#marriage law

[tippilo]

Fanfic Friday!

To conclude the Veela month (but there are soooo many other great ones! I have more that will feature later) is My Bird Husband by kisreadingdhr!

Seriously guy, I’m OBSESSED with this Veela fic! The author updates 2-3x/week and updates 2-3 chapters at a time! I’m sure the fic will be completed before you know it 😍

It’s an easy read. Relaxing. Low stress. Sometimes we need a fic just like this to escape from the day ❤️

READ HERE!

[thequietesthing]

been reading some Dramione ff, because of course i am, specifically the marriage law/marriage of convenience trope, and there this scene where she told him she loved him after some time apart and he asks her why didn’t she call him if she missed him and she’s like i didn’t want to bother you and he answers “Bother me, Hermione. Always bother me” and i’m like where do i find men like this?? tell me is there a secret ritual to be performed? do i have to sacrifice a small goat? drink from an ancient goblet? pls enlighten me i’m desperate

my desperation aside if you’re interested the ff is called In these silent days by HeyJude19 :)

[andiiglynnsandra]

[pixydustworld]

The marriage law was announced at 2pm on a Tuesday.

By 2:15 Hermione had already drafted a motion to dismiss the law entirely. It was a good motion, too. If she’d sent a copy to Ron, he would’ve replied with: wow! lots of words! good stuff!

At 2:17 her motion was denied.

“It’s best to just accept defeat.” Malfoy said from his side of the office, bookshelves neat, papers all stacked in order. “You won’t win this one.”

“I’m not in the habit of giving up.” Hermione snapped. Her side of the office was cluttered, less pristine. Her bookshelf had a nasty habit of overflowing all over the floor, stacks of books balancing precariously on every surface. “A fire hazard.” Malfoy had sneered at her once, “Breaking several codes.”

“Hm.” Malfoy said, “I hadn’t noticed.” He was smiling softly, like he’d just told the funniest joke in the world. Waiting, almost patiently for her to smile. Stupid man with his stupid grin, Hermione wanted to throw a book at his head.

“This is archaic.” Hermione hissed. “The Ministry has gone too far. They can't force us to marry anyone.”

Even as she spoke, a squirming feeling of doubt was beginning to take root in her chest — being friends with Harry came with many things. Companionship and love, but it also came with a healthy distrust of the government (like a free gift basket! but terrible one).

Malfoy ignored her complaints. "Marriage Acts aren't as mid-evil as you're making them out to be." He said, with that annoying voice he used when he knew he was right about something, "They serve a purpose."

"A purpose?" Hermione could practically feel the beginnings of an aneurysm. A fitting death, slumped over her desk, surrounded by unfinished documents and discovered by Draco Malfoy, "Are you actually defending this?"

She would have to find a new partner. A new office, one where he wasn't constantly surrounding her, swimming on the edge of her peripheral vision. Maybe Dean Thomas would let her set up a current workplace in his records closet, he was always bragging about how it was big enough for him to take naps in during work —

"No." Malfoy said, somehow even more amused now, "I don't support it."

"Oh." Hermione said, very eloquently, "That's good."

"But," Malfoy continued, still distinctly unruffled while Hermione was very ruffled, "Most people will be unfazed. It's a Pure-Blood tradition. My parents have always planned to arrange a marriage contract.” Malfoy shrugged, “It’s not absolutely unheard of.”

“Well," Hermione said, out of breath from all the pacing she was doing, "Your parents are terrible.”

“Of course.” Malfoy said, like it was obvious. “They would never allow me the opportunity to sully the Malfoy name. Producing the correct heir is the only thing I’ll ever be good at.”

Hermione frowned. “Hearing about your family isn’t good for our working relationship. It makes me feel bad for you.”

“We can’t have that.” Malfoy said.

“No,” she agreed with a sigh, “we can’t have that.”

“So, tell me Granger. What is your plan?” His grin became less self indulgent, more fake. “You’ll have to marry someone. It'll undoubtably be the event of the season — have a fiancé you’ve been hiding from me?”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “Do you think I could hide anything from you?”

Malfoy knew when she changed the scent of her shampoo, when she switched up her coffee order — he even knew if she was sleeping less than usual. It was impossibly annoying to be around someone so observant, someone so intent on cataloguing her every move.

