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Winter had settled over the wizarding world, casting a frosty yet comforting enchantment over the usually sleepy village of Hogsmeade. The temporary Ministry closure. The first of its existence, saw more witches and wizards frequenting the pub and the once quiet vibe was now replaced with rhymic chatter as the patrons debated the reasons for the temporary closure.

Madame Berendt the pubs newest landlady, an intelligent yet quirky witch with vibrant purple hair and heavily tattooed arms, could be heard conversing with some regulars as she prepared and handed out the lunchtime drinks.

“I’ve never heard of such a thing ever happening, even that business with the goblin threats. The Ministry still stayed open. You don’t think we’re at war again do you!”. Her reply causing some of the crowd to whisper amongst each other. Some replying that it could be possible. Hermione hadn’t had enough food for these types of conversations. Placing her hands on her temples. She felt herself exhaling whilst waiting for her drink.

All this talk of war and the speculation of the temporary closure was doing no favours. Not to mention there was only so much of Hogsmeade she could take. She wanted to get back to work. Back to her routine.

"I’m sure we’re not going to be at war, maybe the department of mysteries just needs a deep clean”. she replied more sarcastically than intended.
Grabbing her drink and making her way through the crowds, back to the table where Harry, Ron Ginny and Luna were waiting.

Ginny ever the observer caught the annoyed look on Hermione's face.

“I don’t think coffee is going to cut it for you today. Should have had Madame Berendt add a shot of firewhisky to it, it’s not like we have any place to be now”. She laughed and exchanged a look with Harry who smirked back. Shoving his floppy black hair from his eyes.

It had been one month since the Ministry declared a temporary closure. One minute Hermione was working with Kingsley on projects. The next, all employees received a letter stating temporary closure of the Ministry for refurbishment purposes. The only instructions were to go home and check the Daily Prophet for any further updates. 

Hermione instantly  found the whole thing to be suspect. She knew others also shared her views. She’d often hear other witches and wizards debating the closure, and she was pleased that people could still think for themselves.

Over the past three weeks. The Three Broomsticks had become a hot bed for people to debate the mystery behind the closure. Ron in particular loved to join in the debates and brainstorm theories with the regulars.

For Hermione however. Moody’s lesson of constant vigilance kept her sharp and she tried hard to keep her true feelings private when out in public.

For now, the pub had become the groups regular meeting spot. A bonus about meeting here was its close proximity to the Potter’s residence. Excellent for a stop gap. Especially when the drinks flowed a bit too freely.

“Not going to lie Hermione it’s quite nice to have a break from the boring admin work I’ve been assigned “replied Ron.

Hermione was careful not to let her bad mood reveal what she had been thinking. The truth was Ron had the potential to do, and  be more at the ministry. Yet his inability to handle responsibility kept him at the junior level.

“Admin work isn’t to be devalued Ron. Remember last month when Susan missed out one of the steps for Zabini’s projects” replied Luna looking off to the side as she sipped her chocolate frog hot chocolate.

Ginny sighed upon hearing Luna’s response. Ron had ranted about how the mistakes had caused them all to stay behind 2 hours after work. He’d ranted and raved for three days straight. Now she’d have to hear about it all over again.

“Yeh yeh attention to detail and all that, but seriously wouldn’t hurt them to let us have some background noise while we work…. anyway, are we not going to guess why the ministry has been shut down?. Dad says this hasn’t happened in over 200 years” Ron replied picking at his magic and marshmallow toast.

Hermione threw Ron a warning look. Had he learnt nothing from the war. 

“Ron I don’t think this is the best place to discuss this, not for us". Casting a silencing charm, Hermione continued.

"All I will say is it’s been weeks. The Daily Prophet hasn’t reported much of a change, but I’ve noticed the magical chemists frequenting the building on Wednesdays.”

Harry, who had been deep in thought, watching the snowflakes dance gently outside the window. Came out of his thoughts and contributed to the conversation.

“Well, whatever it is I think we know soon enough. It’s Daily Prophet delivery day after all. Last week’s edition didn’t have much expect that note from Von Du that refurbishments were right on schedule but no dates on when to be back”.

“ahhh yes that’s why everyone seems a bit more on edge than usual, who would of thought a newspaper could become the highlight of our day” replied Hermione again sarcastically. She couldn't help but realise she'd been doing that alot lately.

“Well it’s not the newspaper itself ,but the news that’s in it. Refurbishments should only take four weeks maximum when magic is involved. Reading between the lines if we don’t find out today then people will start to ask questions. Only not so silently this time” Luna answered Hermione, giving her a knowing look.

There was a lot more to Luna that her quirky persona. Luna was analytical and an expert at reading between the lines.

If Hermione was truly honest with herself Luna’s intelligence bested her own.
The only difference was Luna’s desire for a very simple life. She had no real desire to enter up the Ministry ranks.

“Well only one hour until the Daily Prophet delivery. So in honour of our wittering Wednesdays, I’m going to the bar to get us drinks. Yes that includes firewhisky. Hermione don’t look at me like that! Think of it as an excuse for a celebration that we’re getting some form of news” laughed Ginny smoothing down her silk blue dress as she got up from her chair. Heading over to the queue near the bar.

Hermione couldn’t help but think she saw a panicked look from Madame Berendt as she quickly glanced away from their table. Looking anxiously at the handsome yet worn wooden clock on the wall.She placed a fake smile on her face as Ginny approached the bar.

Hermione couldn’t blame Madame Berendt for potentially ease dropping on the group. Afterall it’s her task to hand out the Daily Prophets to eager patrons desperate to know what was going on in their world. Everyone always got a bit tense on Wednesdays.

Whatever this week’s update would be. The one thing for sure was The Three Broomsticks alcohol stock would be successfully demolished. Ginny in particular helping towards that goal.

Almost as if Hermione had put the thought in Madame Berendt’s head. Madame Berendt began descending downstairs towards the cellar. Returning 5 minutes later with bottles of firewhisky floating up the stairs. Her purple ringlets sparking with magic as she commanded the bottles to take their spot upon the shelves. Waving a long finger nailed hand at some regulars who had just settled into their usual corner.

“10 shots of fire whisky please “ smiled Ginny, enjoying the bar theatrics as Madame Berendt charmed the glasses to shine gold, shoot stars and float their way over to the group.

Eager to pass the time and unsure what to do with the rest of their day. The group reached for the firewhisky. Hermione about to follow suit. When she found a folded note charmed underneath the glass.

“You ok Mione ?” asked Ron shifting his chair closer. The rest of the group pausing and leaning in

“Erm yeh it’s a note from Madame Berendt “clearing her throat Hermione read in a hushed voice.

“To Miss Granger, I confirm the Daily Prophet will be delivered at 3:00pm. I have no idea if this edition will contain an update from the ministry. However I agree with your friend Luna. I have a feeling this edition might but the one to explain the Ministry closure. Just incase. I’d like Harry Potter and yourself to join me at the bar when the clock chime dings. I will need those with quick magical reflexes.

All exchanged confused looks, except Luna who had a calm smile and was scribbling something down on parchment.

