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Arranged Marriages
Title: Arranged Marriages
Author: Missi_Young
Archived: http://foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=14096 (author name missianne)
Summary: One shot that\'s been in my head. I\'m actually typing it on my cell phone, hiding from people!
Rating: Probably not much higher than PG-13, but you tell me
Pairings: HP/DM, VC/GW, GG/NL mentioned, no specifics
Feedback: Will trade cookies for feedback
Characters: Figure on all of them, and their kids
Beta’s: Not a one!
Author Notes: This is my first attempt at a one shot. I\'m still stuck with my inlaws, for a new reason I don\'t understand, so I snuck away at 1:30 a.m. to type this into my cell phone net connection (must retain sanity!)
Disclaimer: (This would be where the “I don’t own Harry Potter and make no money off this” would go)
**
Wizards and witches have fallen victim to arranged marriages for centuries. Neither the bride nor the groom are generally happy about it. In fact, the only truly happy people seem to be the arrangers. The betrothed couple are generally stuck with it, though. The contract is legally binding, and always put into place before the intendeds come of age, so that they cannot refuse it. So, sixteen year olds get married, are forced to have sex, forced to bear children. Sure, once in a while the couple ends up happy, but either way they are stuck, forced to remain in a relationship neither had a say in with no way to stop it and no way out. But sometimes...sometimes they just happen to find a loophole.
**
Draco Malfoy was properly feared and respected in Slytherin house, as was his right as a Malfoy. As his sixteenth birthday neared, Draco’s arrogance grew, as did his hidden trepidation. He knew that, as the Malfoy Heir, he would get his first responsibilities starting on his next birthday, since the birthday after that was his Aging and he’d be bonded before then. Draco would ‘find out’ who his intended was in six days, on Saturday the 12th of March, his birthday. His first responsibilities would be to inform him or her of their impending status and propose. New orders would come later, but those were the first-the ones he most wanted to avoid.
Lucius Malfoy had no idea that Draco knew. Draco had been in his father’s study (a serious offense in a Pure-blood household) and found his betrothal agreement when he was eight. Pansy Parkinson. They couldn’t stand each other-he’d rather marry Potty or the Weasel! Even the mudblood would be better than Pug-face Pansy! The Slytherin Prince was just waiting to get his copy of the agreement so that he could go over it with a fine-tooth comb-all contracts had loopholes, Draco just had to find his. He knew that he had a month before his father proposed to Pansy for him-all Slytherin’s looked for their way out first.
**
Saturday dawned bright and clear, much to Draco’s displeasure. If he had to get engaged to Parkinson, couldn’t it at least have the decency to rain?
**
A week later and Draco had all of Slytherin House helping him find his way out-this was the most airtight betrothal any of them had ever seen. Pansy didn’t seem to care one way or the other what happened, but Draco wanted it over with. Pansy’s half of the betrothal was simple enough-if she got pregnant by any wizard, spell, or potion then she would abort the child and immediately marry Draco. It said nothing about Creatures, so Pansy talked to her study-buddy Dean Thomas, who had Harry Potter write to Professor Lupin and see if he knew any teenaged werewolves who were interested in children. Lupin wrote her back directly, apologizing that no, he didn’t, but he would put the word out discretely for her. If nothing else, Lupin himself would impregnate the girl, or the COMC Professor, Hagrid, had offered (Pansy seemed to like the idea of a half-giant as a lover). Draco, however, was still stuck.
**
Finally, Pansy got tired of listening to Draco whine. With one week left to go, the wall to the Slytherin Commons slid open after supper on Friday to reveal all of the fifth through seventh years from the entire school. Apparently Pansy had asked Thomas to spread the word that they needed help. The Hufflepuffs came with food, the Ravenclaws and Granger had every book on betrothals/bondings and their relevant laws from the Library, and the other Gryffindors were there to read it from a strategic point of view and do as they were told.
Draco was beyond shocked when everyone walked in and deposited themselves on the floor, passing around snacks and books like it was a normal event. Even more astonishing was Harry Potter giving orders (and looking damn good doing it). Soon the entire research team had a copy of the betrothal and were reading it word for word, looking for weaknesses.
