Just a Stupid Law [ENG]

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Titel: Just a Stupid Law
Språk: Engelska
Typ av text: Fanfiction, Dramione (HermionexDraco)
Antal kapitel hittills: 9
Färdigskriven: Nej
Rating: R
Beskrivning: Kriget är över sen länge, men klyftorna mellan mugglarfödda och fullblod är fortfarande lika stora. Ministeriet bestämmer sig för att genomföra ett Giftermålslag, där 50 par ska matchas via personlighetstest. Men hur i all världen hamnade Draco och Hermione som ett par?

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Chapter 1

Hermione couldn’t comprehend what she was reading. The big, black headlines on the newspaper refused to sink in to her mind and stay there.
“What is it ‘Mione?” Harry asked when he entered the kitchen area. Completely numb she held out the newspaper to her roommate and stared blankly out in the air. Harry read the black letters quickly and shouted out.
“They can’t be serious! That can’t even be legal!” At the same time, their fireplace lit up with green fire and Ronald Weasley spun out in their kitchen.
“Hermione! Have you...” he begun but then saw the Daily Prophet in Harry’s hand. “Oh, you got it...” Hermione looked up at Ron and nodded with tears in her eyes. Then she focused on the bold letters again:
“Marriage-law is set in motion!”
“All these months of work, for nothing!” she said.

Hermione Granger was now 21 years old. She worked at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement in Upholding Magical Law and had been doing so since after she graduated from Hogwarts. She was good at her job and she knew that she would be the next Head of the Department when Amelia Bones retired. Her work was to read the reports the Squad sent her and make decisions if a crime had been committed and if it was worth the Wizengamot’s time.
She didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment. She and Ron used to date, but it didn’t really work out. They never had any discussions about anything, since he didn’t like discussions. Or simply did not understand the subjects. They had parted as friends though and it had been a rough time getting over each other and finding the “we’re such good friends”-spirit again. Now, she and Harry were sharing a flat together in London while Ron lived a few blocks away.
A couple of months ago, a discussion had started at the Minster of Magic. Even though the war had ended three years ago the rifts between muggleborns and purebloods were intact. Someone had suddenly popped the idea “We should force muggleborns and purebloods to marry!”
Well, they did not put it that way. It sounded more like:
“Let’s unit the two groups in a more bonding way. If we can show the wizard world that these groups can live together as husband and wife, more and more will follow that lead! And to do that we will have to convince some to agree to that, but in the end it will benefit our whole community. With this law, we will help people. And in these days it’s important to close the rifts before someone can pull them even more apart. I’m sure everyone will realize this and think of the greater good.”
Greater Good, indeed. Hermione had done everything she could to stop this law. It had to be illegal to force someone to marry against their will. She was a human being and she had rights!
The idea of how this forced marriage would be carried through was that only a few would be put in this “program” as they called it. Not everyone would be forced like this, but at least 50 pairs would be forced.
“So, what are we going to do about it?” Ron asked and looked at Harry then at Hermione.
“I don’t know.” She answered. “I can’t do anything about it now. I work at that department, but the majority has voted and that’s final.”
“What if... what if you married someone you know? I mean a friend. That wouldn’t be too bad, right?”
“I guess not, but still. Who would give up love to save me? If someone married me so I wouldn’t have to marry someone else, he would give up his own chance of being happily married. Besides, we don’t know if I am being chosen or if any of you will be.” Hermione sighed, she wasn’t clear on how this would be carried through. If she was chosen to the program, would she be allowed to choose whom she would marry for herself or would they do it?
“I must go to work and get a sense of this. The article mentions that they will contact the witches and wizards that have been chosen this afternoon. Maybe I can get a sneak-peak at the list and also find out how this will be done.”
Harry and Ron nodded and Hermione went to her room to change to her work robe. Harry offered some coffee to Ron who gratefully took a cup.
“See ya later, guys,” Hermione said and flooed to her work.

. . .

Draco sat outside in the backyard of his Manor and let the sun warm his face. He loved springtime. The perfect warmth and the fresh air combined always made him pleased. A small ‘pop’ next to him announced the house elf.
“Mr. Malfoy, sir? Hemmy has the newspaper for sir and his morning-tea ready.”
“Thanks, you can put it on the table.”
“Yes, sir. Hemmy will do that!” The small female house elf put the tray on the small table next to him. He reached for the cup of tea and took a sip before he reached for the newspaper. He hadn’t swallowed his tea yet when he read the headlines. And as soon as he did, the tea spurted all over his trousers. He stared in shock at the news. A minute later he was dressed in a robe and on his way to his fireplace. He had to make sure that he wasn’t on the list. He couldn’t be on the list.

. . .