“Bloody hell … maybe we should order more of these” replied Ron.
" Your turn to go to the bar this time mate" Harry laughed

Reaching for the firewhisky. Hermione drank hers a bit faster than intended and readied herself for the clock to strike 3:00pm.

Today they’d all hopefully learn what was coming next and this panicked war talk would be put to bed, and some normality could be restored.

Hermione cast a final look at the patrons. Some relaxing with their heads in books. Other groups conversing. Two wizards, closest to the bar, were debating Hufflepuffs qudditch skills . The four devoured butterbeers slowly making their effects known.

Sensing things could potentially get heated between the men . Madame Berendt charmed the clock to play mood regulation music. A piece of magic Hermione couldn’t help but find fascinating.

Hermione was secretly grateful Madame Berendt had chosen music evoking carefree feelings and for a few moments. Hermione and her friends laughed and danced in their chairs.

Luna span her hair around her hands. Harry and Ron trying to shake their shoulders but looking so odd and stiff it made Luna, Ginny and Hermione laugh until they cried.

The rest of the pub crowd reacted to the spell in a similar way. Some singing songs and others just watching with smiles on their faces.

The clock now read 2:45pm
The calm before the storm.

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A low silver glow could be seen making its way around the cosy crowded room.

Expressions of the patrons were returning to a normal state. With the effects of the magical music slowly starting to cease. Madame Berendt stole a quick glance around the room. Noting that the calm smiles were now replaced with furrowed brows and blank stares. The room became deathly silent. The pubs inhabitants staring at the clock on the wall. All awaiting the chime that would signify the delivery owls arrival, and with it the topics of the week.

At exactly 3:00pm sharp. A loud sound emitted from the clock and a large handsome tawny owl. Carrying a beige sack full of papers began tapping it’s claws at the window. Madame Berendt caught Hermione and Harry’s eyeline gesturing them to come and join her at the bar before addressing the crowd.

“Miss Granger and Mr Potter will be helping with the distribution of the Daily Prophets today. Please all remain patient. Miss Granger if you can hand out the pile to the room. I would appreciate it. Remember everyone, as per our tradition. Please do not read your copies until Miss Granger returns to her table, Oh and Mr Potter if you can remain here with me. I will need a strong man’s help to move these sacks back down to the cellar.”  Madame Berendt said with authority.

As Hermione finished her task. She felt all eyes on her as she made her way back to the table. If Hermione wasn’t overthinking, and it wasn’t often that she did. She could have sworn a look of fear displayed itself over Madame Berendt’s features. As soon as Hermione was seated the sound of paper turning and gasps of outraged could instantly be heard. So today was the update after all. Hermione could only hope the Ministry hadn’t extended the shutdown. That was the last thing she needed. Glancing down to turn over her copy, She was abruptly stopped by Ginny, who already had the front page open. Her face contorted in rage. Ginny laid the Daily Prophet on the table and charmed her wand to read the article aloud.

Ministry Unveils Revolutionary reason behind the Refurbishment.

By Rita Skeeter

22^nd July 1998

At last, The Ministry of Magic has announced to selected news outlets, that the refurbishment announcement was indeed a rouse. Speaking to Head of Magical Securities - Byron Von Du.  I can now reveal the true reason for the Ministry’s temporary closure.

In a surprising turn of events, the Ministry of Magic has announced a ground-breaking initiative aimed at enhancing the wizarding population and promoting unity amount magical bloodlines.

One of my many sources shared with me. That the refurbishment was indeed a cover for the implementation of the marriage law. A  bold and controversial measure that will no doubt spark a whirlwind of discussion and debate within the wizarding community.

According to the source. The Magical Chemistry Team have been diligently monitoring birth rates in the aftermath of the wizarding war. Their findings revealed a concerning trend – a significant decrease in birth rates- three years post war, prompting concerns about the future sustainability of the magical population.

In response to this challenge. The Ministry has devised a five-year experiment that will see the pairing of witches and wizards from pureblood and muggleborn backgrounds.

Individuals between the ages of 18 and 40 have been selected for this unique matchmaking process. As a gesture of goodwill, each subject placed in the experiment will receive a financial sum from the Ministry upon completion of the wedding ceremony.

Furthermore, the Ministry has emphasized the importance of procreation within the matched couples. Children are not only encouraged but expected during the five-year period of the experiment. Healers will be available to assess and address any magical difficulties that may hinder the conception of a child.

The Marriage Law leaves no room for negotiation, with matches being final and non-negotiable. Upon receiving match results, couples will have seven days to plan a wedding ceremony (The wedding will be finically covered by the Ministry) and following completion of the ceremony. A further seven days to consummate the marriage.

Loyal readers I have it on good authority that failure to adhere to these requirements will result in temporary restrictions on magical abilities for both parties, underscoring the seriousness of the Ministry’s commitment to the law.

In a statement released by the Deputy Minister for Magic Byron Von Du . He expresses his thanks for Ministry employee’s patience and will require all employees to return to headquarters on Monday 1^st August 1998. Those entered in the experiment will be given the results of their match.

The Daily Prophet will continue to provide updates on this breaking news and share results of the pairings.

The magical reader stopped dead and Hermione’s hands trembled as she re-read the words. Her mind racing with rage and fear. The idea of losing her freedom on an involuntary basis for a second time. Made her struggle to hold down the fire whisky she’d consumed earlier. She didn’t ask to grow up to quicky and lead a war all before the age of 18.

“We can’t let this happen surely, What the fuck is Kinglsey thinking?. Do we really think he is behind this?! “Hermione spluttered.  Luna’s ice blue eyes glancing at Hermione. She replied

“ I don’t know Hermione, but I’ve been writing down the arrival and departing times of those left at the Ministry for weeks now. Kingsley has been arriving but only staying for 30 minutes and each time he leaves he is escorted”.

Luna revealed the piece of crumpled parchment, placing it down on the table for Ron, Ginny and Hermione to view. Ron looked like he was going to throw up.

“Hermione I will do what I can, I will go to Von Douche and see if you can marry me, they owe us this after all we have done for them!”  Ron’s face becoming red with anger and his hands turning white.

Hermione smiled gently she knew there was no way this would happen, but she loved Ron in the moment. They may not have worked out romantically, but Ron was loyal and whoever got him as a match would be lucky. Looking up Hermione noticed free firewhisky being charmed over to tables. Madame Berandt looking more angrier than Hermione had ever seen her. Banging a gavel and demanding the rooms attention. The landlady spoke with conviction and defiance.

“Good people I’m disgusted at this news. I only wish I could change this fate, but instead I can only offer complimentary drinks to ease this most unfortunate news. I say we clear out the bar stock and charge it back to the Ministry!”.

Her speech earnt a cheer from the patrons and bottles began making their way out to the crowds at alarming speed. Ginny grabbing three and wasting no time in undoing the stoppers. The group didn’t know what tomorrow would bring, but the only certainty of this evening, would all see them staying over at the Potters.

In the morning, they would decide what’s next.

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The smell of coffee and bacon, accompanied by light chatter from downstairs gently coaxed Hermione awake. Groaning and bracing herself for the first bite of breakfast. She made her way into the Potter’s kitchen.