It was Potter that found it first. Potter, whom Draco had been attracted to for over a year. Potter, who’s face fueled his quiet fantasies behind the curtains of his bed and in his showers, “Harry” spilling from his lips in his pleasure.
“Hey, ‘Mione? Can I bounce something off you?”
“Sure thing, Harry!”
“*I, Lucius Zorfrand Malfoy, do hereby declare my son and heir, Draconis Lucius Severus Malfoy, betrothed to Pansy Partricia Parkinson. Should Draconis attempt to pre-empt this contract by impregnating another, be they witch wizard or creature, squib or muggle, that child shall be disowned and Draconis shall bond to Pansy and produce a rightful heir. Should Pansy be unable to bond, then Draconis shall be put to death and another heir sired by my marriage. Should Pansy attempt to cause harm to Draconis to pre-empt this contract she will be put into Azkaban. Should Draconis attempt to harm Pansy he shall be put to death. This is my oath as of this Fifteenth day of March, the year of his birth. This contract shall be activated by no later than the seventh of March, the year of his Aging.*
So, he can’t get anyone else pregnant, and if Pansy does her thing then he dies, right?”
Before Draco could snap at the obvious statement, Granger nodded and Potter continued.
“What if he gets pregnant? It doesn’t say anything about that.”
Silence fell instantly.
And then, “OF COURSE! Why the hell didn’t I think of that! Plus, Father would never expect me to actually get pregnant!”
So excited he didn’t notice what he was doing, Draco pulled Potter into a kiss before running out of the room to tell his Godfather that they’d found the loophole. Harry watched his crush (only secret to the boy himself) run from the room, trembling fingers resting on stupidly smiling lips.
**
Severus Snape was surprised, to say the least. Harry Potter had found a loophole that he hadn’t? When the man entered his House Commons, his surprise took on a touch of anger. What were so many people doing in Slytherin?
He was shown the contract again, and asked about the point they had found. Not only was it valid, but he could use a potion to ensure Draco got pregnant. Showing an out-of-character excitement, he pulled the raven-haired Gryffindor into a tight hug, thanking him profusely. Harry just blushed, lowering his eyes and mumbling that it was nothing he wouldn’t do for anyone else. Severus knew the boy was telling the truth and for the first time in his life silently thanked James Potter for breeding. His schoolyard enemy’s spawn had just saved his precious Godchild.
**
After everyone settled down, Severus assumed the non-Slytherin’s would leave. Potter surprised him again by standing seriously in front of the sofa where Snape and Draco sat, pointing out that they needed a “battle plan”. After all, Draco had less than a week to get the potion, take it, and get pregnant. Unfortunately, Draco wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, so things went silent while people thought of a way out of this. Finally, Potter decided to take control-again. (Even Severus had to admit that the boy was very sexually appealing when he did that.)
“Alright, this is stupid. There are over a hundred people in this room. One of us is going to father your child, so we should get to know each other and let you choose.”
Everyone agreed, and surprised Snape (again) by asking for Veritaserum to make things easier. The girls all followed Pansy down to Hagrid’s hut, where the Slytherin planned to ask him to sleep with her. Thankfully Dumbledore had agreed to overlook any Professor attempting to help a student out of an arranged marriage.
The fifty-plus boys sat around with tea and coffee and pumpkin juice, each preparing a list of questions. Before they’d done that more than a minute, Harry spoke up with, “So you’re all gay, then?”
Mass exodus, leaving twenty people, including Harry, Draco, and Snape.
“Single?”
Five were left then.
With a nod, Harry, turned to Draco and offered to take the truth serum first. Draco looked between his Godfather, who wasn’t competing, Harry, and his competition Greg Goyle and Neville Longbottom. Even Greg knew that Potter had won.
**
Two days later over a hundred people sat in the Great Hall after being threatened by an irate Medi-Witch. After shooing them from her ward, she then had to roust them from the hall outside it. Dumbledore sent the students to the Great Hall to await Draco. Today was the day he took his pregnancy test and, with three days left before he had to propose, they wanted to see if their hard work had been for nothing.