“What do you mean you can’t show me that?” Hermione spat at the woman sitting at the desk Hermione was leaning forward on.
“I work here too, I have the right to!”
“I’m so sorry Ms. Granger, but I can’t show it to you. I’m not even allowed to look at it myself yet. And although we all know that you will be the Head over this department someday, you are not there yet and therefore have no authority to look at classified material.” The witch spoke slowly and articulated so much that she looked like she was an actress on stage.
“Alright then,” Hermione snapped at her and stormed off to her office. She closed the door and sat down behind her desk and tried to do some work. It was impossible so she rose and paced back and forth. As soon as the clock turned eleven she walked outside and towards Amelia Bones´ office. She knocked three times and waited.
“Come on in,” a voice said and Hermione entered.
“Ah, Ms. Granger. I thought I would be seeing you soon,” she said and straightened her back.
“Amelia, please...” Hermione started but Amelia raised her hand.
“I know what you want, but I can’t tell you that.” Pity was in her eyes as she said it. “I have been attacked by owls from wizards and witches that want to know the same thing. But for the record, I voted against it.”
“I know you did,” Hermione said and slumped backwards into the chair in front of the desk. “How will you proceed?”
“We will contact the concerned this afternoon. And they will be called to a personality test and an interview with us during the week.”
“And the pairing?”
“Will be done by us.” Amelia answered quickly, as if the shock would be less if she did.
“Why? Why can’t they choose by themselves? At least it won’t be so forced if they had a small choice,”
“I know, but there is a chance that people will try to cheat. Purebloods might take other purebloods and claim that they are muggleborns. They can change their family tree and the whole point with this project will go to waste.”
Hermione sighed at this gloomy news. She could only cross her fingers that she wasn’t on the list or that she would get paired with a decent guy.
“The pairing will be done after test and the interview. That way we can at least pair up people who are alike and that will most likely go along, as far as possible at least.”
Hermione let go of her breath that she had been holding. That was better news. If she was chosen, she would be matched with an equal.
“And of course, if two people already are together we won’t split them up,”
“Can’t people lie about that too?” Hermione asked.
“No, since we have a couple-tracker that can sense bonding. When two people form a relationship, a bond is created. Our trackers can sense these bonds and will simply leave them out when the concerned are chosen.” Amelia explained.
Hermione nodded. She had read about that in the paper when they explained how the people would be chosen to the “program”. She rose from her chair and said:
“I better continue working now,”
Amelia nodded and smiled friendly to Hermione before she walked out of the office.

. . .

Draco paced back and forth in his office on level five at the Ministry. He worked at the Department of International Magical Cooperation. He was the Head for the Trading and most of his days were spent talking to foreign magical governments. Wares they wanted to import and export, prices, safety and quality and quantity. He wasn’t good at any language except English but somehow he managed to get by. He thought that by forcing others to speak English he had an advantage and had the control.
But now he felt like he had zero control. He was nervous and couldn’t stop pacing. What if he was selected? Who would he get? The stupid Law Department refused to say a single word to him about it.
“Everything will be explained for the concerned,” was the only answered he got.
“Concerned” That word showed what they thought about the new law. They wanted distance from the law and refused to think of the victims as persons, but as “concerned”. He paced back and forth a little while more before he sat behind his desk. He was going to a floopowder meeting in fifteen minutes with the Egyptian Head of Trading to talk about the import of Sand of Time. The sand was used in Time-Turners and the Egyptians had put a higher price on it. It was Draco’s job to make sure that they got a discount on it by offering something of use to them.
He let out a frustrated growl before he rose once more and started to pace. He really didn’t want to get forced to marry a muggleborn. Although his family had left those views during the war to side with the Order, it was hard to teach an old hippogryph to behave, so to speak. He had a hard time just letting all his old beliefs go and start hugging the beings he used to hate. But his father had been worse. He had been forced to accept them at work, smile and talk to them. But at home he had cursed and threw things around him in anger. His mother had been a little bit easier. She didn’t like them, but she never really despised them either.
She had been on The Dark Lord’s side because her husband and her family had been. But in the end, it was she who had saved the family. She had talked sense into Lucius, telling him that the Order would win and You-know-who would fall. She had pointed out the advantages they would have if they changed side. The Dark Lord had looked down on them and mistreated them for years. They wouldn’t get the respect they deserved from him.
Reluctantly Lucius had agreed and they had sought out the Order and their leader, Kingsley who had taken over after Dumbledore’s death.
The information they had given had been useful and the victory was theirs. The Malfoy’s reputation had not been harmed and once again they were respected.
But Lucius had only died a year after the victory in scrofungulus, a very contagious disease. His mother became sick shortly after her husband did, but she survived. She now lived in a smaller house not far from the Manor. She knew that her boy would marry someday soon and she didn’t want to be in the way. She had hated when Lucius parents lived with them and watched her every move and told her that she was too young to look after the Manor. When they had died she had secretly done a victory dance and could finally take the role as the Mistress of Malfoy Manor. She refused to be like that to her future daughter-in-law. And now, that woman might be a muggleborn!
The clock in his office told him, literally, that his meeting was about to start. Draco sat down at his chair that stood in front of the fireplace and waited for the man to arrive in it.
He tried to push all thoughts of marriage away and focused on the meeting.

. . .

