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The Mandatory Reproduction Statute	By : Juliesnaps Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 20930 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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I couldn't believe the ministry was making me do this. Me, Hermione Granger, subject to a mandatory population increase. After the war there had been a severe dip in the Wizarding population in Great Britain. The Ministry's solution was to make eligible bachelors and bachelorettes pair up by luck of the draw. My name got drawn two weeks ago.

The person standing across from me was not who I had wanted in life. Not by any stretch. I was grateful that he had survived, that Fawkes had come in time to save him from Nagini. He had proven himself a brave and worthy man, we would surely have lost the war without his effort. But still, I would always see him as my Potions Master, Head of Slytherin House. Professor Severus Snape.

I know many of you might wonder if I am standing across from Snape, if my name was drawn, where in Merlin's name is Ron? Well, during my seventh year, Ron and Harry started Auror training. I saw both very infrequently and at some point Ron ended up in Susan Bones' knickers. Which resulted in a child. He claimed he was lonely, missed me and was only with her out of extreme depression. But he loved the baby, Fred, and couldn't leave Susan to raise his child by herself. As I write these lines, Susan is carrying baby number three.

I had dated, I had tried. Krum had made a repeat appearance, it was short lived but physically satisfactory. I'd dated a muggle or two, but it got complicated once funny things started happening. For a while Harry and I got much too friendly, but he and Ginny patched things up and that was the end of that. A desperate one off with Dean Thomas had been the biggest mistake I'd ever made.

That is how I found myself at this side of the table. A contract between myself and a man twenty years my senior, stating that we will become pregnant within the year or we will be fined and rematched. An official of the new Reproduction Department stood at the head, staring at us intently. We each held a quill in our hand, mine dipped in pink ink while his was blue. Why would they need to do something as childish as identifying the male and female person with such a basic as color?

"Any day now," the Ministry official said with an airy tone. It reminded me of Luna. I missed her light hearted banter, but she was off saving the world with spell inventions and baby number one.

The anger I felt at the ministry was in a constant battle with the jealousy I felt toward my friends. They were all married or having babies and therefore exempt from the Mandatory Reproduction Statute. I wanted to decide who I slept with, who I reproduced with. For the next year I would have no choice in the matter, I wouldn't have a choice until I got pregnant. At that point we could choose to stay together or move on, but we'd get paired until we each had two biological children. I would have to carry two children to term, possibly with a man I had never met. I had gotten lucky this time around, at least I knew Severus Snape. Or so I thought.

I heard him clear his throat, "ladies first." All eyes were on me with those words. I could feel the dazed Ministry official looking at me with a glazed over look. This had to be ceremony one of a million. Harry, my witness, tightened his arm around Ginny's waste and looked at me expectantly. And finally, Draco Malfoy stood by Snape's side, a smug smirk plastered on his face.

With a huff and an eye roll, I signed the paper. "I, Hermione Jean Granger, sell my uterus to the government," I mumbled to myself as my quill left the paper.

I watch as Professor Snape left his mark right next to mine, "I, Severus Snape, sell my sperm to the government." He stood back up, looking me straight in the eye. His sarcasm had been evident, just as mine had, yet there was hurt in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow and turned away.

The witch tittered some official verbiage, a sermon she'd said a million times. The only part I actually heard was, "well, this will all be official once you consummate."

I sputtered, "wha-wait, what?"

With a groan Snape ground out, "our year will officially start once we consummate, Miss Granger. You were never the dense one, please don't tell me it was all a show." I heard Malfoy chuckle from behind his Godfather. I shook my head, words couldn't explain what I was feeling as I watched both Harry and Malfoy sign the document in black. The witch in charge of this sham clapped her hands and said, "I now pronounce you reproduction mates."

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It was a week after the ceremony. Professor Snape and I had barely had contact, except to discuss how to handle the situation at hand. Minerva and I had spoken at length, even before my drawing, about the possibility of me teaching Transfiguration as she took on her Headmistress responsibilities full time. This would move me into Hogwarts; at Snape's disposal any time he pleased or I ovulated.

Start of term was a little over a week away and we had both agreed to make the move to Hogwarts early. I needed help making lesson plans and who better than Hogwarts' most successful Professors to guide me. This would also allow the Professor and I to get used to each other.

I hated the idea: today would be the beginning of my life as a receptacle for Snape's seed. I shook my head and refocused on packing my apartment up. The minutes ticket into hours and the hours came to an end with a knock at the door. I made my way over and peeked through the hole, my dear reproduction mate stood on the other side.

As I opened the door he breezed in with his usual flair. "Are you ready, Miss Granger?"

I lifted my beaded purse up at him, as if the completely empty chamber wasn't an obvious enough indication.

"Can we cut the Miss Granger crap?" I snapped, "we are going to be having intercourse within the next few hours. To consummate our contract. Can I be Hermione when it's just you and I?"

Each word sounded more and more desperate. It was a plea for him to treat me like a human and not like a brood mare. A silence enveloped us, it was neither comfortable nor awkward. It was thoughtful.

Snape reached under my chin and lifted my head to meet his eyes. I hadn't even realized I had been avoiding him since I had said the words. Neither of us said anything for a moment longer, each searching the other's gaze.

"Did you know I picked you?" Professor Snape said as he stepped back, his gaze never leaving mine. His hand slipped from my chin to my arm, I shook my head. I had no idea. I had honestly thought very little about how I had been paired.

"I just assumed your name had been drawn as well."

A flicker of understanding crossed his face, "no wonder you were so out of it during the ceremony. Too busy using the one track Gryffindor brain of yours." I snorted slightly at his comment. I stepped out of his reach and moved to look out of the window. I heard him rustling behind me and could feel him inches away from me.
"The men are drawn much in the same way the women are. However, by the male's age the list of women is passed down until each is paired up. It's meant as an act of kindness, so that the man is actually interested in the woman and will treat her well. The two youngest men are allowed to wait until the next drawing twice, in the hopes of better prospects." I stiffened as I listened to the explanation, the men were given a choice but not the women. Would this society never learn?

"Hermione," the word seemed foreign but not unpleasant on his tongue as he said it, "I picked you because I felt you would be the most intellectually suitable and had hoped that we could make the best of this situation. I also happened to be the eldest male to be drawn; I taught most of the others on the list or knew of them, the likes of Draco and Theo Nott." A shiver ran down my spine at the mention of their names.

They were both known womanizers and Nott was rumored to still hold on to his old leanings. Either one would have been happy to have me tied to the bed until I was knocked up and then drop as quickly as possible. A realization hit me as we stood staring out the window, Snape had saved me from worse than himself. "Thank you," I whispered and turned to watch him. His rigid expression softened slightly as he nodded.

"Shall we, Hermione?" He offered me his elbow. I was slightly shocked at how gracious he was being. As I felt the tug on my navel and the squeezing sensation of apparition, I realized that he hadn't asked me to call him Severus.

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Author's note: I know, not the most original premise but it just would not leave me alone. I have not forgotten about Of Foes and Friends, this has just been all consuming. Please enjoy, come back for more and rate or review.

Also, I fixed my little Lavender/Susan error! Sorry about that.
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