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    Summary: After Voldemort destroys Wizarding Britain the Ministry of Magic puts into play an ancient ritual to bond the remaining female population with suitable wizards. As the reluctant face of this, Hermione Granger manages to astound everyone with her unbelievable results.The air around Hermione Granger crackled with magic as everyone in her immediate vicinity took a step back, except the focus of her anger.“You cannot be serious, Kings,” Hermione said with a scarlet colour rising just above the collar of her dress. There were ten little half-moons indented in the back of the leather chair she was gripping.“I’m sorry, Hermione, but it’s the only way and you know it. Do you think I would subject anyone to this unless I had no other option?” His brown eyes looked sadly at the young witch in his office. Her defiant stance and tangible magical aura gave him hope. She was strong. Everyone left was strong, and together they would be able to fix the mess they were in.“I have given my entire ch!ldhood to the cause. I sacrificed everything. I lost my parents, friends, family, and hope. I can’t stand by and let you take away people’s freedom with this idiotic idea,” Hermione said.She’d moved around the chair and now had her hands planted on his desk, leaning heavily as if the entire weight of the situation rested solely on her slender shoulders. The green silky material of her dress had begun to dampen with sweat, and droplets had collected at the small of her exposed back as she argued with the Minister of Magic.“This is the last time I will have this discussion with you. There is no other way, we lost too many people and this is how we are dealing with it. The Wizengamot decided that this was the course we will take and you have no say. The role you play in this has also been decided, and as a member of the British Wizarding community you must follow our orders. Again, I apologise from the depths of my heart,” Kingsley said as he sat down in his chair and stared at the brilliant, volatile woman in front of him.“I’ll run. I’ve run before. I survived and I can do it again, better, for longer and…”“Enough. Who are you k**ding? You’ve known about this for a year, had your chance to run and you missed it. Your ceremony will take place in one hour. The rest of the remaining women will follow. You will do this Hermione. You will do it to ensure the survival of what you fought so hard to protect. You’re young and might find love in the process. It will be good for everyone. And you may only receive one. You never know your luck.” He dismissed Hermione and her red­headed entourage with a wave of his hand and shook his head, she will most surely get more than one.She was livid and there was nothing she could do. Killing Kingsley would land her in Azkaban before she could smile in victory. It wouldn’t stop anything anyway; It was the Wizengamot’s idea and supported by the public. As Hermione followed Kingsley’s secretary down the long hallway, she couldn’t help but examine the young woman. There was no normal uniform today. Her blonde hair was pulled into a high, shiny ponytail and her shoes were at least three inches of red pleather. The empire cut on her skirt showcased her slight figure and emphasised what Hermione imagined were non-existent hips to match her non-existent boobs. Pausing in front of the door that had just been held open for her, she sighed. She didn’t know why she was being so mean. This woman probably fought just as hard for her life, she was embracing the idea of restoring the community, and all Hermione could do was be rude.“Miss Granger?” the woman asked as her blues eyes shone with happiness, now tinged with worry.“Sorry, April, rough day. I hope that you get all that you ask for today, and more. You deserve happiness.” Hermione released the girl’s hands after a reassuring squeeze and a strong, fake smile.The Weasleys had already taken seats in the waiting room assigned to them. Arthur was talking to Charlie and Bill, and George was writing in the little notebook Hermione had given him for Christmas. He told her he used it for new merchandise ideas. Molly fussed over Ginny, straightening the shoulder strap of her Greek inspired dress.“Ginny, now you can only sit for ten minutes at a time dear, or else you’ll crease the back. Percy, please leave Charlie alone, his tie is fine and you are fussing worse than I am, no one in this room will embarrass you today, now sit,” Molly commanded.Instead of listening to his mother’s orders, Percy flitted from person to person making sure they were all well put together and tidy. As Vice Minister of Magic, anything that happened today that included his family would impact his future career. He came to a stop three feet from Hermione and looked her up and down. Crossing his arms, he shook his head.“Hermione, you are free to do as you please, within the rules. You can have a job, you can travel, you can tell anyone that you get how much you oppose the idea, but the rules are there to help our world and we need you as the front­runner. We need people to recognise you as the face of this. You remember who was next in line for that job…” he trailed off quietly and turned his attention to Ginny, her eyes bright with tears and her breath coming in short sharp bursts.“Oh for Merlin’s sake, Perce, as if I was going to let her do this as the main bloody person. She shouldn’t be doing this at all! She had about the same amount of ch!ldhood I did and she is petrified. She’s only 20, she can’t even decide what colour she wants to paint her nails this week let alone what to name her future ch!ldren or how she is going to please a wizard or wizards. You guys really fucked us over,” she said as her eyes turned towards his and he shrunk back slightly. Her finger came up, and with three hard jabs to his bony chest she finished, “This lack of regard for basic human rights is matching what Voldemort did to us, and it is your idea. You may be second in charge, but so help me if any of these women get hurt, you’re my first stop.”Even paler than normal, Percy nodded and went and sat down next to Ginny, put his arm around her shoulders and rubbed small comforting circles on her back, whispering to her. ‘He’d better be saying how sorry he is… I’ll ask her later.’Molly bustled over to Hermione to pull her up into a big hug. Hermione’s arms enclosed the waist of the woman she had known as a second mother. They sat down together, Molly patting Hermione’s hand.