“MORNING SUNSHINE!!” yelled Ron in a singsong tone that earned a smirk from Harry. Hermione grimaced and fixed Ron with a light-hearted look.
“Ron you’re so lucky my wand is upstairs because if it wasn’t you’d be on the receiving end of a crucio!” Hermione snapped helping herself to a bacon sandwich.
Ron stabbed at half a sausage with his fork and chuckled.
“I just thought we’d enjoy these moments whilst we could. Because I checked the Prophet thinking the entire article about the law was a dream and it isn’t, I still can’t believe they’re trying to control who we can marry it’s like they know better than us”

Ginny nodded in agreement, pushing her plate away
“It’s not right, Love should be a choice and not something that should be forced upon us.”

Harry ran a hand through his hair. A dark look crossing his face
“Well, it’s nice to know all our efforts to keep dictatorship out of the wizarding world were appreciated!” snapped Harry.
Ron gasped, causing Harry to quickly explain himself.
“I don’t mean I wish Voldemort was still kicking about mate! but this forced marriage thing seems like a page right out of his playbook. I know me and Ginny won’t be affected but feeling powerless towards this law makes me feel like a coward”

Harry placed his coffee cup down on the table a little too hard, making Hermione and Luna flinch. Hermione sighed cuddling her hot coffee in her chilly hands.
“I know it’s difficult to accept, but we could consider the possibility that the Ministry’s intentions might not be entirely malicious. They could genuinely believe that these matches will lead to greater happiness and stability in our society. … at least that’s what I’m telling myself”

Luna who had been quietly observing the conversation spoke up in her usual dreamy tone.
“Perhaps this could be an opportunity for us to learn and grow and see things from a different perspective? I hope they give me a Slytherin that could be fun”

“Ohhh great news Luna. I do hope the Ministry reward me for my service and lumber me with Parkinson”
Ron replied sarcastically. The reply earning him light tinkles of laugher from the group.

“Apparently she’s rich as fuck Ron- You’d be a kept man” laughed Ginny loading up her plate with a second round of food.

“If I get matched with her then someone Avada me! don’t look at me like that Harry mum would understand”.

“Ronald do stop being dramatic. The only silver lining so far is that Ministry employees are the first lot to get matched, so this includes all of us expect Ginny and Luna. So, Luna you could get your Slytherin as early as tomorrow for all we know…. anyway my heads killing. I’m heading home Thanks for the food, Gin!” said Hermione making her way towards the floo. Taking one final look at the group and apparating away.

She landed in her kitchen. Crookshanks immediately coming over to greet her and gesture for food. Hermione’s place was cosy and charming. Enough room for what she needed but not quite Malfoy Manor. Entering her living room, kicking off her shoes and sinking down onto her soft armchair. Hermione lent over to light her fireplace. Something she would usually do by magic, but today the muggle way felt correct. She watched the golden flames dancing amongst the coals. Her thoughts rapidly consuming her.

Hermione had tried believing her own speech about the Ministry’s good intentions, more to keep herself sane. In the privacy of her own home and thoughts. She’d agreed with Harry. This Ministry move felt a lot like a Voldemort tactic and she’d had a sneaky feeling something deeper was possibly at play.

She’d go along with the law for the sake of keeping her magic and to see how the whole thing would play out. In truth the idea behind the law had secretly intrigued Hermione. Yet the clause of forfeiting magic for non-compliance made her feel physically sick. Yet as a Muggleborn. She’d have an outlet that purebloods did not. Should her match be completely unsuitable. Hermione could return to the lonely, yet predictable muggle world.

It would be strange at first, especially without her parents to accompany her. On second thought she’d need to think about getting a job and gaps on CVs in the muggle world mattered. Hermione felt herself starting to panic about possible holes in her escape plan. Not wanting to go into a full panic. She accio’d a bottle of wine and fixed herself a glass. Making an internal mental note to revisit those thoughts for another day.

In terms of her current career. Hermione’s role at the Ministry kept her semi fulfilled. Magical creatures’ rights were vital to be upheld in the wizarding world and Hermione did her upmost to ensure that the Werewolves, Mermaids and Centaurs were not overlooked as less then. However, after 3 years and not much else to campaign for. Hermione had thought about switching to International Magical Law.

Unfortunately for Hermione. This was an area populated with senior higher up’s and even harder to get into if you didn’t suck up to Balfour. (Which she most certainly didn’t) Balfour was a pure-blooded middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and a slim build. If his arrogance didn’t irritate Hermione. His close friendship with Umbridge, prior to her swift resignation. Most certainly did. Hermione took a large gulp of wine; she did not want Balfour in her head after working hours. Maybe her match could be someone with pull at the Ministry. Perhaps somebody intellectual. There could be a possibility to form an alliance and help each other progress in their careers.

At 25, Hermione didn’t feel the baby rush. Although Mrs Weasley did love to remind Hermione that 25 wasn’t 20 and her career would always be there. Hermione didn’t want to admit to Molly that motherhood was very much still an option for her, but Ron was not a capable teammate to undertake this with. Their short experiment living together during their relationship soon revealed to Hermione they were compatible as friends and nothing more.

Her stomach growled, interrupting her thoughts. The loud growl reminding her it had been hours since she’d returned from the Potter’s. With a sigh, Hermione made her way over to her kitchen. Rolling up her sleeves and pulling her curls into a messy bun. She began chopping vegetables for dinner. The savory aroma of garlic and herbs filled the air as she expertly diced onions and sliced tomatoes. She accio’d a bag of pasta shells into her hand and poured a generous amount into her pan.

She needed a comfort meal, she needed to do things her way. She needed to brace herself for her day at the Ministry tomorrow. The only snippet of comfort was knowing some of her friends would be right there with her also going through uncertainty. But not Harry. He’d married Ginny at 19 straight after the war. The wizarding world rejoiced on the day of their wedding. Diagon Alley set off fireworks well into the night and it took Ginny 6 weeks to put away all the wedding presents. She couldn’t blame him. After-all Harry was told to expect his life could be short. In truth Hermione almost went the same way.

A few years after the Potter’s wedding and 4 years of dating. Ron had proposed to Hermione with a bouquet of sunflowers and a rose gold ring with a ruby stone in the centre. Beautiful for the right person, but that right person wasn’t her. After a gracious decline and lots of fire whiskey and tears. Both admitted they were better as friends. She was grateful to keep Ron in her life as a friend and found his personality endearing. His sarcastic reactions often made her laugh internally.

After mutually breaking things off with Ron. Hermione hadn’t bothered dating. Not that she’d struggle to find a willing date. She’d grown into her features and was quite an attractive woman. She just got spoilt with her own space and wasn’t in a rush to give it up.

The pasta bubbled alerting her attention. Hermione made her way back into the kitchen ,drained the pasta and mixed the vegetables into the pan. Putting a larger than usual helping of cheese on top. Grabbing the pan containing her food. She made her way upstairs to the bedroom.

As she ate. Hermione focused on her final though of the evening. Could it possible her right person be revealed in just a few days
She hoped it wouldn't be long to find out her fate. Good or bad. Hermione would always find a way to make situations work for her.