"If I had a secret fiancé, which I don't, I'm confident that you're competent enough to have sniffed him out by now."

Malfoy responding grin was slow and syrupy. "You think I'm competent?"

“Piss off, Malfoy.”

“Is he shorter than me? Is that it? Didn’t want to introduce us because you knew he’d feel bad?”

“You’re taller than everyone.” Hermione said, annoyed, again, “You would obviously be taller than my imaginary fiancé. You’re like an angelic giraffe.”

“You think I’m angelic?”

“No.”

"Two compliments on top of each other, are you feeling alright, Granger?"

"Shut up."

At 2:20, Hermione began to clean her side of the office, desperate for an excuse not to talk to Malfoy.

At 2:22, Harry slammed through her door, completely demolishing the (very little) progress Hermione had made in cleaning up her side of the office.

“I’ll marry you.” Harry said, slightly out of breath, like he’d sprinted all the way to her office, “Do you think we can kiss without making a face? We’ll have to practice.”

“I’m not marrying you.” Hermione said from the floor behind her desk, “You are engaged to Theo.” She was laying on her back with a book covering her face, feeling rightfully sorry for herself.

“Theo won’t mind.” Harry said in the voice he reserved for whenever he wanted people to listen to him (i am harry potter! and i did not spill mustard on the couch! you have to believe me, i saved the world!) “It will be quick. I can get us rings before the day is over.”

"No." Hermione said, still on the floor, "I've gone along with enough of your stupid ideas. This is too much."

Because, despite it all, Harry would do this. Without hesitation, blind loyalty and unwavering determination — Harry would marry her and be pleased with his choices. He was lovely, but at times, Harry could be a misguided idiot.

"This is where you draw the line?" Malfoy hummed, "Interesting to catch a glimpse into the inner workings of your mind."

Finally scrambling to her feet (after a few more seconds of wallowing) Hermione was horrified to find a familiar look on Harry's face — one that promised something stupid.

"I'll figure it out. " Harry said, with a shrug that reminded Hermione of their childhood (occidentally, the stress headache she was feeling also reminded her of their childhood). He pointed a stoic finger at her. "Don't make a face when I kiss you."

Then, he left.

“Theo wouldn’t mind,” Malfoy said in a helpful voice, “He’d probably marry you as well. Would it be Granger-Potter-Nott? Or Granger-Nott-Potter? Better figure that out soon. Potter seems eager to find those rings.”

Hermione threw a book at his head.

Malfoy caught it with ease, his stupid Quidditch hands.

“I have an idea,” Malfoy said after a moment.

Hermione ignored him. “There has to be a way out of this.” She was pacing again, sensible shoes kicked off to the corner (where she’d undoubtedly forget them) “I could write another motion? A longer one this time. With more quotes.”

“Marry me instead.”

Hermione stopped pacing. “Excuse me?”

“I’m your best option.”

“I have many options —

“Weasley already tricked someone into marrying him and Potter is engaged to my only friend.” He frowned, in a mocking sort of way. “Did I leave anyone out?”

“No.” Hermione said flatly. “You didn’t.”

“Alright then. Marry me.”

“Hah.” She said, “Hah. I take back everything I’ve ever said about you. Malfoy, you are funny.”

“I’m being serious.” He said, looking annoyed. Fantastic, they were both annoyed. Like they always were.

“We can get married before the law passes and then you can do what you do best.” Malfoy continued, like that was a totally normal thing to say.

“Which is?” Without her shoes, the height difference was unbearably noticeable. She had to tilt her head back to meet his eyes. At some point he'd stopped being a willowy wraith of a person and began the unfortunate process of filling out.

He didn’t look away. “Destroy everyone’s expectations and free the downtrodden.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “What would you get out of this arrangement?”

Malfoy shrugged, too practiced to be nonchalant. “I’d be married to a war hero. It would do wonders for my reputation.”

“And you would be married to me.” Hermione said, beginning to feel like this was getting too real, “We both know that would never happen.”

“Never?”

“Never.” She agreed.

He wasn’t smiling that lazy smile from before, this one was different. Sharper. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Besides,” Hermione continued on loudly, “you’re no gentleman. No need to pretend. I don’t need saving, I’ll figure this out myself.”

