Potions and Parchment Match

Draco walked into the headmistress’s office and saw an obvious Muggle couple. They could only be Hermione’s parents. Mrs. Granger looked like an older version of her daughter minus the curls and the man had short brown hair that curled into frizz like his daughters. They were obviously upset. His mother sat smiling on the other side of the room. She looked rather pleased with herself. Draco smiled at his mother while he thought that this could not be good.

“Hello, Mother,” he said leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Hello, Draco. How have you been, dear?”

“Mum? Dad?” Hermione gasped seeing her parents sitting uncomfortably in the room.

“Hermione!” her mother gasped and then jumped up and threw her arms around her daughter. “We were so worried!” she cried.

Hermione looked at her father who had also stood up in concern. “What’s going on?” she asked.

“We got your owl! They can’t force you to marry, Hermione! You are underage!”

Hermione knew that this was going to be a problem. “Actually, Mum, in the Wizarding world I am of age. Here you are an adult at seventeen.”

“Well in our world you are still just a child, and it is our world that counts!” her mother said indignantly.

“Mrs. Granger, perhaps we could sit down and talk about this? Would you care for some tea?” Narcissa Malfoy asked.

“Who are you?” Mrs. Granger demanded.

Mrs. Malfoy smiled. “I am Narcissa Malfoy. I am Draco’s mother.”

“Who is Draco?” Mr. Granger demanded. He looked over to the blond young man and asked, “Are you Draco?”

Draco walked over to Mr. Granger and held out his hand. “I am Draco Malfoy, sir. I am Hermione’s fiancé.”

Both Grangers gasped and Mr. Granger snapped back the hand that he had automatically held out to take Draco’s in. “You are most certainly not!” he shouted. “My daughter is only seventeen years old, and not old enough to marry anyone!”

Professor McGonagall sighed. She knew that this was only the first of the meetings she would be having with the parents of the Muggle born students. “Mr. And Mrs. Granger, please, won’t you sit. We can discuss this reasonably.”

The Grangers sat down pulling Hermione down in between them and glaring at the Malfoy’s. “I am sorry, Professor McGonagall, but there really is not anything to discuss. Our mind is made up!” Mrs. Granger stated. “Our daughter will not be marrying anyone!”

“You are aware that she will loose her wand and her magic will be taken away from her?” Narcissa asked.

“She lived the first half of her life without magic, she can adapt.”

Hermione gasped. “Mum!”

“Hush, Hermione! We know what is best for you,” her mother said.

“Dad!” she shrieked. “You can’t be serious!”

Her father looked at her and then her mother and sighed. “Hermione, you are just to young to take such a big step. Your mother and I are only doing what is best for you.”

Hermione jumped up and glared at her parents. “You are not doing what is best for me! I can’t live without my magic! You don’t understand! It’s not a choice that I have made to be magical; it’s who I am! I can no longer live without my magic than you can go without breathing! I know that you think that you are doing what is right for me, but you are wrong!” she cried.

“Hermione Granger, do not speak to your mother that way!” her father shouted.

“I am speaking to both of you this way! I am no longer a little girl! I am an adult old enough to make my own decisions! I will not loose my wand, and if that means that I must marry Draco Malfoy, then so be it!”

“You can’t mean that, Hermione! What about your education, your dreams?” her mother cried.

“Draco and I have already discussed this. I will still go to the university. I will still have my dreams. Being a wife will not change that!”

“How can it not? Do you think that it easy being a wife? What about when you have children? How can you be a good wife and mother while you are in school?”

“Mum!” Hermione cried blushing. “I’m not even married yet! Can we wait on the grandchildren until after the wedding?” she demanded.

“Mrs. Granger, perhaps I can tell you about how they were matched,” Mrs. McGonagall said. “There is old magic that is used to perform a test. It uses blood and mixes with a potion. The potion is then dropped onto magical parchment and then a name appears. This name is the person who matches the blood donor the most. Mr. Malfoy is essentially her soul mate. He is matched with her intellectually. There will be a strong chemistry between them. They would have been matched on compatible temperaments. There is no better match than Mr. Malfoy.”

