Crafty Cooking - Steak - (trope) Marriage Law, (word) Rare
Insane House - 105. FredHermione
Library Lovers - Every Heart a Doorway by Seanen McGuire - (word) statue, (characters) Twins, (color) black
Character Appreciation - 2. Item - Glasses
Showtime - And All That Jazz - (word) Brawl
Days of the Month - International Ask a Question Day - Write a what if
CYB - (pairing) FredHermione
Lyric Alley - 11. We're gonna be higher, up
Liza's Loves - Time Breaker - Alt: Write about twins
"This is just in. I have received word from an undisclosed source that the Ministry has passed a new law concerning marriage. The Ministry has ordered that each pureblooded unmarried wizard be wedded to a Muggleborn. This law has been put into place to prevent stillbirths and squibs produced from purebloods intermarrying and also to preserve family names, I hear. To make this process simpler, the Ministry has developed a list of potential matches..."
"I found your match today, Fred." Arthur set his briefcase down on the table. Molly looked up from the stove with interest.
"Do I know her?" Fred questioned immediately, halting his spoon's course to his mouth. "Was she in Hogwarts? Is she pretty?"
"Woah, woah, calm down, son, I'll answer you in a second," Arthur said, holding up his hands in surrender. He pulled up a chair and sat, pouring soup into his bowl with a ladle, finally adjusting his glasses. "You know her very well, actually. She did go to Hogwarts, two years younger than you."
"And is she hot?"
"Merlin, Fred, is that all you care about?" Ginny snapped from the other end of the table.
"Yeah, Fred," piped up another voice, Ron. "You're so shallow."
"That's rich, coming from you," George loyally defended his twin brother.
"Fred, George," his mother warned, waving her wand. Dirty dishes floated over to the sink, narrowly missing Fred's head.
Fred slumped in his seat. "I despise you both," he muttered, shooting a glare at his youngest siblings, and stared morosely at the statue-like gnome perched outside their window.
"Anyway," continued Arthur, undeterred, "she's someone you know quite well. Brown hair, Muggleborn, exceptionally gifted and intelligent...does that ring any bells?"
Ginny's spoon fell into her empty bowl with a clatter. "Is it...?" She looked at her father with an unspoken question in her eyes and he nodded, his own eyes sparkling.
"Who is it, Gin?" Ron wanted to know.
"Oh, I think it's best if Dad tells you." She grinned and marched out of the room, leaving five very baffled Weasleys.
"Dad?" Fred looked at his father, utterly bemused.
"Fine. I can't keep up the suspense any longer." Arthur leaned forward.
"It's Hermione Granger."
"So this is...sufficiently awkward." Fred kneaded his toe on the carpet.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Excellent detective work, Sherlock," she deadpanned.
Her date looked at her, confused. "Who's Sherlock?"
"A fictional Muggle detective," she explained. "It's complicated."
"Oh." He smiled. "He sounds cool."
Hermione smiled. "He is. He is a skilled detective who solves homicide cases, usually not without brawling. He has a partner, John Watson."
"So is this a book or..."
"There are both novels and films," she elaborated. "The books are better though, in my opinion. Gives you a scope of the characters."
"Well, maybe you should bring them by sometime," he said, almost shyly.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. "Fred Weasley, reading? I thought you'd never opened a book in your life."
"No I haven't. Don't tell anyone about this, but I read for fun," he whispered conspiratorially. "If anyone found out, my life would be ruined."
Hermione stifled a chuckle. "Your secret's safe with me."
"You look really beautiful," Fred murmured lovingly, brushing an awry lock of hair out her eyes. "That dress...Merlin, wow."
She blushed. "Thank you," she mumbled demurely, smoothing down the black satin.
"Now, are you ready to go on the awesomest date ever?"
"Bring it on."
"And do you, Frederick Weasley, take the Hermione Granger to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," he said firmly, gazing into his beloved's eyes.
"And do you, Hermione Granger, take the Frederick Weasley to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do," she answered, her eyes brimming with love.
"Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss-"
But Fred had already swept her into his arms and pressed a long, sweet kiss on her waiting lips. There was the sound of rousing applause as they kissed blissfully, and when they resurfaced, flower petals were showered over them.
Hermione giggled as Fred scooped her into her arms, bridal style, and walked down the aisle, gazing into her eyes with affection. This was a rare marriage not purely founded by the Ministry, but by true love as well.
That's how they were made for each other.