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To Be Loved	By : elexma Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron stands from the table and opens the window to the two owls sitting outside. One swoops to the center of the table and drops the Daily Prophet as the other moves over to Hermione. She blinks at the owl and takes the missive then offers it a piece of bacon. It hoots happily and munches it down as she strokes its head feathers. “Look at this mess!” Ginny exclaims as she reads the front page of the Prophet.
“What mess, Gin?” Harry asks and leans over to her to read. “Magical Community Reestablishment Act? All wizards and witches who are of age… matched and married within the month of match… two children within three years?” he mutters.
“That leaves us out,” Ron says and stuffs a scone into his mouth. He blinks when Hermione shoots up from the table. “What’s wrong ‘Mione?” he asks around the food.
Ginny grabs the letter from Hermione’s clenched hand and smooths the wrinkles. Her eyes widen as she reads it.
Miss Granger,
This letter is to inform you that a list of suitors has been attached for your perusal. You have by the end of the day on the last day of the month to make your decision or a match will be picked for you.
Thank you for your time,
Gwenn Rothchild
Ron snatches the second parchment and looks at it before turning wide eyes on Hermione. “Draco Malfoy is the top of the list! As if you’d marry that wanker! Bloody hell, Snape is on here too!” he grouses. She snatches the parchment when his eyes widen impossibly further. “Kingsley Shacklebolt and my brother Charlie are on there too. Why didn’t Charlie tell us he already petitioned for your hand?” he asks.
“Because your mother and I were the ones who sent in the petition. We would have listed you, Ron, but you’re not of-age,” Arthur replies. He smiles softly at Hermione. “I hope you don’t mind.” Fred and George frown at him.
“Why didn’t you petition us for her?” Fred asks.
“Because the two of you are already in relationships and I’m not going to have you abandon the girls,” Arthur says matter-of-factly. Hermione hugs the man.
“Thank you, Mister Weasley,” she murmurs.
Harry frowns at her then raises his hand. She chuckles and nods to him, so he grins. “Question… How are you already of-age?” he asks to Ron and Ginny’s nods.
Hermione sighs and covers her face. “I used a Time-Turner all of third year to take extra classes. You knew this, Harry. You helped me save Buckbeak and Sirius,” she says in annoyance. He grins at her again, so she glares in return.
Ron and Ginny look at each other in horror. “Of course, you would use it to take extra classes!” Ron exclaims in disgust. “You couldn’t have gone back and saved me from myself with Lavender?” he whines. Hermione rolls her eyes at him and shakes her head then sticks her tongue out. He grins at her then sighs. “Who are you going to choose?”
“All right you lot, out of the kitchen. Give her time to process,” Molly says and shoos the others out. Hermione turns to her and gives her a hug, so she smiles. “Don’t think you have to choose Charlie, dear. Any man on that list will take care of you. If not, you’ll just have to hex their bits off,” she says with a sly grin. Arthur sputters into his teacup and coughs as the two laugh.
-x-o-x-
Hermione curls her legs under her as she reads on the sofa. She jumps when the fire flares green and a man steps out. “MOTHER!” he bellows. Molly hurries into the room as he brushes soot from his clothing. “What in Merlin’s name is the meaning of this?!” he growls and waves a parchment at her.
“Now Charlie, please calm dow—”
“Calm down? Calm down?” he hisses. “You’ve gone and petitioned me to be a suitor to your other son’s girlfriend! How the fuck do you expect me to calm down? What does Hermione even think about this?” he rages and slams his hand against the mantle. They all three wince at the sound of snapping bones.
Hermione sets her book aside and pulls her wand out. “She wonders how you ever got the impression that she was dating your brother,” she says and casts to heal his broken hand. Charlie blinks at her in confusion then turns redder than his hair. “Do you typically hit things when you’re upset?” she asks and returns to her seat on the couch. Molly smirks at him then looks at Arthur when he enters the room.
“Dad, have you any idea what Mum has done?” Charlie whines. Hermione snorts as she picks up her book. He side-eyes her so she pointedly ignores him.
“Charlie, my boy!” Arthur exclaims and pulls his son into a hug. The younger man grins and claps his dad on the back then pulls back and plops down on the couch next to Hermione. “I know it’s a shock Charlie, but you must understand. Some of the men on her list have no intention of treating her right. Your mum and I feel like offering your petition for her hand was a good idea,” Arthur murmurs.