Hermione apparated outside the flat and then hurried inside the door. She looked around but it was empty. She shrugged it off and walked to the kitchen. It was medium sized apartment with three rooms, one kitchen and two bathrooms. One room was a living room with bookshelves and a muggle TV. Harry had also bought a PlayStation 2 console and a few games. He had taught Ron how to play and explained that it wasn’t real people in the TV.
Her kitchen was her favorite place second to her bedroom. It was painted white and had curtains in soft green pastels. She took out her favorite cup, a light purple cup with dark purple dots. She heated water on the stove and took out a teabag with strawberry flavor. While the water was getting warm, she walked to her room to change into her grey sweat pants and a light pink top. She brushed her hair and looked around. Her walls were white here too and her bed sheets were light pink. An old drawer stood in a corner with her clothes. On top of it were her jewelry and a green plant. She had a big comfy chair and a bookshelf behind it where she kept her favorite books. She walked out from her room and back in the kitchen again. The water was heated and she poured it in her cup.
The door opened and Harry came in.
“Oh, Hermione, you’re home early,” He said and for some reason, blushed.
“Yeah, I was done for the day and was too nervous to stay there,” she said and eyed him. “Where have you been?”
“Oh, just outside. For a walk,” he said and took off his coat. He came in to the kitchen and took a cup of tea.
“Okay, I’m glad you are home now. The letter can come any minute now, if it’s on its way,” she added.
“I promise to wait with you,” he said. Hermione looked at him carefully.
“Why aren’t you nervous at all? You may be on the list too. You’re not safe because you are a half-blood.”
“Well, you know. I haven’t thought about it really....”
“Or are you already seeing someone? So you’ll be safe from the tracker,” she slyly asked him.
Harry looked very nervous and a bit embarrassed but was saved by a soft knocking on the window. Hermione looked up terrified at the owl outside the window.
“Harry, do you recognize that owl?” she asked and slowly rose from her kitchen chair.
“Will you hit me if I say no?”
Hermione nodded and walked towards the window to let it in. It flew inside, circled around the kitchen, dropped the letter at the table and then flew out again. Hermione looked at the letter that carried her name on it. She closed her eyes and swallowed a few times before she reached out a very shaky hand and grabbed it.
“Please let it be work, please let it be work, let it be work...” she mumbled before she tore up the envelope.

. . .

Draco had just finished the meeting and felt disappointed. This was his worst meeting ever. The Egyptian refused to lower the price in exchange for something else. Draco had tried the best he could but the man seemed determined. Draco finished the meeting by saying he had to talk to his boss and would contact him later on this week. He took his wand and coat and apparated home for the day.
He stepped inside and called out for a house elf.
“Hemmy!” With a loud “pop” Hemmy appeared.
“Yes, sir?”
“Could you please fill the bath for me? I’m feeling tense and need a hot bath to calm down.”
“Yes, sir!” Hemmy said and disappeared. Before he walked upstairs he saw several white envelopes laying at the table in the “whiskey-room”. A small room with a fireplace, comfy chairs and a cabinet filled with firewhiskey. It was here he calmed down, read a book or enjoyed his friends company.
He picked up the envelopes and walked upstairs and then passed through the doors to his big room. He threw the letter on his big mahogany bed with green sheets. He walked to the big closet and started to undress and wrap a towel around his waist.
When he came back to the bed, he sighed and picked up the letters again and started to read them one by one. There were four letters in total. The first one was an invitation from his old friend Daphne Greengrass to a get-together with some other Slytherin’s this evening.
The second letter was work related. He opened the third letter and begun to read.
“Dear Mr. Malfoy... we would like to inform you... chosen to our program... a personality test and interview...” Draco looked up from the letter and shock waved over him. He was chosen. He had to marry a muggleborn witch and live with her.
The Malfoy heir would be a half-blood.

. . .

Hermione sat down on her chair and read the letter over and over again. She couldn’t believe it. She had been chosen. She was going to marry someone against her will. It could be anyone. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. Harry held her hand.
“It’ll be alright ‘Mione, They can’t force you to be married to him forever. Go to the meeting and see what happens. Maybe things will be solved out perfectly.”
“But who is ‘him’?” Hermione asked with panic rising inside of her. “What if he’s a scum?! They don’t list the others!” She re-read it again, just in case she missed a list of names.
“Or, he will be a great guy and it won’t be so bad. I’m sure you will be able to get out of this after some time.”
“You think?” Hermione couldn’t help it but sob. Tears ran freely down her cheek now and her eyes got that red edge around them.
“Yeah, they can’t be that crazy and force you to a lifetime of unhappiness. But hey, maybe it’s a good guy that you’ll be falling in love with and maybe stay with him.” Harry joked. Hermione laughed.
“Hehe, yeah right,” she said and wiped away the tears with a towel she found. “I better get ready. We promised Molly to come over for dinner tonight and I don’t want to be late.”
Harry nodded and followed after Hermione out from the kitchen.
“Hey, it’ll be alright. I promise you.” He kissed her on the forehead before he walked to his own room. Hermione nodded to herself. Yes, she would get through this and learn to be stronger on the way. Somehow, she would manage.

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