New story, same pairing as Life in the Fast Lane, actually, the title comes from the lyrics of the same band…Title comes from the lyrics of Desperado. Amazing song. Listen, love, cry. Anywho…this story is hard to write a summary about. So…the first chapter should pretty much explain it. By the way, this does not follow Deathly Hallows. It is AU, and Dumbledore is still alive.

Rainbow Above You

Chapter One

The End


The Ministry of Magic does hereby instate the Marriage Law.

All seventh years at Hogwarts, upon completion of their term in two weeks, will receive notice of their future spouse.

The Ministry of Magic will be pairing witches and wizards together so to help end the prejudice between bloodlines.

All students must marry within six (6) weeks of notice.

All those not in compliance will have their wands revoked.

Have A Nice Summer!


Mishka Shivepite

Department of Magical Tolerance

Hermione Granger stared at the letter she had received earlier that week. She scoffed as she unceremoniously stuffed it back into her bag. The Ministry, in their dismally valiant attempt at ending blood prejudice after the defeat of Voldemort earlier in the year was disgraceful.

She sat at a table in the Great Hall eating breakfast and skimming over the headlines of the Daily Prophet. All anyone could seem to talk about was the marriage law. Couples hoped and prayed they would be paired with each other. Hermione wasn't sure what she wanted. It was a lose-lose situation in her mind. On one hand, she could be paired off to someone she hardly knew and would be trapped in a marriage with someone she had nothing in common with. On the other hand, she could be paired off with a friend, like Harry or Ron. They would protect her, but she couldn't see herself being married to them. They were like family to her.

She had yet to inform her parents of the news. She was unsure how to tell them their only daughter was to be married off in a month to someone she didn't even know.

"Of all the things the Ministry has ever done, this has got to be the most ridiculous idea they have ever thought up." Harry said, breaking Hermione's thoughts. He was finishing up an article written, obviously by a Ministry drone, praising the new Marriage Law and it's great strides to ending the timeless fight between blood lines.

"Maybe we'll get lucky with our spouses." Ron said, trying to lighten the mood, his eyes resting on Hermione. She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

"We'll just have to see how it goes. Hopefully the Ministry will back down before we all get married off." Hermione sighed, trying desperately to seem optimistic on the outside. Inside, she knew there was no way things could turn out well. There was no upside. All she could see was rain, no break in the clouds, no rainbow above her, nothing but despair filled her future.

Hermione woke early Saturday morning to pen a letter to her parents. She included the snippet of the Daily Prophet along with the letter. She told her parents generally what was going on and to not worry about her. She would figure something out, or be married off in a month.

They replied later that night. She was not at all surprised with their reaction.

How could this be happening?! What is the Ministry thinking!? Is there anything you can do to change this? We don't want to give up our only daughter, yet, much less to a complete stranger!!! When will you know who he is? Oh Hermione, we love you very much but this is just awful! Of course, your father and I will always be here when you need us. You can come stay with us any time you like, always remember that.


Mum and Dad

She was grateful that they offered to have her stay whenever she needed to. It did not help quell her nerves; she knew things would be forever different between her and her parents. She loved her parents but they never truly understood her world, and they would never truly understand it. When she turned 11, they were introduced to a whole new world that changed their daughter. They always knew she was special but they could never have imagined she would be a witch. She would come home in the summer with all these wild tales of daring escapes that they had no control over. They had no control over her being a witch and now, this strange world was taking away the one freedom they thought she would always have. The freedom to marry the man she loved more than life, and who returned the feelings of love. She was to be married off to a wizard they may have never met, forced into marriage that was nigh impossible to break.

Time for the arrival of the marriage pairings was looming ominously on the horizon. Hermione sat by a window, watching the sky glow with pinks and oranges of the summer sunset. The next morning would be their last in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It would also be the day their fate was decided.

Hermione did not notice the tears forming in her eyes. She wiped them away on the hem of her sleeve. Hogwarts had been her home for seven years. Being a witch had been a blessing for her, though not at first. She was an outcast in the muggle realm. She never really had friends, and in the beginning it seemed as though nothing would change in the Wizarding world. Then things changed and she was so happy, she fit in and being a witch was a blessing. But with all of the, for lack of a better word, shit going on with the ministry trying to cover up their mistakes, it was the worst kind of curse.

Sitting there, on that windowsill on the eve of the last day of her freedom, she regretted every opening that letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

The morning sky was hidden under a thick layer of clouds, mirroring the feelings of the seventh years. Hermione dressed slowly, not wanting to venture to the Great Hall to meet her fate. When she did arrive, Harry and Ron sat in solemn silence, eyes fixated on their plates of little food.

"Have they arrived yet?" She asked quietly as she sat down next to them. Ron merely shook his head.

"Any minute now." Harry responded in the same somber tone. Hermione looked at the food spread out before her but felt no appetite. Her heart caught in her throat as hundreds of owls began pouring into the Great Hall. The entire hall ended what little chatter was being exchanged. The sound of rushing wings and falling papers sounded deafening. A letter dropped in front of Hermione and she could have sworn her heart skipped a beat.

Ron had already ripped off the top of his letter and was now skimming to the bottom where his eyes went wide.

"I'm getting married…to Lavender Brown." Ron said, face chalk white. An audible squeal came from the other end of Gryffindor table as Lavender read her letter. Ron's head fell to the table as he let out a frustrated grunt. Harry's eyes held a blank expression as he stared at the name on his paper.

"Harry? Who are you marrying?" Hermione asked softly, resting a hand on his arm. He did not look at her, merely looked over towards the Ravenclaw table, eyes locking with a pretty seventh year. She stared at him with crystal blue eyes, dark brown hair swept up into a ponytail. She smiled shyly at Harry, having just read her letter.

"Danica Moore. A Ravenclaw, sitting over there." Harry responded, nodding in her general direction and smiling slightly as well. Hermione smiled a bit, watching the exchange from the betrothed. She glanced down at her envelope and slid her finger under the flap, breaking the seal. She pulled the letter out and her eyes landed on the name. Her eyes became as wide as saucers before rolling back into her head as she passed out and fell out of her seat.

"Hermione?!" Ron shouted slightly, leaning over the table to get a look at Hermione.

"Bloody Hell." Harry breathed as he picked up the letter and saw what made Hermione pass out.

You, Hermione Jane Granger are to be married to Draco Lucius Malfoy

Well…how was that for a first chapter? Please review and leave me your thoughts…this story will be better…I'm not that good at first chapters. I hope you all enjoyed it nonetheless!!!