Hermione looks at Charlie when he plucks the book from her hands. “This pertains to you as well, you know,” he teases. She glares and snags the book again.
“I haven’t chosen you. Maybe I would rather marry Professor Snape,” she returns and flips the book open. She huffs when he takes it from her and holds it out of her reach.
“You wouldn’t dare,” he hisses.
She smiles beatifically and leans toward him. Molly and Arthur watch as she places one hand on Charlie’s thigh and stares into his eyes. He gulps then scoffs when she yanks the book from his hand and kisses his cheek at the same time. “Watch me,” she murmurs then jumps from the couch when he reaches to grab her.
Charlie blinks at Molly and Arthur before jumping from the couch himself and following Hermione outside. “You wouldn’t truly marry Snape, would you? He’d keep you tied to his bed!” he says. She swings around and stares at him.
“And you wouldn’t?” she inquires. He gives her an easy grin, so she flushes then smacks his arm. “You absolute prat!” she laughs then squeals when he picks her up over his shoulder and carries her toward the pond. “Don’t you dare! Charlie! Put me down! No! Stop!” she shrieks when he tosses her into the water.
“Take it back,” he says.
She glares at him and shakes her head then shrieks again when he jumps into the pond next to her. “No!” she giggles. He dunks her then looks up when a shout sounds from the house.
“Unhand my friend you idiot!” Ginny screams and runs toward the pond.
Hermione surfaces and splashes water at him so he grins and wraps his arms around her, pinning her arms to her sides. “Take it back,” he murmurs in her ear. She giggles at him and shakes her head, so he blows into her ear. “Take it back,” he insists.
“Take what back?” Ginny demands.
Charlie glares at the side of Hermione’s head then looks at his sister. “She threatened to marry Snape instead of me,” he says.
Ginny snorts and glares at him. “I wouldn’t blame her. You’re an arsehole! Release her before I hex your bollocks off!”
-x-o-x-
Ron sneers when he steps out of the Floo at the Leaky Cauldron. Draco sneers in return then looks at Hermione as she dusts her robes off. He lifts a glass to her and nods slightly when she finally looks at him. “Why are you meeting him?” Ron whines.
Hermione rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “I’m meeting with all of those who have petitioned for my hand. We’ve been over this. If you’re going to be an arse, go home,” she mutters then moves over to Draco’s table. Ron grumbles and moves to the far side of the bar. “Sorry, I couldn’t lose the protection detail,” she says and nods at Ron.
“I see. So, why exactly are we meeting here since we will be seeing each other at school?” Draco inquires. She waves to Tom, so the barkeep sends a water her way. Draco quirks an eyebrow, so she shrugs. “You realize that if you were to marry anyone else on your list, you would be forced to leave school. At least if we marry, we’ll have the Head Common to ourselves.”
Hermione nods and drums her fingers on the table. “If I were to marry Professor Snape, I would be able to stay at school as well. Granted, I would have to live in the dungeon but at least he would ensure I finished my studies,” she returns.
Draco snorts. “Please, the man would never let you leave his chambers. You would be barefoot and pregnant more often than the Weasel’s mum,” he sneers.
“You’re the second person to tell me that this week. Do you really think so little of him? Isn’t he your Godfather?” she asks. He shrugs then cocks his head. “Charlie Weasley told me something of a similar nature yesterday afternoon. Right before he threw me into the pond,” she giggles at his unspoken question.
He chuckles and brushes her pinky with his own. “I can guarantee you will never want for anything. You will gain access to the Malfoy library,” he murmurs. She hesitates when he covers her hand with his. “My father has changed. He’s even remodeled the entire manor. There’s no trace of my psychotic aunt,” he says softly. Ron appears at the side of the table and glares at their joined hands. “Oh, come off it Weasel! This is none of your business,” Draco snarls.
Hermione heaves a sigh and stands from the table. “I’m sorry Draco but I need to get him out of here. Maybe we can discuss this more later?” she asks. He inclines his head and lays some money on the table for their drinks before standing. She blushes when he takes her hand and brushes a kiss to the back of it before turning and leaving. She rounds on Ron with a glare, so he withers. “Don’t you ever do that shite again!” she hisses.
-x-o-x-
Charlie looks up when Hermione storms out of the Floo. “What happened? Did the little twat do something to you?” he asks and stands quickly. She glares at him then turns her glare on Ron.