Tomorrow would be an interesting change from Magical Creatures legislation.

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Hermione arrived at the Ministry of Magic earlier then usual, the anticipation of the upcoming events weighing heavily on her mind as she passed through the grand doors. She couldn’t help but notice a sense of tension in the air. This was evident in the forced fake smiles Hermione received when she caught the eyes of some colleagues. Hermione returned her own awkward smiles and turned to greet Dakota, Receptionist for the Ministry. Pretty warm and friendly many would drop by to visit Dakota before starting their shifts and Dakota’s warm demeanour was just what Hermione needed this morning.

“Hi Dakota, did you have a nice break” Hermione asked watching Dakota run her hand through her short pink hair.
“The break was nice enough until the article about the Magical Matches Act ruined it. I haven’t been able to sleep, and I’ve been here since 6:30am. By the way …Penelope is already in your office”

“Thanks D I will catch up with you later. If you’re free for lunch join me and Pen?” Hermione replied hoping Dakota would join them as she often worked through her lunch break.

“If Balfour isn’t around, consider it done” Dakota shouted after Hermione as she started to walk towards her office.

Casting her eyes up towards the first-floor corridor. Hermione spotted Amelia Bones (Head of Magical Alchemy) conversing with x3 of her team members.
Hermione raised her hand to wave and Amelia returned her gaze with a soft forced smile. This didn’t help to ease the anxiety forming in Hermione’s stomach, but she put aside her thoughts and made her way to her office to get her morning cup of coffee.

Hermione’s muggle coffee machine had become a quite talking point at the Ministry. Some colleagues loving her muggle made coffee and others wondering why she didn’t use a wand. Of course It was no surprise that Malfoy was the first to sneer and make snide remarks about her muggle coffee preferences. When they were forced to interact on projects.
After the 3rd week of Malfoy’s constant taunts during an assignment. Hermione retorted by hiding her coffee machine in his office, making sure her assistant Penelope left the musical jingle on each time she snuck in to make a cup. Harry very quickly forgave the pair of them for “borrowing” his invisibility clock for the task.

Hermione smiled to herself at the memory. Victory was hers that day and watching Malfoy get angrier at not being able to source the location of the jingle was better than Molly Weasleys chicken pot pie.

Hermione had to admit Malfoy wasn’t quite as bad as he was in Hogwarts however his behaviour towards her hadn’t changed that much. He no longer called her a mud blood but still treated her with distain.

She could appreciate he had grown into a very attractive man since Hogwarts but his pompous arrogance tarnished his good looks in her eyes.

Malfoy had joined the Ministry after the war as a part of his plea deal to be cleared of treason charges towards the wizarding world. Narcissa was also cleared and retired to France leaving him in charge of the Malfoy Manor. Lucius remained on the run and Malfoy was required to have tracked floos within the manor ever since. There were still a few people in the Ministry who didn't trust him. Hermione was unsure where she stood, but Malfoy wasn’t her problem. The less she had to do with him the better.

Upon entering her office. Hermione saw her assistant Penelope already there reading through some papers. The sound of Hermione’s heels hitting the floor broke Penelope from her trance, whipping her long dark hair round to face her.

“Morning Hermione I should have known you’d be here early aswell” a hint of laugher in her voice.

“ No problem Pen … coffee?” Hermione offered knowing the answer before it was spoken

“ Fuck yeh! We have a lot to get through … although I'm surprised you still have the machine. I thought Malfoy would of avada’d that the second he found it “

“Blaise likes the coffee too much “Hermione replied

Penelope smiled and flipped her waist length hair over her shoulder.

“I’ve got the papers for your meeting at 3:00pm with the Wizagotmot as far as I’m aware it’s still on today. I haven’t been sent a cancellation. I know we won’t need the source notes for 2 weeks, but I’ve got them anyway. I don’t want to give Balfour a chance to catch this department out during Q & A”

Hermione couldn’t help but admire Penelope’s efficiency and sense of humour, qualities that made her a valuable assistant and trusted confidante. In truth Penelope reminded Hermione a bit of Ginny they had similar humour, and she’d miss her greatly if she ever did make the move into International Magical Law.

The coffee machine jingle rang out through her office. Penelope grabbing two cups and making her way over to the desk.

“Right then let’s go over these papers. Pen if you can cross reference the Mer people accidents statistics. I will review the conclusion. I suspect this will take us about 2-3 hours" Hermione said.

For a few hours they worked in a comfortable silence. Only broken by the coffee machine jingle. Which Hermione refused to turn off in case Malfoy was working on their floor.

It was 1:00pm when a magical announcement pulled Hermione and Penelope out of their tasks.

“All Ministry employees are required to gather in the grand hall immediately " . The voice of Mafalda Hopkirk boomed.

Hermione and Penelope shared a glance. They could hear the rush of movement and a flurry of chatter as Ministry employees made their way to the hall. Ron catching Hermione’s eye and making a thumbs up gesture.

As employees settled into seats. The sound of footsteps could be heard as Deputy Minister Balfour made his way onto the stage. He was followed by Amelia Bones whose face held an unconvincing front of confidence. Amelia was never one for public speaking.

Hermione noticed Amelia was dressed smarter then usual .Her blonde hair tied into a French twist and her tailored lilac wizarding robes made her look the part. Balfour raised his arms and the flurry of conversation from the crowd ceased.

Usually, it would be Kingsley delivering the speeches, but his return date was still unclear.

“I’d like to welcome you all back to the Ministry and I thank you for your patience during the shutdown. As is now public knowledge with thanks to the Daily Prophet. We have been looking at ways to improve our world. Over the years our population has fallen, romantic relationships are at a hold and the Marriage Matches Act is the best way to help combat loses and get the world moving again. I’d like to remind you that individuals may opt out. However magical ability will be forfeited. This decision has not been made lightly but upon reflection it is imperative to our world surviving. I will now pass you onto Amelia Bones to explain the process and next steps”

“Thank you sir , The temporary shutdown has allowed myself and my team to test magical markers thoroughly. Ensuring the best matches have been put forward. These matches have a 95% success rate and have been matched on magical ability and some personality traits. We have tested the markers and feel confident that the end results are correct … We know there will be some questions so please take the opportunity now to ask”

A few hands shot up – Dawn a witch in accounting addressed Balfour

“Deputy if anyone decided to withdraw from the process but do not have ties to the muggle world, what arrangements would be made for them?” Dawn asked timidly. Balfour locked his eyes on Dawn and pulled at his blazer ironing out any creases before answering.

“We have squib sites that you would join, and muggle studies teachers would help you integrate. Any wizarding funds held in Gringotts would be transferred into muggle currency” Balfour replied. Harry was next with his question for Amelia.

“Ms Bones as this magic has been conducted using Alchemy. What would happen if there was a mistake in the final match? . Alchemy is still considered new magic in some countries. Can it be trusted?"

More chatter rippled through the crowd with all eyes fixed on Amelia. Hermione smiled knowing Harry would be the one to ask the hard questions.