A grumpy Harry Potter sat at what was traditionally the Head Table with Greg and Neville standing in front on his left and Vince Crabbe and Ginny Weasley on his right.
“Ok, it says, ‘*Vincent Gregory Crabbe and Gregory Vincent Goyle has to be bonded. If they don’t wanna then they’s gotta bond with some other pure-blood first. This is my oath the day he was born and it activates the day before his Aging.*”
All five laughed at the simple wording and obvious loophole. Since Greg’s was the same verbatim, they really had no problems. They’d bond with the person they stood with-pure blooded witch and wizard with no betrothals.
Just then Draco came in eyes down, face hidden, obviously upset. Harry was out of his seat in a flash, jumping the table and pulling the blond into his arms. It took two hours to find out why he was so upset.
He’d only planned on one baby and “stupid sexy virile Potter knocked me up with four.” That said, Draco pulled the brunette (who’s lap he currently occupied-in Dumbledore’s chair, to the old man’s amusement) into a heated kiss and said, “You better take good care of me.”
**
Twelve years later was the first year ever that an entire graduating class attended the Sorting of the new first years. The fact that fully half of the new students were their children, conceived somewhere on these grounds, told the story as the Professor’s grew more and more alarmed (to their previous student’s amusement). Even those without children in attendance where there. Out of sixty new students, ten were muggleborn and twenty were magical creatures (goblins, giants, etc. Including house-elves). Ten new Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors apiece.
The rest, all thirty of them, became Slytherin’s.
Headmaster Snape burst into the first laughing fit anyone had ever seen when Minister Harry Potter hopped up on the Slytherin table and told his old schoolmates to pay up.
**Flashback**
At graduation there were forty seventeen-year-old’s and thirty one-year-old’s in attendance. As he stood to give a speech on his husband’s behalf, Harry Potter captured the crowd’s attention. When Draco returned with the now fed Sevvie, Jamie, Lily, and Cissy, his latest pregnancy obvious, the blond was pleasantly surprised to see the power and passion of his husband. While being Draco’s words (read verbatim, to his amusement) they were Harry’s emotion. At the end of the prepared speech, Harry had something else to say.
“And now, on behalf of myself, I’d like to point out that we’ve done some really great things here at Hogwarts. I’m not talking about defeating Voldemort when he tried to kidnap the entire nursery in March or convincing Hermione to give up on S.P.E.W.” Harry had to pause to let the laughter die down and dodge the copy of ‘Hogwarts: A History’ the Valedictorian threw at his head.
“I’m talking about this. This time two years ago we were a school divided. This time last year, we were united only so far as breaking legal documents was concerned.”
Again, he paused for laughter. Everyone had to admit that he had a point and the applause, not just for Harry but for themselves and each other, swelled to amazing levels. After nearly twenty minutes, where the family and friends in the audience admired their unity while being slightly confused all the same, the applause finally died and Harry said his last words at the podium.
“I bet you ten Galleons all of our kids are Slytherin’s.”
As one the graduates shouted, “You’re on, Potter!”
**End Flashback**
The professors who remembered what was unanimously called “THE Hogwarts Leaving Speech” burst out in cheers to see their old students honoring their bets. The students who’d heard the legend of this class, the class that unified the divided castle, watched in Hero Worship and Awe (to even think it in anything less than capital letters would be to dishonor it in some way, they were certain).
These were the people who had killed the Dark Lord to save their babies, who were now their schoolmates.
These were the people who had reformed the Wizarding World afterwards.
These were the people who had changed the way arranged marriages worked so that no one would be truly forced again. These were the ones who gave them the chance to make a choice in their own lives, who gave species kept ignorant before the right to knowledge and information.
The were the true Heros.
They had heard that the Minister (youngest in history, eighteen at his Inauguration, now barely thirty) was once called “The Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World.”
They knew better-the wizarding world had not one savior but over a hundred. A new renaissance had begun......all to get out of an arranged marriage.