“You don’t need to.” Malfoy said, “I will help. I want to fuck over the Ministry for many reasons, but mainly because they declined your motion.”

He was on her side of the office now, leaning casually against her desk, inches away from where she stood. He was too pretty up close, like staring at the sun.

“It was very good.” Hermione breathed.

Malfoy nodded, almost too good at pretending to be sincere.

“I’m sure it was good. You touched it. Everything you touch is golden.”

“You truly want to help me?”

“I’ve only offered several times.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes. “All to fuck over the Ministry? No other reason?”

“Maybe I want you all to myself.”

Hermione's eye twitched.

"Don't tease me." She managed to hiss. "Not about this."

She saw when he realized, a flicker of excitement in his eyes — when he noticed her apparent misery at how completely and helplessly she was drawn to him.

"I'd never dream of it." Malfoy said warmly, "You could kill me with ease, only an idiot would be careless around you."

She thought of all the long nights they spent together, crammed in their tiny little office. How she looked forward to her day, if only to see his stupidly pointy face. How she tried to date, but couldn’t. Because it wasn’t right — her dates were too kind, too short.

Not him.

How, through everything, he was the first person she thought of in the morning, the person she thought of in the darkness of the night, when no one could see her wandering hands — the person she looked at for a challenge, for relief and support.

Despite her best attempts, Hermione Granger had fallen in love with Draco Malfoy and now, here he was, seeming to share in her suffering.

“We’d have to consummate the marriage.” She said, giving him one last out. “You’d have to see me naked.”

“I’m sure I’ll survive.”

“I’m very bossy,” she said, “and I work all the time.”

“Good thing we share an office.”

“I’m not easy to love.”

Malfoy scoffed. “It’s been easy enough for me.”

He was close enough to touch, so uncharacteristically open. Looking down at her with fondness she didn’t know he possessed.

“I’m selfish.” Malfoy warned, “Do not forget that. I will help you destroy this law and anything else you want. Burn it all down if you want to. But I won’t be letting you go. Not now, after I've gotten you."

“I suppose that’s fine.” Hermione said softly, watching as his hand moved to touch her face, warm against her skin. "It'll be bearable to be around you, I suppose."

As he held her face in his hands, Hermione watched as his grin transform into something different, something new — a smile she'd only seen glimpses of, one only for her. "I'll work very hard to make our marriage a tolerable one." He said.

"Good," Hermione breathed, stretching up to kiss him, to finally press her lips against his, "I can't wait."

Hermione was married at 3pm on a Tuesday.

It was a small ceremony.

Harry, although he'd never publicly admit it, was relieved.

Despite his best attempts, he would've made a face when Hermione had kissed him.

[dramioneasks]

Hii 🫶🏻 does anybody know a Arranged Marriage fic with an extremely jealous Ron and a Draco who can’t help but enjoy every second of baiting him?

How To Love A Slytherin by SlytherinsGreenPrincess - M, 11 chapters - When the ancient Marriage Law is reenacted, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy agree to marry. But while dodging her abusive ex-boyfriend, Ron Weasley, and a new group of rogue death eaters, will they survive?

Five Year Marriage Law by Bmcenroe132 - T, 9 chapters - Hermione Granger is 24 and has nine months to find a husband to appease the ministry’s new marriage law. What happens when Draco Malfoy shows up with an offer she just might not be able to refuse. Disclaimer: JK Rowling own the rights to all the charcter’s in this story.

A Loving Marriage - CosmicCthulhu - G, one-shot - Ron returns to England after finding out about the Marriage Law Act and he was shocked to see who the Ministry had matched the love of his life with. Note: This is Ron’s POV, but I swear there’s plenty of Dramione by the end!

Entanglement By: blankfish - M, WIP - “Your loyalties begin and end with me now, Granger, or have you forgotten?” he spat bitterly. At the request of the Order, Hermione Granger marries Draco Malfoy, a man she’d only ever known as her enemy. This decision leads her on a winding path of tumultuous consequences that even she could not have predicted. Dramione War AU.

Shadows of Ourselves By: InkFairy - T, 32 chapters - Draco Malfoy has played both sides of the war for years, but when Voldemort gives him an ultimatum—bring him Hermione Granger or die—she surprisingly agrees to be handed over to the Dark Lord. Together, they take pureblood society by storm as Master and Madam Malfoy, all while trying to help the Order find and destroy the last Horcruxes and defeat Voldemort forever.