“I can assure you Mr Potter the magic has been tested for months. Hypothetically if a mistake was made in the pairing, both would show signs of unpredictable behaviours and in rare cases magical ability would slowly cease. Therefore, we have taken this process extremely seriously and those who have been entered into this process are guaranteed safety. I hope this answers your question. Harry nodded.

“In a few moments’ names will appear on the screen. This have been group by department and done alphabetically by forename. Upon seeing your match, you will make you way over to the records room. If your match is a Ministry employee, you will be required to attend together. If your match is not an employee an owl will be sent to them informing them of the match and an appointed will be created for you both to attend. If we could have silence, please the matches will commence”

Hermione began watching the screen feeling sick to her stomach – A sing song voice announced the first department

Department of Magical Law Enforcement

1. Alaric Blackwood – Lilliana Evesong
2. Blaise Zabini – Luna Lovegood
3. Cedric Stormbourne – Andrew McOnyx
4. Elara Starling – Morgan Opal
5. Evanna Everwood- Jacob Evermore
6. Farrah Silver – Dorian Nightwood

Hermione couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealously as Luna had matched with Blaise. Although she wasn't a fan of Slytherins. Blaise was the exception to the rule. At least Luna would be treated right she thought.

“And the second” Amelia's voice sung

Aurors Office

1. Draco Malfoy- Susan Bones
2. Harry Potter- Ginny Weasley
3. Isadora Wildflower – Marcus Flint
4. Lysander Fairmount – Nathanial Firebrand
5. Luca Thunderstone – Ameile Fairheart
6. Ron Weasley – Pansy Parkinson

Hermione cast a look out at the Auror department. Ron’s face was hot with rage and Malfoy looked stunned. If it was this bad for them Hermione was now on the verge of fainting.
The third announcement almost made her physically sick

Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures

1. Hermione Granger – Gregory Goyle
2. Penelope Clearwater - Tyrell Maxwell
3. William Onyx- George Weasley

Hermione took a hard look at the name. Gregory Goyle a panic rising in her chest.
She tried to shout out to say she would forfit her magic. But no sound came out and the hall turned black. 

Hermione was suprised to find herself back home on her sofa ,with a hand written note pinned to her jumper. She unfolded it and read.

Mione, you passed out and were unresponsive for a few minutes I floo’d you back home.

Everyone else has been dismissed for the next 3 days whilst match plans go underway.

I’m so sorry. How you have anything in common with Goyle I don’t know.

Surely this has got to be a mistake?!!.
Prophet reporters were also in attendance at the match reveals so expect the Daily Prophet reporting on all this like vultures.

Love Pen.

Realising that it wasn't a bad dream afterall. Hermione vomited over her floor.

Chapter Text

Draco felt his stomach lurch as he heard the result…Susan Bones…Susan Fucking Bones. Draco thanks to his mother’s etiquette classes, could make small talk look easy but it was well known around the Ministry that Susan was quiet and dull. She worked in the Ministry doing administration and that was all he recalled about her. He’d sooner have Luna at least her random tangents might make him laugh. Knowing how ridiculous they were. But a life of watching paint dry with Susan had him wondering if becoming Voldermort 2.0 was so bad?.

He rose from his seat, ignoring the looks and whispers from the crowd and transported himself back to Malfoy Manor. Landing on the stone-cold floors he stormed through the halls, his footsteps echoing off the stone. His mind was ablaze with fury. Disbelief flew through him like a venomous curse. How could the Ministry do this to him? Was this to prove he was never forgiven for his past life after all? it certainly felt like it.

Draco wasn’t as shocked by the Marriage Act as others were. He connected the dots about the Ministry’s plans a few months back. He didn’t think that he would be included in the round up’s so didn’t give it further thought. Being one of the sacred 28. It was common knowledge that his bride wouldn’t be his own choice. However, Draco could at least take comfort in knowing his future wife would have held a similar background, could at least hold a conversation and know the art of networking. That he could cope with , knowing that some form of common ground existed. Ground that could possibly form into a real connection. But this business with Susan ... This was horrific.

He stomped down the stairs to the cellar on a mission to find one of the stronger whiskies in the collection. Flinging open the door Draco saw Blaise seated on one of the green velvet chairs, looking slightly amused swirling the whisky around his glass. Draco wasn't suprised to see him. Blaise would often be found at the Manor. Since his mother died he didn't like to spend alot of time at his estate. Despite Narcissa getting the property redesigned for his comfort. Blaize preffered to be among structure and friends.

“Before you have a tantrum. I poured this for you… ” Blaise eyed Draco as he passed him the glass. His face calm.

“If you’ve come to bask in my misfortune, go fuck yourself, I’m not in the mood. Alchemy magic is bullshit, it must be. To match me with Susan Bones! …. She’s practically a Weasley!!”

With that he downed the whisky and accio’d the bottle to go back for seconds.

“Not all red heads are Weasleys, you know that right?. Blaise replied chuckling to himself

“Prick” Draco glared

“Think of it this way you’ll never know she’s here. Honestly has anyone ever heard her speak? and speaking of Weasley’s. Pansy is already considering leaving for muggle London. She’s consulting with Hector to reside in the underground tunnels, undetected with magic intact. She refuses to marry Ron and I don’t blame her.”

Draco nodded- reminding himself to reestablish his risker connections should he wish to do the same. Draco’s ability as a tracker was what brought him into the Ministry in the first place and in turn got him placed on the Auror team. He played nice for the Ministry and his family but that didn’t mean he hadn’t taught a few deserving people, like Pansy. His incognito tricks.

“Pansy knows the risk if she’s caught but after what she’s been through, she’d sooner have freedom and no magic or at least try things her own way- Her Harrods stocks are doing well so money isn’t an issue.

“When did she tell you all this?” Draco replied

“About an hour ago she owled me to let me know and to tell us she’s making plans to leave tonight. She doesn’t want us to see her off as she doesn’t want to implicate us”

Silence danced around the room for a few moments

“So, you matched with Luna? …” Draco asked

“umm hmm I’ve always liked blondes so physically that’s a win. Personality wise I’d rather date Umbridge. I can only hope she’ll spend most her time with her imaginary friends. I have two more days of freedom before I have go back to the Ministry to begin proceedings. I’m not giving up my magic or my money. But I wonder if Granger will be snapping her wand in half as we speak”

Draco looked confused

“Ahh yes you left straight after our matches were announced... Granger got Goyle”

“FUCK OFF!!,” Draco replied in disbelief , almost dropping his glass in shock.

“Yep as soon as she heard the news Granger passed out, Penelope got her out. I can’t imagine Granger would actually go through with it, gods its as bad as if you and her got matched”

“Are you trying to make my day worse? That match makes no sense. None of these do !. Magical, intellectual and personality compatibility go into the result. Well last I fucking checked. I didn’t have the intelligence of a sponge. The personality of a chocolate frog and the magical ability of Longbottom 1st year?!.” Draco seethed.

Blaise laughed and got out a fresh bottle. Draco always did have a way with words when he got angry. This match with Susan would be entertaining to watch at the very least. and in turn give Blaise something to focus on that wasn't his own match situation.