Author: Missi_Young
Archived: http://foreverfandom.net/viewstory.php?sid=14096 (author name missianne)
Summary: One shot that\'s been in my head. I\'m actually typing it on my cell phone, hiding from people!
Rating: Probably not much higher than PG-13, but you tell me
Pairings: HP/DM, VC/GW, GG/NL mentioned, no specifics
Feedback: Will trade cookies for feedback
Characters: Figure on all of them, and their kids
Beta’s: Not a one!
Author Notes: This is my first attempt at a one shot. I\'m still stuck with my inlaws, for a new reason I don\'t understand, so I snuck away at 1:30 a.m. to type this into my cell phone net connection (must retain sanity!)
Disclaimer: (This would be where the “I don’t own Harry Potter and make no money off this” would go)
**
Wizards and witches have fallen victim to arranged marriages for centuries. Neither the bride nor the groom are generally happy about it. In fact, the only truly happy people seem to be the arrangers. The betrothed couple are generally stuck with it, though. The contract is legally binding, and always put into place before the intendeds come of age, so that they cannot refuse it. So, sixteen year olds get married, are forced to have sex, forced to bear children. Sure, once in a while the couple ends up happy, but either way they are stuck, forced to remain in a relationship neither had a say in with no way to stop it and no way out. But sometimes...sometimes they just happen to find a loophole.
**
Draco Malfoy was properly feared and respected in Slytherin house, as was his right as a Malfoy. As his sixteenth birthday neared, Draco’s arrogance grew, as did his hidden trepidation. He knew that, as the Malfoy Heir, he would get his first responsibilities starting on his next birthday, since the birthday after that was his Aging and he’d be bonded before then. Draco would ‘find out’ who his intended was in six days, on Saturday the 12th of March, his birthday. His first responsibilities would be to inform him or her of their impending status and propose. New orders would come later, but those were the first-the ones he most wanted to avoid.
Lucius Malfoy had no idea that Draco knew. Draco had been in his father’s study (a serious offense in a Pure-blood household) and found his betrothal agreement when he was eight. Pansy Parkinson. They couldn’t stand each other-he’d rather marry Potty or the Weasel! Even the mudblood would be better than Pug-face Pansy! The Slytherin Prince was just waiting to get his copy of the agreement so that he could go over it with a fine-tooth comb-all contracts had loopholes, Draco just had to find his. He knew that he had a month before his father proposed to Pansy for him-all Slytherin’s looked for their way out first.
**
Saturday dawned bright and clear, much to Draco’s displeasure. If he had to get engaged to Parkinson, couldn’t it at least have the decency to rain?
**
A week later and Draco had all of Slytherin House helping him find his way out-this was the most airtight betrothal any of them had ever seen. Pansy didn’t seem to care one way or the other what happened, but Draco wanted it over with. Pansy’s half of the betrothal was simple enough-if she got pregnant by any wizard, spell, or potion then she would abort the child and immediately marry Draco. It said nothing about Creatures, so Pansy talked to her study-buddy Dean Thomas, who had Harry Potter write to Professor Lupin and see if he knew any teenaged werewolves who were interested in children. Lupin wrote her back directly, apologizing that no, he didn’t, but he would put the word out discretely for her. If nothing else, Lupin himself would impregnate the girl, or the COMC Professor, Hagrid, had offered (Pansy seemed to like the idea of a half-giant as a lover). Draco, however, was still stuck.
**
Finally, Pansy got tired of listening to Draco whine. With one week left to go, the wall to the Slytherin Commons slid open after supper on Friday to reveal all of the fifth through seventh years from the entire school. Apparently Pansy had asked Thomas to spread the word that they needed help. The Hufflepuffs came with food, the Ravenclaws and Granger had every book on betrothals/bondings and their relevant laws from the Library, and the other Gryffindors were there to read it from a strategic point of view and do as they were told.
Draco was beyond shocked when everyone walked in and deposited themselves on the floor, passing around snacks and books like it was a normal event. Even more astonishing was Harry Potter giving orders (and looking damn good doing it). Soon the entire research team had a copy of the betrothal and were reading it word for word, looking for weaknesses.
