The Marriage Law


The war is over. Everyone expects that they'll be able to continue with their lives. Live normal lives. However, that proves, of course, to not be the case.

The Wizarding Population has been greatly diminished. So greatly, in fact, that an ancient law that nobody knew still existed has gone into effect. The Marriage Law. By binding magical contract, if the Wizarding population falls under a certain amount, every witch or wizard over the age of seventeen must marry within a month, and have a child within a year.

And they don't get to choose their spouse.

*Set during the trio's eight year*


2. Chapter Two

Hermione sat staring out the window of Gryffindor Tower. Every student seventeen or older was milling around the common room, waiting for their letters. 

Hermione had zoned out, but then she registered multiple owls flying towards the window. 

"Oh my gosh!" she shrieked, leaping to her feet. "They're coming!" 

Harry and Ron joined Hermione by the window. Everyone else stood where they were, waiting for the news of their fate to be brought to them. 

An owl fluttered to every teenager in the Common Room, and the teens opened them with shaking hands. 

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. "It says I got Ginny!" 

"Well, better you than anyone else." Ron grunted. "I got Parvati Patil. Could be worse, couldn't it?" 

"Yeah, I suppose it could." Harry agreed. "Hermione, who've you got?" 

Hermione stared numbly down at her letter, her mouth open. "I, uh..." 

"Come on, 'Mione, just tell us!" Ron said. 

Hermione cleared her throat. "I got Draco Malfoy." 


Dinner that night was more stressed than any meal anyone had ever gone to. Seventeen through nineteen year-olds were moving throughout the hall, meeting with the people they would have to marry by Halloween. Draco walked over to the Gryffindor table. 

"Granger," he said. "You got the letter, I presume?" 

Hermione nodded. 

"Then we best do our best to act civilly to each other." Draco sighed. 

"We'd better start by calling each other by our first names, Draco." Hermione said. "And why don't you sit with us?" 

Draco glanced at Harry and Ron, and slowly sat next to Hermione. 

Harry and Ginny were planning their wedding, which was already set for October 23. Ron and Parvati were arguing over two dates, October 19 and October 26. 

"I guess we should begin our wedding plans." Hermione said tentatively. 

"Did you have any ideas for a date?" Draco asked. 

"I was thinking Halloween, actually." Hermione said. "I've always wanted to get married on a holiday, and since we've got to be married by November 2, I thought Halloween would do." 

"Halloween's fine with me." Draco said. "Color scheme ideas?" 

"Why don't you tell me one?" Hermione said. 

Draco shrugged. "White and gold?" 

"Perfect." Hermione smiled slightly, and reached into her bag for a quill and parchment, onto which she wrote down the date and colors. "And for guests... Of course the Weasley's and Harry have to come, and my parents, and your parents," 

"I doubt my parents will want to come." Draco said. "Well, my mum, maybe, but my dad definitely won't want to come." 

"Why not?" Hermione asked, startled. 

"Because they won't approve of you." Draco said. "For centuries, the Malfoy's have only married purebloods. They definitely won't approve of you." 

"Oh." Hermione was quiet. "But we can still invite them, yes?" 

"Of course you can try." Draco said. "But don't be surprised when they say no, if they respond at all." 

Hermione stared at him. "You've... changed." 

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, lifting a forkfull of mashed potatoes. 

"Since the war, I mean." Hermione hesitated. "You've become... kinder. Less judgemental. You consented to sit at the Gryffindor table with a Muggle-born, blood traitor, and Harry Potter. The Draco I knew for nearly seven years would never do that. What changed?" 

Draco sighed. "Hermione, I never thought like they did. I mean, sure, I hated you three, but not even for the same reasons they did. I hated Potter because he was so... just, Potter. And Weasley hated me from the moment he laid eyes on me, and was never very nice, so I retaliated. And you. Well, you were this brainy little know-it-all who seemed to never make a mistake, and you were best friends with Potter and Weasley." 

Hermione grinned slightly. "What I got from that was that you were jealous." 

Draco laughed lightly. "Fine. Yes, I was jealous. But now this law is making us look past that anyway, so I thought, why not, let's start over, shall we?" 

Hermione smiled. "Sure. Why not? This is a time for new beginnings. Let's give it a try." 

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