The sound of heels clicking against the stairs of the celler floor interrupted his thoughts. Draco sighed knowing who those footsteps belonged too. In a few short minutes Narcissa would enter the room. Draco could only hope she didn't know of the match yet.  However this was the woman who knew things before Rita Skeeter so Draco didn't hold out much hope. His mother entered the room her white blonde waist length hair gliding in behind her. Her silver eyes lingering on the whisky bottles then both men in the room. She sighed smoothing down her icy blue robes and clicked her fingers.

“Constance” Narcissa called. A small elf appeared

“Mistress?”

“Please can you make me a drink”

Constance set to work making a strong cocktail for Narcissa. Raised in a very old money and traditional family. Narcissa was taught it was unsightly for ladies to be seen making alcoholic drinks. Any ladies she saw at functions who helped themselves to large amounts of alcohol were eliminated from the future Malfoy wife list.

Taking a delicate sip Narcissa addressed Blaise first.

“Blaise if you plan on going through with your match. I will help you plan your wedding. Luna is a strange one but I respect her alternative ways of looking at life. I would also like something to take my mind off this mess with Draco”.

“How do you know about….” Draco began but Narcissa interjected before he could finish

“Diagon Alley had an announcement board of all the matches” she replied tight lipped.

Blaise spoke next to ease the tension in the room.

“I will be going through with the match and it would be an honour to have your help”

“Then it’s settled…. As for our situation Draco. I have already looked into ways we can get out of this but it might be in our best interest to play along. Learning more about the terms children are not expected until the second year. ”

Draco ran a hand through his hair “I’m not falling in line with this. The Ministry can’t force anything!! …Not on us”

“Actually they can, Narcissa interjected in a low but firm voice “The marriage act leaves very little room for negotiation. The Ministry is quite serious about these ….alliances. They still believe I know where your father is.”

Draco turned to Narcissa his temper flaring “ And you’re just going to stand there and accept this- Me marrying Bones” He couldn’t keep the disgust from his voice. "Forgive me being crude mother but the idea of physical matters with someone who looks like a Weasley. I’d sooner chop my dick off”

Blaise couldn’t contain his laughter. It rang through the cellar. The sound echoing off the walls. Narcissa let a light smirk appear on her face before turning to Draco.

“Our situation is delicate Draco .Use your imagination for that part if you must, but you will be doing your part. At least for the next six months. In the meantime I will keep looking at a way to get you out of this.  Need I remind you we still have enemies. I cannot have you without magic. I'm not thrilled about this but the purebloods need to be seen as cooperative. They might have forgiven other pureblood families but our name still comes with uncertainty.  Your wedding plans will be the same as before. I’ll have Susan choose a dress from the bespoke boutiques and we will worry about the rest later. I believe you have two days to decide and then present yourself to the Ministry for next steps. I will set up a meeting with Ameila and Susan to get things moving” and with that she left the room.

Blaise took his leave a few minutes after and Draco was left alone with his private thoughts.  He let them linger onto Granger. Just a moments distraction from his own disaster. Goyle had been spending his time between Germany and England. Draco saw him occasionally and was civil but Goyle's maturity levels still remained that of a teenage boy. His views on women were abbhorent and Draco wondered why on earth Goyle was included in the matches in the first place. He spent more time oversees then in England. 

Goyle wasn’t the most handsome of wizards. Tall like Draco but stocky with a short neck. It was as if Goyle’s body was made wrong. Born into the pureblood society but never fitting in completely. Goyle never could maintain decorum at his mother’s social events ,drinking far too much and causing scenes . He was quite frankly an embarrassment to purebloods. The ones with the highest bloodlust thanks to the Voldermort days, were those that kept in touch with him the most. Theo in particular. Goyle was used to being pandered too and saw women as servants rather then people. Sure Draco could have his moments but he was never on the same level as Goyle. The only good thing was that Granger would be the one to knock him down a peg or two.? As Draco knew all too well Granger was a woman who could hold her own. This was something Draco would be intrigued to see . He hadn't been on a trip in sometime. 

This match , like his also didn’t make sense. Settling into the chair Draco began writing down the matches he was aware of. Based on the factors included in the magic...All of them didn’t make sense. Blaise didn’t seem too wounded being matched with Luna, However Draco suspected this was because Blaise had become so lonely he would welcome most company into his manor even if it wasn't fully sane.

Draco wrote down the next key piece of information.. Matches were 98% effective and incorrect calculated matches could have dire consequences with magic and health. So the magic had to be right?. Maybe someone wasn't playing a game with him afterall ?. 

But if they were. Well Draco Malfoy loved games.

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Ministry Compulsory Annual Leave Day 1: Hermione

Hermione awoke the next day. A copy of The Daily Prophet facing her. The headline “Magical Matches Released” confirmed it wasn’t a dream. She had been matched with Goyle and she had two more days to decide if she’d stay as part of the wizarding world or leave for good. Since Penelope took her home. Hermione hadn’t wanted to see anyone. Despite many efforts from The Potters. She wanted to be alone with her thoughts, and to create an exit plan should she decide to return to the muggle world for good.

The thought of marrying Goyle terrified Hermione. She hadn’t seen him in years. The unknown bothered her. She had no read on who he was now and her memories of him weren’t pleasant. At least Malfoy seemed hesitant to inflict punishment during Voldermort’s return. Unlike Goyle. She remembered the shocks in the courtroom when she appeared in the witness stand at the Malfoy trials. As much as Hermione didn’t like Malfoy, she was able to separate fact from feelings and do the right thing. An act that earnt the respect of Narcissa Malfoy. The two women holding a secret respect for each other ever since. Hermione insisting to Narcissa that the gratitude gold wasn’t required but Narcissa insisted and informed Hermione in a matter-of-fact tone that the gold would make things even. Maybe she could find a use for that gold after all. 

Since the trials and the mandatory "gift". Hermione and Narcissa never spoke again. Hermione only knew through Blaise that Narcissa preferred to split her time between England and France. Hermione suspected Narcissa preferred France as the stares she would still receive at times must become tiresome. The wizarding world was steeped in tradition and although some efforts to modernise had been made. The older generation weren’t so quick to forgive and forget.

Her thoughts then lingered on Goyle. After the war it was determined that Goyle be sentenced to exile instead of Askaban. Evidence at his trial showed he was placed under the imperious curse for some of the acts he committed and therefore couldn’t be properly convicted ,and so it was decided he would relocate to his estates in Germany. Only returning to England for Gringotts matters. Harry suspected the reason for this outcome was so the Ministry could keep the purebloods around to put on trial as and when they needed funds for projects or the Ministry itself. Hermione didn’t dismiss Harry’s theories as quickly as Ron had. Afterall many thought Harry a liar or a fool when he told them Voldermort had returned....

A loud tap on the window broken Hermione's thoughts. Looking out the window onto the autumnal view below .She spotted Edith. Luna’s white and blue owl holding a brown letter in her beak. Hermione looked around for a treat to give but only had an apple. Edith flapped her wings in upset looking slightly offended as she usually got chocolate. However she dropped the letter on the ground and secured the apple in her beak. Giving Hermione one final look of disappointment before flying off into the outside world. Hermione collected the letter up from off the floor and read the contents.

