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.
"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.
Chapter 3
Harry however didn't have time to mull over the prospect of Hermione being his wife for long, as he heard Ron's
name being called.
Both Harry and Hermione looked at Ron, who looked as though he was about to collapse, he had just been paired up with;
Kristen Baker, A Ravenclaw who was always the heart and soul of the party as it were, she would always be seen laughing
and joking with her friends around the lake, and
A thought that Ron found he liked.
As Ali Jacobs walked up to the stool, Ron managed to mutter a shaky "I don't bloody believe it." To which
Harry could only shrug weakly in response to. He had no idea what to say to his best friend.
"DRACO MALFOY!" The hat shouted, taking all in the hall by surprise.
"You're kidding me?!?" Malfoy said angrily. "I'm not marrying any Mudblood! I refuse!"
"You will do as you are told Mr. Malfoy." McGonagall said glaring at Malfoy, who, while looking like he could
kill with a single look, backed down, and crossed his arms in protest, while muttering something that Harry
couldn't quiet catch.
Justin Finch Fletchley was next; he cast a wary look over at the Slytherin table, where most of the Pureblood females
were seated, and a hopeful glance at Lavender.
He placed the hat on his head, and sat waiting anxiously for a name to be yelled.
A minute later and the hat announced the woman he was to marry; Lavender Brown.
This pairing was one of the few that the subjects seemed to approve of, as they both smiled widely at one another as
Justin walked back to his seat confidently.
The next muggle-born to be called up to the stool, was a charming and very popular male by the name of Antonio Carey.
Being as popular and self-assured as he was, most of the witches in the hall were drooling after him, as he walked up
to the stool, many smoothing their hair as he passed.
He put the hat on his head and sat silently for the answer, which came a second later. "PANSY PARKINSON!"
Pansy tried to hold in a squeal of joy, but failed as he walked back to the Ravenclaw table, throwing her a cheeky
grin.
Martyn Howards was next, as he walked up to the raised platform a swift whistle behind Harry was issued, he turned to
see Parvati Patil grinning widely, Harry could tell she was hoping beyond hope that she would be paired with him. A
hope that was in fact reality.
The last muggle-born to be paired up was another member of the Ravenclaw group that the witches often fantasised about
called Han Bin Stuart.
He walked up to the stool and placed the over-used hat carefully on his head, immediately Padma Patils name was yelled,
finishing the improper pairings.
"Thank you all for co-operating," Dumbledore said looking around at the many distraught faces "All I can
do is apologise for this. I do not have the power to prevent this from occurring."
No one in the hall even moved, all in shock about what had just happened, none of them able to take in the full effect
of what this would have on their lives.
That was, all except Harry.
He knew how much danger Hermione was in, and he knew it was all his fault.
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Chapter 3, done.
Chapter 4, next.
OK, I think that chapter was the worst chapter ever written in the history of writing! Like… EVER!!!
I think it sucks.
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~Just Breathing