Summer Forces

Hermione Granger was pissed. Not angry. Not frustrated. But royally pissed off. She had gone to talk to Minister Kingsley but there was nothing he could do about the marriage law. Hermione was taken to the third floor to get tested for her new spouse. After going through the process, she was told that she would be owled the results later that evening. After returning to the Burrow, Harry and Ron bombarded her with questions.

“So you’re telling me Kingsley can’t do anything?” Harry asked as he sat holding her hands. When Hermione shook her head, a silent tear slipped down her cheek.

“This is fucked up! Knowing the Ministry, you’ll end up with some pompous arse!” Ron yelled. His fist hit the table so hard a cup of tea fell over.

Ron’s yelling sent Mrs. Weasley into the room. When she noticed Hermione in tears, she scurried over to the table and pulled her into a mothering hug.

“It’ll be all right, Hermione. I’m sure you’ll get a strapping young fellow,” Molly said while soothing down Hermione’s mass of curls. Just then an owl flew through the window and landed on the kitchen counter. Slowly Hermione crept over to the bird; almost as if she was afraid it would turn into Voldemort and kill everyone in the room. Taking the letter from the owl, she tore open the envelope. Quickly scanning the letter, tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Oh my God,” she gasped before dropping the parchment.

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Lucius was in his study reading over the parchment that arrived earlier that evening. He had read and reread the letter for hours. Each time after finishing, he would pace the room; poor himself some of Ogden’s finest, gulp it done, and then throw the flask into the fire.

Laying his face in his hands, Lucius closed his eyes and tried to get rid of the awful thoughts he had built up. His head was filled with the horrors to come. A mudblood. He, Lucius Malfoy, Pureblood extraordinaire, was going to be bound to a mudblood.

“Malfoy’s don’t share. How will I share a house with her. Or a meal with her. Even worst! How will I share a bed with her!” Lucius exclaimed.

Looking back down at the parchment he saw the name scrawled at the bottom of the letter.

Hermione Granger.

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Hello my lovely readers!

I'm so sorry i haven't posted in a while! i've been going through some rough times times :/

But... I still have no clue what way im headed for this story so, if there are any inputs I will really appreciate it! I will hopefully start some smut after the next chapter. wink wink ;)

xoxo Mrs.Malfoyy