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Not My Idea	By : KissingDementors Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Hermione/Voldemort Views: 5293 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I own the characters. I do not make any money from this work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-In which Hermione writes her Last Will and Testament
- 2-In Which Two Brilliant Individuals Scheme
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AN: Warnings are subject to change, they're mostly just a guess of what may be in this story. I currently have no beta (as stated on my profile) so please bear with any mistakes I make.

I have decided to use the vastly cliche and overused Marriage Law since it is my firm belief every Fanfiction Author should abuse at least one overly used plot in their lifetime. Enjoy.

Chapter One - In which Hermione writes her Last Will and Testament

There it was, on the front page of the Daily Prophet, as glaringly obvious as a giant neon sign reading 'THE MINISTRY IS FULL OF IDIOTS'.

Starting today, August 7th, 1996, the Marriage law will be taken into effect. All unmarried and of age wizards and witches will be required by law to marry the witch or wizard chosen for them by the Ministry. This is a brilliant move made by the ministry to help not only repopulate the dwindling numbers of the wizarding community but to also help promote acceptance between Muggleborns and Purebloods.

Hermione clutched the newspaper in her hands, unwilling to read any further. Oh yes, she understood exactly what the Ministry was doing, and no matter how much the Daily prophet sugar coated it, it still remained the most ridiculous law and move they could ever make. Basically they were going to match up Muggleborns with Purebloods and hope for the best. Resisting the urge to bang her head on the wooden kitchen table she tossed away the paper and picked up the thick creme envelope addressed to her from the Ministry. Moment of truth, who was she saddled with? If it was that ponce Malfoy she would take her punishment. She would rather be thrown out from the wizarding world and obliviated of all memories than be married to the little ferret.

With a delicate shudder she slowly inserted her finger and broke the wax seal, with building dread she pulled out the heavy parchment and skimmed over the letter, ignoring the bits about the Ministry talking about their amazing plan and how they just knew everyone would be tickled pink with having forced arranged marriages.

You will be required to marry within a month and consummate on your wedding night to prevent an annulment of the marriage. You will be required to produce at least two children within the first five years of marriage unless either are found to be medically incapable of having children.

Well I already knew that, she internally snarked at whoever wrote the letter, the stipulations of the marriage law have only been all over every wizarding paper for the past month. With lips pursed in annoyance she finally reached the part she was dreading the most. The man she would have to marry, clear as day, read as: Tom Marvolo Riddle.

Now normally Hermione wasn't one to use explicit language so when she suddenly started spewing out cuss words like a sailor immediately everyone in the burrow started charging into the kitchen, wands at the ready as they glanced around looking for Death Eaters or an attacker of sorts.

"Hermione?" Harry looked at her in confusion, his facial expression clearly shouting Why the hell are you yelling profanities as a piece of parchment.

"Harry, you know about the marriage law?" Hermione glanced at him, still holding the piece of parchment. Her face was pale and her mind was already starting to plan out her Will. She would give her books to Ginny, she could use them next year. Her study plan would go to Ron and Harry because they clearly would need it.

"Of course Hermione, but your birthday isn't for another month." He looked at the parchment in her hand, eyes slowly narrowing, "What are you holding?"

"Think, Harry. Third year."

You could tell he was slightly confused at first but slowly it began to dawn on him. Third year, the time turner. Who knows how many extra hours Hermione had used it for. She could even be 19 for all he knew. "Oh."

"Yes, oh." She began pacing, her wild curls bouncing with each step, they appeared to be full of magic or static energy and they seemed to expand before everyone's eyes. The Weasley's, excluding Ginny and Ron, still looked slightly confused since they didn't know about Hermione's time-turner. "And it gets worse."

"How bad could it be Hermione, it's not like you got stuck with the ferret." Ron finally spoke up, trying to calm his friend down a little bit, after all it was only a month early. No big deal.

Without a word she shoved the parchment towards the two boys who read it together, she could tell when they got to the part of who she was paired with because one went white as a sheet and the other was turning red.

"The bloody wanker planned this!" Ron was shouting now, his face was an angry puce color and he completely ignored Mrs. Weasley's reprimand on his language.

Harry looked up at Hermione, "He must have. He just wants to get at me through you. There's nothing to stop him from killing you or torturing you once you're married. If you refuse, you'll be banished and obliviated. If you don't refuse you'll be murdered, or worse." Harry was nearly white as a ghost now, his green eyes took on a dull look. The last time she had seen his eyes go like that was. . . No she wouldn't think about that.

"Maybe the Ministry will change it." Ron offered, trying to be helpful.

Hermione rolled her eyes and threw her arms in the air with exasperation, "Afraid not Ron. All matches are final no matter what. The Ministry has been saying this for over a month now. I'm pretty much screwed." She rubbed her forehead feeling a nasty headache coming on before looking to the rest of the Weasley's who had been politely watching the whole interaction quietly. Which was highly out of character, especially for Fred and George. "I've been matched with Tom Riddle." She finally explained.

All of them except Ginny looked at her in confusion, the name had sounded familiar but they couldn't place it. It had been years since the Diary incident. "As in, Lord Voldemort. I've been matched up with Lord Voldemort. Now, if you'll please excuse me. I think I need some time alone." Hermione turned away from their horrified and pitying faces and left the Burrow to sit under her favorite tree. Normally she would go there to read, but now she needed the spot to think.

She could say no and be banished. She could forget about everyone and live a muggle life never knowing why weird things would sometimes happen around her. This would be the far easier choice since the Ministry was required to forge her muggle records to help supply her with a job. No more war. But could she really do that? Would she be able to leave everyone and everything she strived so hard for. What if Voldemort won because she didn't try to help stop him. Harry and Ron needed her, she couldn't abandon them. So that left Hermione two other options.

Option one involved marrying Voldemort and being killed. After all he was already wanted so there was nothing stopping him from killing her. Option two involved marrying Voldemort and him not killing her, which could be infinitely worse since it meant she would have to. . . . No not thinking about that, she reprimanded herself. She could try to help Harry, and she would be at Hogwarts most of the year anyway. Who knows, maybe she could get valuable information for the Order. Not likely. Like Voldemort would allow that. It was worth a try though.

Mind made up she quietly went to the room she shared with Ginny and pulled out a blank sheet of parchment, a quill and an inkwell. With determination she began to write on the parchment, knowing that the sooner she got it out of the way the better.

I, Hermione Jean Granger, while of sound mind and body, do bequeath all my school books to Ginevra Molly Weasley. . .

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Voldemort crumpled the piece of parchment in his hand before burning it , normally the fact that the Ministry was so pathetically stupid would make him gleeful, after all their stupidity was his gain. But this, this took the award for all things idiotic. They actually did it. They paired up the mighty Lord Voldemort, heir to Salazar Slytherin, with a filthy Mudblood. Harry Potter's best friend no less. His anger knew no bounds as he studied the hand holding his wand.

Someone would die for this, make no mistake of that. And while he tortured the insipid idiot who came up with this law he would make sure they regretted it, they would be begging for Lord Voldemort's forgiveness. Begging for death, and he being the merciful Lord he was, would give them their wish when he felt they deserved it.

His facial expression had remained stoic and calm during his inner musings, but slowly his mouth began to curve up into a cold smile. He could use this to his advantage. After all, the girl was bosom buddies with the Potter brat. He would extract every piece of information from the girls mind and as a reward he would grant her release from this world and her filthy existence. Yes, this could definitely work to Lord Voldemort's advantage.
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