Hi Hermione,

By the time Edith gives you this letter you will hear a knock on your door. I’m already outside please let me in. I brought rock swirls. I’ve matched with Blaise and I wanted your insight into who he is and to hear about how you are doing.

The knock on the door made Hermione smile. Luna had a great way of reading the room and knowing what you needed rather than what you wanted.

“Doors open Luna” Hermione shouted. Luna danced into the room her sunshine yellow dress and waist length hair floated around her

“I know you don’t want to see anyone, but I decided that just won’t do and you must see me!... How are you?” Luna asked

“Honestly, I don’t know. I feel all I’ve done is sleep and think, and I only have 2 days to decide if I go through with this bullshit match or leave. Why couldn't it be someone I know. At least then it wouldn’t be so bad… Hell this even makes Malfoy look like husband of the year!! ...I take it you’re going forward with Blaise?” Hermione replied, an internal pang of jealousy hitting her stomach.

“Yes, he owled me to let me know he accepts the match and if I planned to do the same, we sent our replies to the Ministry already. He seems nice enough. But what do you think? I know you’ve always liked him” Luna responded a knowing smile danced across her face.

Hermione’s head shot up. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t deny it.  She had a crush on Blaise for a while. A crush she thought was well hidden but damn Luna and have observation skills. It wasn’t that she was in love with him, but smart, handsome , rich and not an arsehole like the other shitty Slytherin snakes. Well Blaise lived in her head rent free. She would never dare act on her crush she had been made fun of enough times in her life and didn't fancy being gossip for bored rich wizards.

“How did you …..” Hermione had to ask

“Just the way you speak about him with respect. He’s the only Slytherin you speak highly of…also the hair twirl when you reference him in conversation”

Hermione felt her cheeks grow hot feeling embarrassed.

“It’s ok Hermione he is good looking and seems respectable. Traits most woman would appreciate”

“He is a nice man Luna you don’t have to worry about any mistreatment from him. You’re both highly intelligent and I think you will be great for Blaise. You’re one of my best friends and I’m happy some of us will benefit from these matches.”

A silence filled the room.

“So, what are you going to do Hermione are you going to go through with this? . You know I will support either choice you make, but if you plan to leave. Promise me you will share your plans with me at least?  Or share them with Harry” Luna replied studying Hermione’s features.

“I’m undecided. The idea of being without magic makes me feel sick ….  but I think I might go through with it. I can only hope he isn’t as bad as I remember or that he says no, and I’m removed from this whole shitty situation altogether.”

“Well that would make life easier”  replied Luna grabbing the box of rock swirls and a bottle of wine.

Berlin -Germany

Goyle stared out of the window of his estate on the edge of the city. The grey drizzle putting him in a foul mood. He hated trying to play quidditch in the rain.

“Master….” A small female house elf squeaked

“What” Goyle snapped

“This letter has come for you from England”

Goyle tore the letter from her hands. The elf stood rooted to the spot. Goyle eyed her with distain.

“Be gone Eva and polish my fucking brooms!”

Once she exited the room Goyle exhaled and began to read the letter. His eyes widening as he read the contents.

Dear Gregory Goyle,

We are pleased to inform you that after careful consideration by the Ministry of Magic’s Marriage Reconciliation Office, you have been matched with Miss Hermione Granger in accordance with the provisions of the Magical Union Accord. This carefully selected union is intended to strengthen and unify our magical community, ensuring stability and mutual prosperity for all witches and wizards.

In compliance with Ministry regulations, you have two days to respond to this match. Should you wish to accept. Please confirm by returning this letter with your signed consent in the designated area below. You will be required to attend a sign on appointment at the Ministry of Magic’s central office. Details of your appointment will be sent upon acceptance.

Please be aware that failure to attend without formal cause will result in a summons for immediate compliance.

Conditions of Acceptance

1. Response – You must respond to this notice within two days of receipt, either by confirming your acceptance or formally declining.

2. Sign on Appointment – After your acceptance, you will be required to attend your Ministry Sign on Appointment during which the magical union documentation will be finalised

3. Wedding Timeline – Should both parties accept the match. Your wedding ceremony will be required to occur one week after your sign on appointment

Declining the match

If either side of the party wishes to decline the match, they must submit their refusal accompanied by a valid reason. If this reason is deemed valid the other half of the match will be rematched. If the reason for decline is not upheld. Both parties must present themselves for a mandatory magical extraction.

With highest regards

Aldous Rookwood

Head of the Marriage Reconciliation Office

Goyle’s anger flew through him. Hermione Granger of all people. He’d hoped that bitch had finally been silenced for good. But clearly not. Honestly how useless was Greyback?!

He gritted his teeth barely resisting the urge to tear the parchment to shreds. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this livid. Why her? He didn’t dislike her. He outright HATED her.

Thanks to her his father lost everything.

Granger represented everything he detested. She was smart but in that arrogant know it all way and far too righteous for his liking. Her looks as far as he remembered were ok but her lack of self-care when it came to her appearance bugged him. How can any man take her seriously?. He could just imagine her now looking stupidly out of place at a high society ball. She didn’t belong in their world. Old money had standards an image to maintain.

He had hoped Germany would keep him out of the way of the Ministry’s shit, but he knew one day they’d cash in on his situation and administer their own payback. It made him think if Granger had caused some upset for her to get paired with him?!.  The last name he expected to see would have been hers. Goyle guessed the lack of new pureblood babies and births in general were behind the magical matches and shoving unlikely pairs together might fix some of the fractures in the magical world.

Goyle paced down the majestic corridors of his manor. Pausing to take a glimpse of his reflection in the glass. Tall and muscular from years of physically intensive magic, He had a naturally sturdy frame. His face wasn’t quite as brutish as people assumed. Though his strong jaw, heavy brow and dark eyes lent him a certain roughness. His nose had been broken twice, healing imperfectly giving him a slightly crooked look. His muddy brown hair fell messy across his forehead.

He’d never been much for charm, but he wasn’t exactly a mountain troll either. Women didn’t flock to him like Malfoy and Zabini. But he could make an impression when he put in a bit of effort. Not that any of that mattered with Granger. She wasn’t the type to be impressed by looks. Nor did he deem her worthy enough to make an effort for.

Sighing he reached for a cigarette. Germany had been a great escape. A place no one really cared about his past with Draco Malfoy and the other Slytherins. A place where some escapee death eaters still resided. Goyle knew this as they attended his christmas dinners on occasion. If there was any silver lining to this shitshow of a match, it was the possibility that he could get back into the UK without too many questions. There were a few areas of unfinished business in the UK that Goyle had planned to come back and finish.

He stubbed out the cigarette, grabbed a quill and penned an acceptance reply to the letter. Maybe he could settle some old scores after all …

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The rain in Berlin hadn’t stopped for three days, and Goyle decided it was the closest thing to England’s welcome he was going to get before even stepping foot back on its soil. He’d packed lightly, just enough to make it look like this “marriage match” was the reason for his return, not the other business gnawing at the back of his mind. He’d cursed inwardly at himself for not alerting some of his connections within the UK that he’d be coming.