“Perhaps, I can tell you about our family,” Narcissa said with a smile. “The Malfoy’s are one of the oldest families in the Wizarding world. My family is the Blacks. Perhaps you might even know that my cousin was Harry Potters godfather? The Malfoy family is extremely well off and Draco will be able to give Hermione every thing that she could ever wish for. Their children will be well placed in society and want for nothing,” she said with a smile.

Hermione was relieved that Mrs. Malfoy did not mention anything to do with blood status. Her parents knew about the pureblood beliefs of the Wizarding world and they would not have been happy to hear it. Her relief came to soon when her father asked, “Are you from a pureblood family, Mrs. Malfoy?”

Hermione closed her eyes and waited for the fireworks to go off. “My family is small, Mr. Granger. The war has killed off what little there was. There is only Draco and myself and a few extended cousins. Those of us who are left do not care about such things as blood status, we care more about judging a person by their own individual characteristics.”

Hermione wasn’t her mother’s daughter for nothing though. “So I take it that means that you are a Pureblood, Mrs. Malfoy?”

“Yes, our family is a pureblood family. However, I know that you daughter has a very close association with the Weasley family, who are also a Pureblood family,” she said with another smile. “In fact, Molly Weasley is related to me.”

Hermione almost laughed when she saw the look on Draco’s face. He was not happy with his mother giving away that secret. “Mr. Malfoy, how do you feel about our daughter?” Mrs. Granger asked.

“Please, just call me Draco. I have known Hermione for seven years, although we do not know each other very well. We are in different houses and do not see each other very often outside of classes. Hermione and I have competed for the position of top of our class since our first year so there has always been a bit of a rivalry between us.”

“That does not tell me how you feel about this,” she said.

Draco knew where Hermione got it from. Her mother was as tenacious as the daughter was. “I don’t know how I feel about Hermione. I only know who she is, not who she is inside. Hermione has always just been the girl who sometimes got better grades than I did.”

“At least you are honest and did not feed us a line. I know who you are Mr. Malfoy. You are the boy who called her names for years. You are the boy who taunted her and her friends because you thought them beneath you for not being part of your pureblood world. I don’t know how you can possibly think that we could be happy with this,” she said angrily. “You and your mother spout pretty words to sugar coat the truth, but we already know it.”

“Mrs. Granger, I can not change how I was in the past. You are correct. I was not the nicest person to Hermione. I taunted her for being Muggle born because that was what was expected of me. I am not sure how much of our world you know, or what about the war you really can understand. My father was a death eater. He was the right hand man of Voldemort. Voldemort was a disgusting, vile creature who made his followers do evil and vile things. I was raised by my father to spout Voldemort’s pureblood rhetoric, but it was all crap! Did you know that Voldemort wasn’t even a pureblood? He was born from a pureblood and a Muggle father.” Draco stood and paced through the room thinking of his next words carefully.

“I did not believe his beliefs even though it was expected of me by my father. I did what I could to help the light side. I had to be a certain way in public so that my life was not forfeit. If it were know that I was not loyal Voldemort would have killed my mother and I. It was the happiest day of my life the day that my father died. I knew that I would not have to ever pretend in my own home again how I really felt. When Harry Potter defeated Voldemort I was finally free. I still reside in this castle full of children of death eaters. I cannot announce to the public what my part in this war was or my family would still be in danger. I must continue as I have begun. I can say though, that with this marriage law there will be many Muggle and pureblood marriages and things should start to change. I will treat your daughter with respect and hopefully we can build on that.”

Mrs. Granger looked into Draco’s eyes for a long moment and then turned away. She was torn. She could tell that the young man was telling the truth but it did not make it any easier for her. “Hermione, I would like to speak with you alone,” she said.

“I’ll come with you,” Mr. Granger said standing.

“No, Jim, I would like to speak to her alone. Girl talk, if you will.”

Mr. Granger sat back down.

Hermione followed her mother out into the hallway. She didn’t know what her mother wanted and was stunned already with everything that had been said.

“Hermione, how do you feel about Draco?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. The professor said that you would be matched based off of chemistry. Is there a chemistry between you?”

Hermione blushed and nodded.

“Have you kissed?”

“Mum!” she said blushing brighter.

Jane Granger sighed. She could tell by her daughters face what the answer to that was. “How did you feel?”

“It was so weird. It was different than anything I have ever felt before,” she said softly.

“And have you been kissing many boys around here?” her mother teased.