It was Potter that found it first. Potter, whom Draco had been attracted to for over a year. Potter, who’s face fueled his quiet fantasies behind the curtains of his bed and in his showers, “Harry” spilling from his lips in his pleasure.
“Hey, ‘Mione? Can I bounce something off you?”
“Sure thing, Harry!”
“*I, Lucius Zorfrand Malfoy, do hereby declare my son and heir, Draconis Lucius Severus Malfoy, betrothed to Pansy Partricia Parkinson. Should Draconis attempt to pre-empt this contract by impregnating another, be they witch wizard or creature, squib or muggle, that child shall be disowned and Draconis shall bond to Pansy and produce a rightful heir. Should Pansy be unable to bond, then Draconis shall be put to death and another heir sired by my marriage. Should Pansy attempt to cause harm to Draconis to pre-empt this contract she will be put into Azkaban. Should Draconis attempt to harm Pansy he shall be put to death. This is my oath as of this Fifteenth day of March, the year of his birth. This contract shall be activated by no later than the seventh of March, the year of his Aging.*
So, he can’t get anyone else pregnant, and if Pansy does her thing then he dies, right?”
Before Draco could snap at the obvious statement, Granger nodded and Potter continued.
“What if he gets pregnant? It doesn’t say anything about that.”
Silence fell instantly.
And then, “OF COURSE! Why the hell didn’t I think of that! Plus, Father would never expect me to actually get pregnant!”
So excited he didn’t notice what he was doing, Draco pulled Potter into a kiss before running out of the room to tell his Godfather that they’d found the loophole. Harry watched his crush (only secret to the boy himself) run from the room, trembling fingers resting on stupidly smiling lips.
**
Severus Snape was surprised, to say the least. Harry Potter had found a loophole that he hadn’t? When the man entered his House Commons, his surprise took on a touch of anger. What were so many people doing in Slytherin?
He was shown the contract again, and asked about the point they had found. Not only was it valid, but he could use a potion to ensure Draco got pregnant. Showing an out-of-character excitement, he pulled the raven-haired Gryffindor into a tight hug, thanking him profusely. Harry just blushed, lowering his eyes and mumbling that it was nothing he wouldn’t do for anyone else. Severus knew the boy was telling the truth and for the first time in his life silently thanked James Potter for breeding. His schoolyard enemy’s spawn had just saved his precious Godchild.
**
After everyone settled down, Severus assumed the non-Slytherin’s would leave. Potter surprised him again by standing seriously in front of the sofa where Snape and Draco sat, pointing out that they needed a “battle plan”. After all, Draco had less than a week to get the potion, take it, and get pregnant. Unfortunately, Draco wasn’t seeing anyone at the moment, so things went silent while people thought of a way out of this. Finally, Potter decided to take control-again. (Even Severus had to admit that the boy was very sexually appealing when he did that.)
“Alright, this is stupid. There are over a hundred people in this room. One of us is going to father your child, so we should get to know each other and let you choose.”
Everyone agreed, and surprised Snape (again) by asking for Veritaserum to make things easier. The girls all followed Pansy down to Hagrid’s hut, where the Slytherin planned to ask him to sleep with her. Thankfully Dumbledore had agreed to overlook any Professor attempting to help a student out of an arranged marriage.
The fifty-plus boys sat around with tea and coffee and pumpkin juice, each preparing a list of questions. Before they’d done that more than a minute, Harry spoke up with, “So you’re all gay, then?”
Mass exodus, leaving twenty people, including Harry, Draco, and Snape.
“Single?”
Five were left then.
With a nod, Harry, turned to Draco and offered to take the truth serum first. Draco looked between his Godfather, who wasn’t competing, Harry, and his competition Greg Goyle and Neville Longbottom. Even Greg knew that Potter had won.
**
Two days later over a hundred people sat in the Great Hall after being threatened by an irate Medi-Witch. After shooing them from her ward, she then had to roust them from the hall outside it. Dumbledore sent the students to the Great Hall to await Draco. Today was the day he took his pregnancy test and, with three days left before he had to propose, they wanted to see if their hard work had been for nothing.
