lord's most loyal, Antonin Dolohov was conflicted. Ever since the Battle in the Department of Mysteries, he had felt a strong desire for the Mudblood Granger. She was beautiful, even for a Mudblood. Seeing her with her hair flying as she duelled with his fellow Deatheaters, a fire in her eyes as she fought for what she believed in - even if she was on the the wrong side. The night after the battle, he had returned to Malfoy Manor and isolated himself to his room. That night he had the best dream in his life. He imagined her looking at him with her beautiful whiskey coloured eyes, darkened with love and arousal. They were both naked. Her pert breasts covered in bruises and bitemarks, flared hips with large hand-shaped bruises, and her inner thighs covered in her arousal and his semen. She licked her lips as she looked at his hard cock, ready for her - all 10 inches of thickness for her pleasure. He grabbed her curly brown tresses as he forced her on her knees and proceeded to force his thick cock into her mouth and down her throat. All before he bent her over at the waist, giving him the perfect view of her bare cunt dripping down her spread legs, before thrusting home into her over the desk, as his name was screamed with each thrust into her tight, wet and warm heat. Needless to say, he had had to relieve the pressure in his balls multiple times that night. Antonin had kept his dreams a secret, his twisted secret. Yet, now he would soon get the chance to turn his fantasies of the 'Gryffindor Princess' into a reality.

Even before discovering her status as a first generation witch, Hermione had learned to question everything. Every look, every word, every possible motive. She poked at her food with the fork, waiting for the arrival of the owl post. Waiting for the letter that would seal her fate to someone else. She was nervous about it. She was nervous, being the only one in her group of friends that qualified for the marriage law, due to her constant time turner use in third year.

The Daily Prophet had been all over it. How any witch or wizard aged seventeen to forty could be paired off to marry potential strangers by the end of the month, was beyond sane. Apparently, the Ministry thought it was acceptable to pass this ridiculous law, whilst there was a war looming over their heads, like thunder clouds. Even with evidence of Voldemort's return, they still choose to put their heads in the sand and ignore it anyway. Apparently, extensive research had shown that the wizarding population had steadily decreasing over the years. But the whole law reeked of Voldemort. The law had passed, far too easily. She hated this damn law. The actual name for it was one she found completely ridiculous. The 'Conception and Matrimony Law'. Hermione could remember the Prophet's article, bearing the law's information.

Flashback:

Conception and Matrimony Law - the details!

The Ministry of Magic has decreeded a law for marriage of wizarding folk between the ages of seventeen and forty, as means of boosting the birth rate, as well as lower the shockingly increasing amount of squibs born - particularly coming from the Pure-Blooded families - and to help the current generation by matchmaking them through old magic means.

The matchmaking is a complicated process, but from what has been leaked from the Ministry of Magic, it is clearly thorough. It finds those that have compatible personalities, are physically attracted to each other, and checks many other things to assure that the marriage is a good fit. There is no way to switch marriages if they do not work out.

The contents of the law passed are below and it is strongly suggested that everyone fitting the age requirement reads it.

Upholding the Law;

1. We, the Ministry of Magic, assure you that this law is needed, and to go against it is to spend a year in Azkaban.

2. If you attempt to run from the law, your stay will be extended to two years.

3. If you attempt to stop another person's marriage, it will be three years.

4. Contraceptive measures will result in a fine of 250 Galleons and up to six months in Azakaban. If you use muggle pills or anything else to aid in this act, the fine is pushed up to eighty galleons.

5. Changing a Match will not be possible. The matchmaking process used prevent any errors being made.

6. This Law is applies for unmarried witches and wizards. If you marry before tomorrow, your letter will not be sent. If you are already married, this law does not apply to you unless you get a divorce.

7. If you are unable to reproduce, you are exempt from the law. If you discover this after the marriage, you will be divorced as long as your partner is still capable and a new match will be set up for them, otherwise that decision lies in your hands.

Requirements of the law;

1. Conceive a child within the first six months. If there are difficulties, it is advised to go to the hospital and have reproduction tests run.

2. Attend monthly check-ups at St. Mungos to check for pregnancy.

3. Spend with your husband/wife around your schedule. Specifically seventy two hours a week. Some exceptions can be made.

4. On the day of the marriage, fulfill the act by consummating the marriage.

5. Attempt to get pregnant at least twice a week.

6. Make marriage arrangements and select a date within the week you get your letter.

7. Be married by the end of the month.

Under this law it will be punishable by death or a sentence to Azkaban depending on severity if you harm your child in anyway.

It was outrageous. Nonetheless, Hermione was nervous. A flutter of wings came above her head. This was it. She was about to find out the name of her match, the person she would be bound to by the bonds of matrimony. A sharp nip to the back of her small hand drew her attention. The owl had drawn blood. Stood on the table in front of Hermione, was a handsome eagle owl. His feathers shining in the morning sun, he gazed at her with bored eyes. Attached to his leg was the letter, bearing the Ministry seal - as well as a file, that had likely been sealed with magic. Untying the letter from the owl's leg, the Gryffindor gathered all of her courage as she broke the seal and unfurled the letter.

Dear Miss Granger,

The regulations of Contraception and Matrimony Law, mean that couples will be matched on the following:

Magical abilities - wand properties, excelled areas of magic.

Basic personality - using references from school or work.

Likelihood to develop relationship with spouse - attractiveness and likely willingness to consumate the marriage.

Estimated fertility - based on ages.

Based on these criteria, the enclosed file contains your future spouses information.

As she touched to file, her magic reacted and a seal along to edge of the file broke; confirming her suspicion of only opening through the registering of her magical signature. Opening the enclosed file, Hermione almost dropped the pages out of sheer horror. There staring up at her was the handsomely smirking face of the man who tried to kill her in the Department of Mysteries - Antonin Dolohov.