The Portkey that the Ministry had sent him sat in a locked chest at the foot of his bed, wrapped in a warded seal that flared red if touched before the agreed travel time. Even now, as he stood over it, cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, Goyle couldn’t shake the feeling that the Ministry had laced it with more than just transport magic. Probably tracking charms. Maybe even listening spells. Fucking dicks!

Eva, the house-elf, lingered in the doorway.
“Master Gregory… the travel time approaches. Shall I prepare…”
“No,” he cut in, grabbing his coat. “I’ll manage.”
The Portkey flared at exactly noon. The sharp yank behind his navel almost made him lose his balance, but he landed on both feet, barely on the cracked flagstones of a Ministry-designated arrival point in London.

England smelled the same. Wet stone, damp earth, and that faint underlying tang of soot that no amount of magical cleaning ever seemed to erase from the city air.
A man in Ministry grey robes was already waiting. Thin, reedy voice. Too polite to be friendly.
“Mr Goyle. Your acceptance letter was received. You’ll attend your Sign-On Appointment tomorrow morning… If you can hold out your wrist sir”
Goyle reluctantly complied as he watched the enchanted bracelet be fixed to his wrist. The Ministry official spoke again,
"Standard compliance monitoring. Removal will be considered an act of non-cooperation; you are permitted to remain in the country under supervision"
Goyle grunted. “You done?”
“For now. Welcome back to the United Kingdom. We will see tomorrow for your wedding ceremony.” The Ministry man vanished with a sharp crack.

Goyle stood for a long moment in the drizzle, looking up at the towering, grim facade of the Ministry building. Turning down the narrow alley that led away from official eyes. He had one day before he had to face Hermione bloody Granger, and he wasn’t wasting it. He knew his photo would end up in the Daily Prophet so not looking the part wasn’t an option. His pureblood upbringing would never allow him to appear on a photograph unkept.

His first stop was Knockturn Alley. The twisted lanes felt almost unchanged, same shadows, same hushed voices, same lingering tang of things best left unspoken. He kept his hood low as he passed the old shops, scanning for familiar faces. But the most he’d received was others turning away quickly, pretending they hadn’t seen him at all. He was sure he’d seen someone who looked a lot like Zabini but by the time Goyle looked up he’d gone.

Following a quiet conversation with one of his connections in the backroom of Borgin & Burkes, Goyle ticked off the first few things on his mental list of “unfinished business.” But before he could disappear back into the underground entirely, he remembered the damn wedding. The Ministry would be watching; he needed to look like a respectable pure-blood groom. He'd only need to keep up for the act for a few days afterall. So, with a grimace, he stepped out of Knockturn and into the relative brightness of Diagon Alley. Madam Malkin’s was exactly as he remembered, smelling faintly of starch, fabric dye, and too much perfume. The witch herself was still bustling about with measuring tapes, tsking at hems and cuffs.

“I need dress robes,” he said flatly when she approached.
“For a wedding?” Her eyes lit up with that predatory gleam shopkeepers got when they smelled a big sale.
“…. Obviously.” Goyle replied fixing her with a stare.

He endured her fussing and measuring, standing stiffly while she draped deep green fabric across his broad shoulders. It was cut in a modern, tailored style, with just enough traditional detailing to satisfy Ministry formality. Against his better judgment, he had to admit it looked good.
Not that he was bothered about impressing Granger. Oh no , Goyle was more concerned with presenting an image. One that told the UK wizarding world I’m back. His connections could start to celebrate again. An unspoken message... Besides Granger would probably be in some Weasley hand me down so he could enjoy a rare moment of being the best dressed. He’d felt into his pocket for the keys he’d collected from Borgin & Burkes. He’d need to get Eva into the property as soon as possible to get the house ready for his new wife. It hadn’t been touched in years and he certainly wasn’t going to clean it. The thought of house elves and Granger came into his mind. Recalling when the stupid bitch tried to get freedom rights for the elves. House elves were put on this earth to serve pure bloods. For someone as intelligent as Granger how could she not get that!.
Perhaps he could make Eva starve her….. A sinister smile danced on his face at the thought.

So with the first lot of business taken care of ,Goyle made his way to his accommodation for the night. A tidy but small room above a dingy pub near the Leaky Cauldron. The mattress was decent enough. However the air smelled faintly of stale butterbeer. The rain matched his mood and he watched it beat steadily against the window. For the first time in years, he was back on home ground.
Tomorrow, he’d have to not only see her but marry her and that thought didn’t make him smile. It made his jaw clench until it ached.
Casting a room service charm and requesting an owl. Goyle penned his command for Eva to join him and head straight to his UK estate to make preparations for the new Mrs Goyle.
Within 20 minutes Eva had arrived into the room. Shaking slightly. Goyle eyed her with distain and threw the set of keys into her direction.

“You will prepare the manor for the arrival of our new ….guest. Try not to fuck it up A simple cleaning job should be enough for you to grasp”
“Ye…. Yes master” The elf replied taking the keys and transporting herself to the unused Goyle Manor.

Arriving with a thud on its unkept grounds Eva sighed. Alone in her thoughts she cursed at Goyle . She hated him. He’d always been a mistake of a person. Her grandmother told her stories about the elder Goyle’s and it seemed like Evas treatment in comparison to what her grandmother endured was child's play. Eva hated being a house elf. Hated their lack of rights and how accepted it was for them to be physically abused.

She'd heard of Hermione Granger before. Hearing along the elf-vine that Harry Potter’s friend was attempting to get rights for house elves. But of course the wizarding world proved hard to change and the glimmer of something better was gone. At least Miss Granger …. Mistress Goyle , She corrected ..should be kind to her. It had been a long time since Eva felt kindness and she’d seen some sadistic behaviour from her master and his friends. Not only seen it but been subject to their torture just for fun. The dark magic upon her family line was so strong that it would not only eliminate her family but turn other house elves against her and in the elf word, like the pureblood. Reputation was everything.

She’d also learnt that Hermione was a very powerful witch and could hold her own. This would be useful and most needed. She’d seen Goyle have free reign and no consequences since he was a baby. When he’d lost his father and his best friend Crabbe .He took his anger and abuse to new levels.
She put the key into the door and stepped into the abandoned manor and greeted by a dusty room.
Her mind casting back to the last time his old friends "entertained" in these rooms…. Crabbe, Flint, Zabini, Rockwood ,Malfoy.

Only two of them were not psychopaths. Zabini and Malfoy refused to join in with the torture of Eva. Malfoy deeming it beneath him to touch a house elf. Zabini following suit.
Goyle embarrased by Malfoys refusal and dressing down decided to get revenge of Draco that night. Goyle still thinking Eva was unconscious, put her in a closet but he didn't realise she heard the whole revenge plan that Goyle & Crabbe put in motion for the Malfoy family.

She wanted to tell someone what she knew, but before she could. Her master informed her they were moving to Germany. Where they had remained ever since. But now ..now they were back.
This piece of information was Eva’s leverage and she’d cling to it as if she had her own wand. Maybe one day she’d tell it. But for now she’d contrate on prepping the manor.
It would be nice to have a lady of the house. Even if the lady was entering a hellhole.