Title: The Law
Summary: A law has been passed. Harry and Hermione must marry. What will the outcome be? -Response to a challenge set by lordanhur in the Forum part of PK.
Genre: Romance/None
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Never said I did… you can't sue me! Ha ha! :p
Ship: Harry/Hermione.
Spoilers: Books 1-5.
Every student in the hall paled as the sorting hat was bought into the hall. Whatever the hat said, was going to change their lives forever, and none of them were ready for it.
Chapter 2
The sorting hat was placed on the on the same, old three-legged stool used during the sorting ceremonies for the first
year students, and looked even more battered than it usually did.
Harry glanced around at the purebloods and muggle-borns, aware of the looks of pure fear gracing their features.
He closed his eyes as the thought that plagued him earlier returned.
Hermione would be married to some unknown pureblood, somewhere that he couldn't help her if she needed him. He was
determined not to loose touch with her, she was one of his best friends after all, but he couldn't be with her 24
hours a day to protect her when she would need him the most.
He knew that Hermione was a more than capable witch and could easily defend herself from an attacker, but he also knew
Voldemort, he wouldn't just send one Death Eater, he would send 3 or 4, just to be sure that the job was done, and
even Hermione couldn't defend herself from that many assailants.
A sudden image forced it's way into Harry's mind:
Hermione was lying on the ground. She was irreversibly dead. Her wand was in her loosened hand and a trickle of blood escaped the side of her mouth. Harry tried to run to her; he wanted to reach her, make her come back...but the more he tried getting to her, the more the image faded...until...
"Granger, Hermione!" Harry was shaken out of his reverie when Hermione's name was called.
He felt her take a deep breath and stand up beside him, he didn't know why, but he couldn't tear his eyes from
her as she walked slowly and shakily towards the stool.
She sat and placed the hat nervously on her head and waited.
Harry held his breath while the sorting hat was trying to decide who to pair her with. It looked like Hermione was
having an argument with the hat however and he severely hoped that hat wasn't trying to put her with Malfoy, he
knew for a fact that she would refuse point blank to marry Malfoy.
Hermione however was having a much harder time with the stubborn hat.
"Ah...long time no see dear Hermione."
"Please forgive me if I'm not that thrilled to see you, but you're on my head to ruin my life, so could
you please hurry it up?" Hermione snapped back
"I remember the way you had asked for Gryffindor, and not Ravenclaw, where I should have put you. " The hat
continued to drawl, as though it hadn't heard a word she had said.
"That's lovely. HURRY UP!" Hermione said again, getting irritated very quickly.
"Very well. I see the Gryffindor temper has shone through with you."
Hermione merely let out a deep sigh of exasperation while seriously considering summoning a large pair of scissors to
customize the hat, or a needle and thread to knit the hats mouth shut.
"OK, OK, no need to go there Miss. Granger. Well, to the matter in hand; I would put you with either young Malfoy
or the last male Weasley at the moment, but you are definitely better off with... HARRY POTTER!"
"What?!?" Hermione, Harry, Ron, Malfoy and Snape shouted at the same time, all completely shocked at the
result.
"Harry's a half-blood. That is not within the law." Snape said as though it was the most obvious thing in
the world.
"Yes, Severus, you are correct, it would be against the law, but as Harry is The-boy-who-lived, the ministry
thought it was best to have him married to Miss Granger, she is after all on one of the main targets. Harry will be
able to protect her."
"Excuse me. But I think I can protect myself." Hermione said angrily.
"We are aware if that Miss. Granger, however, we feel that it is a necessary precaution to prevent any harm
befalling you." Dumbledore said diplomatically.
Hermione shook her head, but remained silent. 'At least I'm not stuck with Malfoy' She thought while
walking back to her seat next to her…fiancé.
"I'm so sorry Hermione." Harry said as she sat.
"No, don't be. I'm glad I got you and not…someone else." She answered without looking directly at
him, she didn't think she could just yet.
"Yeah. I suppose." He agreed quietly, while secretly being overjoyed at the fact that his vision couldn't
possibly come true if he was there to protect her 24 hours a day, but she was now a bigger target to Voldemort than
ever before.
She would be his wife, and so was marked forever.
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Chapter 2, done.
Chapter 3 next.
Please review, and please be nice… I have to admit this isn't the greatest fic I've ever done. * Hangs head *
~Just breathing