“Molly, it’ll be okay, we will both be there for her, and each other and all of the other women.” Molly sniffed and Hermione continued while patting the plump woman’s hand softly, “I still have majority control of the situation with the women. I can’t stop this happening but I can make sure they are all safe and happy within whatever they get thrown into.” Molly raised her head and met Hermione’s gaze, the tears still fresh just about to fall and Hermione thought she looked so lost. “Oh Molly, if we aren’t strong enough for everyone, this whole thing is going to turn to shit,” she grinned at the older woman who looked back with a small grin of her own, “and we have all dealt with enough shit, especially you.”“You always know what to say, Hermione, no one would ever guess that you were so young. But you are right too, if we women aren’t strong, those who are worse off will suffer more. We can’t let that happen,” Molly said.“Well there are only about seven hundred women left. That’s less than a sixth of the males. People will be left out of this and for good reason, they just aren’t suitable for marriage. I’m glad they let Luna off. Her poor mind.” She paused and looked over at Ginny who was now walking in circles around George trying to make him dizzy, probably more of a distraction for herself though. Looking back at Molly she said, “She and Ginny are why I stayed to help you know. I couldn’t bear to leave them defenceless and at the mercy of the Ministry, no matter how much they have improved.”Molly patted Hermione’s hand again and went back to stop her daughter and got her to sit for a perfectly times ten minutes, to avoid the creases.Hermione stood herself and went to a small powder room that she had noticed when she walked in. a quick “Scourgify” and the sweat marks disappeared and her skin became fresh again. A quick tousle and her hair was smooth and stuck up in all the right places. After having spent her entire life doing battle with her mane she had decided to cut it all off leaving a rather stylish pixie cut and deepened the colour to a blue-black. The effect was staggering, she no longer had the fuzzy halo of golden locks and it added years in a way that wrinkles never could. With a flick of her wrist her eyes became rimmed in dark liner and a shimmery green eye shadow that matched her dress. She reached into a small back bag with an undetectable extension charm and pulled out a cool red lipstick to create a clash of colours. Her black ballet flats didn’t give her any height advantage but she rather thought she didn’t need one. The thought caused her to smile to herself.“And why exactly are you smiling about, hmm?” George asked Hermione as he and his br0ther peered around the doorframe.“Good question, little br0ther, let us in on your happy little secret, hun,” Charlie said.“Boys, I hardly know what to tell you. I happened to see your faces in the mirror just now and pictured you two being summoned for some slip of witch, and I couldn’t help feel sorry for her.”Charlie and George put their hands on their hearts and feigned pain, causing Hermione to giggle.“What if we are summoned to you, little one?” Charlie asked.Hermione’s giggle stopped short and she raised her eyebrow at Charlie. “Do you two really think you could handle me?” Her grin returned at the shocked faces of the two Weasley men, “Do shut your mouths boys, or you’ll be catching more than a wife today.” Slipping between them, she went back to her small table and poured a cup of tea. Mmm, Earl Grey, how she loved the slightly sweet smell and light feeling on her tongue combined with a smooth black tea after taste. Checking her watch, she realised that she had wasted forty-five minutes. ‘Only fifteen to go until I am part of something ridiculous again,’ she thought as she pulled a small stack of folded parchment out of her pocket. She thoroughly read the words again for what seemed the millionth time.The next page was from the Ministry. Hermione had pitched a fit at their meeting about the including those who are in the care of St. Mungo’s or any other mental health facility.Miss Granger,We have taken into consideration your points made at the meaning this past Thursday. In looking at the facts we agree that those who are in St. Mungo’s or any other medical facility for mental reasons are to be exempt from the participation in the ‘Ames Serviles’ rituals. While this does reduce the number of eligible candidates, we understand that it was a breach of trust to even entertain the notion.Please talk to me next time, Hermione.Kindly,Kingsley ShackleboltMinister of MagicThe third parchment was the one that scared Hermione the most.More than once Hermione had then gone to the Ministry and demanded to be told the full extent of this spell as she had been having trouble finding it on her own. Ten was the highest that had been recorded. Ten wizards. She could hardly imagine. But the spell was based on needs and Hermione only needed one wizard.Only one.A good one.She sighed again and rested her forehead in her hands.“It’s okay, Herm. We can do this together.” Ginny rested a hand on Hermione’s head and patted her slightly.“You’re right, Gin. We can. Let’s go face this problem together just like we always do.” Hermione stood and held Ginny’s hand tightly as they exited the waiting room and turned to follow April to the auditorium.

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