A grumpy Harry Potter sat at what was traditionally the Head Table with Greg and Neville standing in front on his left and Vince Crabbe and Ginny Weasley on his right.
“Ok, it says, ‘*Vincent Gregory Crabbe and Gregory Vincent Goyle has to be bonded. If they don’t wanna then they’s gotta bond with some other pure-blood first. This is my oath the day he was born and it activates the day before his Aging.*”
All five laughed at the simple wording and obvious loophole. Since Greg’s was the same verbatim, they really had no problems. They’d bond with the person they stood with-pure blooded witch and wizard with no betrothals.
Just then Draco came in eyes down, face hidden, obviously upset. Harry was out of his seat in a flash, jumping the table and pulling the blond into his arms. It took two hours to find out why he was so upset.
He’d only planned on one baby and “stupid sexy virile Potter knocked me up with four.” That said, Draco pulled the brunette (who’s lap he currently occupied-in Dumbledore’s chair, to the old man’s amusement) into a heated kiss and said, “You better take good care of me.”
**
Twelve years later was the first year ever that an entire graduating class attended the Sorting of the new first years. The fact that fully half of the new students were their children, conceived somewhere on these grounds, told the story as the Professor’s grew more and more alarmed (to their previous student’s amusement). Even those without children in attendance where there. Out of sixty new students, ten were muggleborn and twenty were magical creatures (goblins, giants, etc. Including house-elves). Ten new Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors apiece.
The rest, all thirty of them, became Slytherin’s.
Headmaster Snape burst into the first laughing fit anyone had ever seen when Minister Harry Potter hopped up on the Slytherin table and told his old schoolmates to pay up.
**Flashback**
At graduation there were forty seventeen-year-old’s and thirty one-year-old’s in attendance. As he stood to give a speech on his husband’s behalf, Harry Potter captured the crowd’s attention. When Draco returned with the now fed Sevvie, Jamie, Lily, and Cissy, his latest pregnancy obvious, the blond was pleasantly surprised to see the power and passion of his husband. While being Draco’s words (read verbatim, to his amusement) they were Harry’s emotion. At the end of the prepared speech, Harry had something else to say.
“And now, on behalf of myself, I’d like to point out that we’ve done some really great things here at Hogwarts. I’m not talking about defeating Voldemort when he tried to kidnap the entire nursery in March or convincing Hermione to give up on S.P.E.W.” Harry had to pause to let the laughter die down and dodge the copy of ‘Hogwarts: A History’ the Valedictorian threw at his head.
“I’m talking about this. This time two years ago we were a school divided. This time last year, we were united only so far as breaking legal documents was concerned.”
Again, he paused for laughter. Everyone had to admit that he had a point and the applause, not just for Harry but for themselves and each other, swelled to amazing levels. After nearly twenty minutes, where the family and friends in the audience admired their unity while being slightly confused all the same, the applause finally died and Harry said his last words at the podium.
“I bet you ten Galleons all of our kids are Slytherin’s.”
As one the graduates shouted, “You’re on, Potter!”
**End Flashback**
The professors who remembered what was unanimously called “THE Hogwarts Leaving Speech” burst out in cheers to see their old students honoring their bets. The students who’d heard the legend of this class, the class that unified the divided castle, watched in Hero Worship and Awe (to even think it in anything less than capital letters would be to dishonor it in some way, they were certain).
These were the people who had killed the Dark Lord to save their babies, who were now their schoolmates.
These were the people who had reformed the Wizarding World afterwards.
These were the people who had changed the way arranged marriages worked so that no one would be truly forced again. These were the ones who gave them the chance to make a choice in their own lives, who gave species kept ignorant before the right to knowledge and information.
The were the true Heros.
They had heard that the Minister (youngest in history, eighteen at his Inauguration, now barely thirty) was once called “The Boy Who Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World.”
They knew better-the wizarding world had not one savior but over a hundred. A new renaissance had begun......all to get out of an arranged marriage.