“No, THIS gigantic twat stuck his nose in where it didn’t belong,” she snarls.
Ron and Charlie flinch as Harry enters the room. He takes one look at Hermione then heads for the Floo. “I’m going to kill him!” he rages. Charlie grabs his arms and quickly turns him toward Hermione.
She eyes him then returns to glaring at Ron. “Draco didn’t do anything. Ron, on the other hand…” she trails off and storms out of the house. Charlie follows her out and trails behind her until she stops at the garden wall. “Why are you following me, Charlie?” she sniffles and looks at him. He pulls her to his chest and strokes her hair.
“I want to ensure you’re all right,” he murmurs. She buries her face in his chest and begins sobbing. “Shh. Hush now,” he whispers into her ear. He sighs and holds her close as she continues to cry.
“I can’t do this! I’m too young to be married!” she gasps and finally looks up at him. He nods and wipes her tears away before pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I have to meet with Kingsley tomorrow about our potential match,” she whimpers.
Charlie leads her to the garden bench and sits with her. She covers her face with her hands as he leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “If it makes you feel better, I have a couple of other girls that are petitioning me. I’m not interested in them,” he says, frankly.
Hermione sniffles again and looks at him. “But you’re not interested in me either, Charlie,” she says quietly.
“What makes you think that?” he snorts. She gives him a pointed look, so he chuckles. “Have you ever heard that boys will pick on the girls they like?” he asks. Hermione blushes a brilliant shade of red when he quickly presses his lips to hers. She gasps as he pulls back to lean his forehead against hers. “I don’t expect you to like me, or even love me. But I’m not giving up until you marry me,” he whispers.
“Charlie, she’s going to get sick sitting out there in the dark! Both of you come inside right now!” Molly calls from the doorway.
-x-o-x-
Kingsley smiles as Hermione settles in a chair in front of his desk. He flicks his gaze to the parchment in front of him then stands and moves around to her. “Thank you for meeting with me,” he says and offers his hand to her. She takes it so he kisses the back of it then releases her. “I want to be very clear that I have no illusions of me being at the top of your list of desirable candidates. Should you accept my petition, I will ensure that you finish Hogwarts. I want you to be free to do as you please, so your education is my number one priority,” he states.
She nods quietly then sighs. “I honestly don’t know what I’m doing, Minister. I can’t imagine you wanting to deal with my teenage hysterics,” she says to his chuckle.
“No, not particularly,” he confesses. She smiles softly at him, so he sits back in his chair. “I can’t imagine you would want to deal with being the Minister of Magic’s wife. She oversees many public functions.”
Hermione tilts her head to the side as she considers him. “No, I would much rather not honestly.”
Kingsley nods then grins and claps his hands before standing. “There’s nothing else to discuss on the subject then, is there? This match just simply won’t work for either of us,” he says and offers his hand again. She takes it so he pulls her to her feet. “I hope we can remain friends. None of this bittered you to me, has it? Namely the entire Act?” he inquires.
She shakes her head and grins at him. “Of course not, Minister! I completely understand why this is being done. Even if I don’t particularly want to get married yet,” she intones. He chuckles again and pulls her into a hug.
“Please, call me Kingsley,” he says. She nods then follows him to the Floo.
“Hermione,” she replies then giggles when he stoops in a low bow. She steps through the Floo still laughing. A pair of arms wrap around her from behind, so she squeaks.
“Why are you laughing? You just had a meeting with the Minister, right? Are you going to marry him?” Charlie inquires in her ear. He holds her tighter when she tries to turn around, so she sighs. Shivers race along her spine as he presses a kiss to the back of her neck. “Going to become the Minister’s wife, eh? Maybe I should run for Minister during the next election? Would you be my wife then?” he teases.
Hermione turns her head to look at him, so he pouts at her. “On the contrary, becoming Minister would be one of the worst things you could do to endear yourself to me. We decided it was a bad match. I just have Professor Snape left. I suppose I should go ahead and start looking for wedding robes and Slytherin-colored lingerie,” she whispers. He gapes at her, so she breaks into a fit of giggles.
“You horrid little girl!” he hisses then presses his lips to hers and lifts one hand to cup her cheek. A whimper escapes her lips, so he deepens the kiss with a moan. He pulls back for breath, so she smiles at him teasingly. “Fucking hell, pet. I’m going to marry you, whether you like it or not,” he growls before kissing her again.
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