“Mum!” Hermione said blushing again. “When Draco kisses me I forget to breath. I feel electricity run through my veins and I forget everything else around me. When he touches me nothing else exists.”

Her mother sighed again and looked at her daughter. “Do you think he can make you happy?”

Hermione shrugged. “I don’t know. I don’t know him at all. He was right about that. We know who each other is but that is all.”

“Do you think that you would be safe with him?”

Hermione nodded. “I know that he wouldn’t hurt me. I think he was telling the truth about wanting his freedom.”

“I really hate this, Hermione! I was so looking forward to you coming home. Now I am about to loose you again!” she said crying.

“Oh, Mum! You’re not going to loose me. We will still see each other!”

“Where will you live?”

“At Malfoy Manor,” she said.

“Where is that?” she asked.

Hermione thought for a moment. “I have no idea,” she laughed.

Ginny saw Blaise sitting alone at the Slytherin table in the great hall and decided to try and speak to him. Since they had found out about their match neither one of them had acknowledged the other.

“Hello,” she said softly.

Blaise looked up in surprise. “Hi,” he said nervously.

“Can I join you?”

He motioned for the seat across from him and she sat. “So,” she said.

“So,” he echoed.

Ginny sighed. This wasn’t going to be easy. “Our mothers have already begun to plan our wedding and we haven’t even spoken yet.”

Blaise nodded. “I was thinking of that earlier today.”

“Kind of strange, isn’t it?”

“A bit, I guess.”

Ginny waited for him to say something else and then rolled her eyes. He obviously wasn’t much of a conversationalist. “Well,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“I guess that I’ll go then. See you,” she said standing.

“Wait!” he said grabbing her arm.

Ginny turned and looked at him. She waited a moment and he was still silent. She sat back down and looked at him. “This isn’t a good way to start a marriage,” she said.

“No, it isn’t is it?”

“So now what?” she demanded.

“I don’t know. I don’t even know what to say to you. This is the strangest situation I have ever found myself in, and I can tell you that as Draco Malfoy’s best friend I have found myself in some strange situations.”

Ginny grinned. “Try being the sister of Harry Potters best friend. You want to talk about weird situations!”

“I would imagine. I don’t know anything about you, Ginny.”

“I don’t know anything about you either.”

“I didn’t even know that there was so many kids in your family until Ron told me that you had six older brothers.”

Ginny smiled. “Don’t worry about them. I’ve got so much dirt on them that are terrified of me!” she said grinning.

“My mum owled this morning and said that we are getting married on the thirty-first.”

“Yeah, I got an owl too. I think that they are having a great time with this.”

“I wish that I was,” he muttered.

“Are you disappointed with this match?”


“I wouldn’t say disappointed. It’s just weird. I always thought that I would know the woman I married.”

“What do you want to know?”

“I don’t know, what do you want to tell me?”

Ginny laughed. “I don’t even know what to tell you. How about my name? I am Ginevra Molly Weasley. My birthday is August 11th.”

Blaise grinned. “I already knew that about you. It was on the marriage contract.”

“Marriage contract?”

Blaise nodded. “My family always has the one marrying into it sign a marriage contract. Haven’t you gotten it yet?”

“I don’t have any idea what you are talking about. What is it?”

“It’s just a contract regarding settlements and property division of heirs. It also states that in the event of my death that our children will remain with my family.”

“What?” she gasped.

“It’s quite standard in my family.”

“Well it’s not standard in mine! I would never give up my children!”

“But it’s always been that way. Zabini heirs stay in the Zabini family!”

Ginny stood up and glared at him with her hands on her hips. “Weasley children stay with their mothers!”

Blaise stood and glared back at her as well. “Our children will not be Weasley’s, they will be Zabini’s!”

Ginny whipped out her wand and pointed it at her fiancé. “Any children that I give birth to will still be a Weasley!”

“When you marry me you will no longer be a Weasley!” he shouted.

She muttered a curse and flicked her wand at his mouth. Immediately a piece of sticky tape covered his lips. “Oh yes I will!” she said stomping out of the room.

Ron, who had walked in the room to hear most of their shouting match laughed. “You don’t even know what you’ve gotten yourself into, Zabini!” he laughed as he watched the wizard struggle to remove the tape from his mouth. “Last time she used that curse on me, I was removing glue for a week!”


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