I heard the door close and I waited for Harry to come in. I smiled at him and he gave me a weak one in return. I hugged him and then looked at his face. He looked upset, very upset. My face fell, I had not helped at all. He lied to me. A tear dripped out of the corner of my eye. He gently wiped it off my cheek.
"Hey, what is the matter, 'Mione? Do you know?" He looked concerned now
"Yes, of course I do. How could I be such a fool? Why would I be able to help you?" I hid my head in my hands
"What do you mean, 'Mione?" He scrunched up his forehead
"Don't do that." I smoothed out his forehead
"'Mione," Harry grabbed my hand
"You are still upset about last night, I didn't help at all."
"That is not true at all, I am upset about other things," He stroked the back of my hand
"Then what is it?" I demanded
"This," He pulled a copy of the Daily Prophet and handed it to me
I read the front page headline, it said: Marriage Laws Made By Ministry. I gasped and covered my mouth with my free hand. I looked up at him, he nodded. I could not believe this. I scanned through the article.
Marriage Laws Made By Ministry
Recent events have lead to Wizarding Law 590327. This law states that once a wizard comes of a certain age, they must get married to a fellow wizard. This age is nineteen; however, this law created a new one, wizards under seventeen may not get married; however, those who are seventeen or eighteen may marry a wizard who has yet to get married. Once a wizard reaches nineteen they have two months to get married, then this couple is required to produce at least two children in two years.
Written by Rita Skeeter
Suddenly I heard a noise that came from the fireplace beneath the TV in the living room. I remembered traveling by Floo powder and groaned. Who could it-- I saw Mrs. Weasley struggle to get out of the fireplace. I sighed and went over to help.
"Ah, good Hermione, you're home. We need to discuss this situation. Now." She looked at me and pointed at the couch
Hermione went to help Mrs. Weasley out of the fireplace, as soon as I read the article I knew something like this would happen. I sighed and followed to the living room. Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione how they needed to talk right away. I just sat down on the couch. Mrs. Weasley sat down on the love seat.
"Good, you're here too. We need to talk also. About this," She pointed at the article of the Daily Prophet she had pulled out of nowhere
"I know," I sighed again this was extremely frustrating
"You are not quite of age yet, but you will be next year. But Hermione, on the other hand has only two months." Mrs. Weasley pointed out, "Both of you lost your 'someones' and both of you only have a little while. Harry, you may have some time, but you still need to plan something. I have one idea, but I don't think you will like it. I don't personally like it either, but what are we going to do."
"You want me to...um...you know because I would be protecting her from anyone else, right?" I took a deep breath not able to even get the idea out of my mouth
"Yes," Mrs. Weasley replied
"What?" Hermione had just sat there the whole time
"You," Mrs. Weasley pointed at Hermione, "need to marry him." Mrs. Weasley pointed at me
"What?" Hermione started hyperventilating
"Am I that bad?" I looked at Mrs. Weasley
"No," She answered, "You were good enough for my Ginny."
"I am not over Ron yet!" Hermione shouted
"You don't really have time for that," Mrs. Weasley sat down next to Hermione and rubbed her back gently
"I-I-I I can't do that, no, I can't." Hermione whimpered
"Would you rather marry one of my boys? Or wait for someone else to force your hand?" Mrs. Weasley turned harsh, "You are going to have to choose soon. I am sorry to be so sharp with you but this does not leave much patience. When they say you have a certain amount of time, assume that if it does not happen within that time there will be punishments."
"I know, just give me a second." Hermione sobbed into Mrs. Weasley's shoulder