Disclaimer: Just my sad attempt at playing God. It's too much fun to resist messing with their little lives and all! Point is: I own none of it. Anything you recognize is the property of J.K. Rowling and her associates.

Alright, just got to get some housekeeping out of the way. This story gets it's basic inspiration from the WIKTT Marriage Law Challenge by ChelleyBean. There are many responses to this story, and I've read many of them. I may inadvertantly smush some ideas into here, but it's gotten so mumbled that I have no idea what's what. So my apologies if that does occur.

There will be mention of teacher/student relationships and forced marriage. By writing this, I am condoning neither.

This takes place in the Trio's seventh year, but Hermione is still at the legal age of consent at all times.

That being said, Enjoy!

...A Perfect Lie.

"No! Absolutely not!" an exceptionally angry Professor Snape raged. "I'm outraged that you would even ask!" Snape glared at the old man in front of him. If looks could kill, Dumbledore would have been long dead.

The man, Professor Dumbledore, simply surveyed the professor carefully over his half-moon glasses.

Snape continued to pace in front of the headmaster's desk. He scowled and generally calmed down a bit before speaking again. "Have you any idea what you are asking of me?"

"I know your not happy with this Severus, but I just ask you to consider it. Please, as a favor to me." Albus Dumbledore's words were dripping with sincerity and consolation.

Snape grumbled something under his breath that perhaps might have been acceptance of the headmaster's words then strode hastily from the office.

"Eck!" an annoyed Hermione Granger squeaked. A chocolate frog slipped between her fingers and jumped onto the luggage rack next to the window. She glared at the frog for daring to try and escape. On the other side of the train compartment, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were turning red from trying to supress laughing.

Hermione threw them a look, then came to her senses and remembered she was a witch, and with a flick of the wrist and short charm she rendered the rogue frog stiff and immobile. She grinned at the boys and they stopped bothering trying to conceal their grins and burst out laughing.

"You know 'Mione, for the smartest witch in school it took you long enough to catch that frog." a grinning Ron teased.

Hermione chuckled and whacked Ron on the arm. She set about eating her chocolate frog as Harry asked "That yours Hermione?" indicating the Daily Prophet on the seat next to her. When Hermione nodded he asked "Mind if I look?"

"Go ahead Harry. But I'll need it back, I haven't even gotten a chance to look at it." said Hermione, chewing on some Bertie Bott's Beans now. From her expression, she had found normal flavors. Harry grabbed the paper as an unwanted visitor commented "Got to keep up on our press clippings,right Potter?"

Three heads darted to the door of the compartment, finding Draco Malfoy leaning on the door post with his two cronies, Goyle and Crabbe hovering next to him.

Harry frowned and said "Get out of here Malfoy." staring warningly at him. Malfoy shrugged as if he really didn't care what Harry wanted and continued "I think you'll find a very interesting article in that post. Expecially for you." Malfoy grinned nastily at Hermione.

Harry and Ron both stood up. "Move it Malfoy!" Ron yelled, and Draco grinned at his annoyance. With a meaningful, but unreadable look at them all, Draco left the compartment, his companions not far behind.

"Let me see that." Hermione grabbed the paper from Harry's hands. She scanned the cover and flipped through pages hastily, not seeing Harry and Ron's concerned looks. Suddenly her face paled as she seemed to have found what she was looking for.

"What? What is it Hermione?" Harry asked, his green eyes getting cloudy with concern for his friend. Hermione held out a shaky hand, loosely grasping the article, and Harry took it from her. He glanced nervously at her and began reading the article aloud.


Minister Fudge made a rather shocking announcement eariler today. It stems from the studies that St. Mungo's hospital has recently released.

These studies show a appauling rise in deformities, squib births, mental disablities and severe illness in newborns. Not only that, but miscarriages and stillbirths have been occurring at a shocking rate of over 37.

The cause of these atrocities has been linked to the constant inter-marriages of the pureblood families of Britian. There has been speculation that, if allowed to continue, these marriages would eventually lead to the downfall of the wizarding world as we know it.

While Fudge had been authorized to make any laws that would potentially help, he had decided to take this particular one in front of the entire Wizengamot.

The law, which was passed unanimously by the board, requires the marriage of eligible male purebloods to muggle-born witches. As per the law, male wizards, or the heads of their family, may petition for any unmarried muggle-born witch aged 18 or older. The purebloods in question must be at least 17 years of age.

"I understand that this will not be taken well. But it is necessary for our survival that we do everything we can to rectify the situation." stated Cornelius Fudge as he left the courtroom.

The idea behind the law is that these marriages will not only encourage, but require, the birth of magical children.

"These are drastic times, and drastic measures must be taken." said Amelia Bones, after being questioned about her opinions on the law.

One member of the Wizengamot who could not be found for interviewing was one Albus Dumbledore, the current head of the Wizengamot. As the law was passed unanimously, the situation must truely be bad because Albus Dumbledore, who always defended the rights of muggle-borns, had agreed to it

We can only hope that this law brings hope for the future, and a brighter tommorrow.

Hermione snorted in disgust. "This law just might be hope for the future? Who do they think they're kidding?!"

Ron put a comforting arm around Hermione. "You won't turn 18 for over a year. The law'll probably be repealed by then."

Harry nodded enthusiasticly. "Of course it will! Hermione, really, don't worry." Harry gave a small smile in Hermione's direction.

"Somehow, I don't think it will. I mean, even Dumbledore agreed to it." Hermione's frown grew deeper, and she looked like she was on the verge of crying. "How could he?"

Harry fished a handkerchief out of his trunk and gave it to Hermione. "I don't know why he did. But you have to admit that Dumbledore usually has a good reason for everything he does."

"I'd love to hear what his reason for this is." Hermione muttered, blowing her nose.

"Aww 'Mione really, me and Harry won't let anything happen to you. I'll marry you myself if I have to." Ron said concernedly. Hemione smiled tearfully at them and shook her head.

"You know I could never let you do that." Hermione said. "And anyways, I doubt I have anything to worry about. Who wants to marry a bookworm anyways?"

"You're great 'Mione, any guy'd be lucky to have you!" Harry said right away. Ron nodded in agreement but didn't make eye contact with Hermione.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said "You know, my name's not "Mione". Or "Hermy" either for that matter. If I can get Victor Krum to say my name correctly, you can do it too."

Ron's jaw dropped slightly."You got Krum to say your name?" he asked incredulously.

Hermione ran a hand through her thick hair and said "Yes. And it took -forever-. Oh, and before you ask, no I'm not seeing him still."

Ron blinked at her as if to say 'How did you know what I was thinking?'

Harry grinned slightly at Ron and glanced at Hermione saying "Do I even want to know?"

Hermione smirked slightly and said "No. Not really."

Harry sighed and glared teasingly at Hermione. "Now I have to know!"

Ron snickered in the background as Hermione took her time thinking about how to answer this.

"Let's just say it involved a duck, a pair of old swedish maids, and a pair of fur-trimmed handcuffs." she said, shaking her head as if the thoughts burned.

Slowly things got back to normal in the compartment, the recent news pushed into the back of their minds.