-Lisa

[celestialseawitch-ff]

Forever After

🌟 New Story! 🌟

Title: Forever After Author: Celestialseawitch Rating: E (this is VERY E) Chapters: 1/8 Characters: Hermione Granger/Harry Potter, James Potter/Lily Potter, Remus Lupin/Rosmerta, Sirius Black, Neville Longbottom Summary: Hermione Granger's life was not what she had expected it to be. She was a single mother living in a small flat in Hogsmeade. She left her incredible job in the Department of Mysteries so she could take care of her son. Her life was not easy -- the father of her baby and ex-partner didn't make her life any easier -- but it was her life and she was making the most of it. That life was about to be turned on its head again and it all seemed to be centering around Harry Potter.

Links: Ao3 | Blog

[fanfictiondramione]

Today I see that I can not understand What happened between us

When I get lost in your memories I see a mirror telling stories I know it's hard to forget that pain

And when I think about what we lived I close my eyes, get lost in time For me, it's not over

I know you'll follow But I'm not going to give up I hope you surrender in this love

I know you'll follow Even with the pain Will remember me

Memórias - Banda Malta (translation Portuguese to English)

{FanArt In These Silent Days by HeyJude19}

[acourtofthronesandhotdudes]

dramione marriage law au

That’s it. That’s the post. They are my favorite, if least likely, trope

[serenergen]

How to Become Minister (6/?)

(Explicit, ~34k words) by Serenergen.

Summary: Post-war wizarding Britain is struggling and the population is dwindling. It’s 2009 and Hermione Granger is on the fast track to becoming the youngest Minister of Magic. But power in magical Britain is precarious. In a second, Hermione's world comes crashing down. A marriage law is invoked. Hermione must pioneer it or risk everything she has worked for.

One way or another, she would be Minister. She just didn't expect to be doing it with Draco Malfoy at her side.

OR

If no one would let her be Minister, she was going to take it. And Draco Malfoy was going to help her do it.

Start at the beginning…

Continue reading (chapter 5)…

[bluezeldana]

"Don't be nervous," he said as they stepped through the fireplace. "You're a Malfoy."

She gritted her teeth.

"I'm not."

"You are, whether you like it or not."

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As promised, chapter 17 of Cursed Marriage is up on Ao3.

[octopussoap]

Dramione marriage law AU —update

Draco swallows, stepping closer to her. “Tell me something, Granger. Anything, as long as it’s true.”

[thelashjedi]

We Could Just Pretend

[dramione microfic * marriage law au]

Draco Malfoy paced around the dining room, anxiously waiting to see if his wife would accept his invitation to dinner.

They had been married a week. Surprising exactly no one, the union between the Golden Girl and the Death Eater was by far the most talked about pairing created by the recently instituted Marriage Law.

Ostensibly the law was put in place to support repopulation efforts, but once the matches were announced Draco knew the stated rationale was a sham. Every single match was between people on opposite sides of the war. Every pure-blood was married to a Muggle-born or half-blood. Every couple was bound to each other for life. What really gave away the lie was the lack of a requirement to consummate the match — something he was personally grateful for, but it didn’t exactly comport with the Ministry’s claims about the purpose of the law either. 

Granger couldn’t even bring herself to look at him during the ceremony. She said the words necessary to affect the spell, only to remain silent ever since. She didn’t want to see the Manor — which given their history was probably predictable, but she wasn’t even tempted by the library. She hadn’t left her room since she arrived. Draco had the house elves bring books to her, to see if that would help and according to Bunny, Granger at least read them. Draco had been careful not to intrude — hopeful she just needed time to adjust. But after a week, he decided to try a new approach. He wrote her a letter that morning, begging her to have dinner with him. Her response was a short ‘I’ll think about it.’ 

Draco had the house elves prepare the dining room and he ensured his mother would remain in her own wing. And then he waited, pacing around the room, wondering if she would arrive. 

The sound of a throat clearing interrupted his thoughts and he turned his head to see Hermione standing in the doorway, looking quite anxious herself. Merlin she was practically trembling as she took in her surroundings — as if she was trying to see if anything was familiar. Draco stomach dropped with the realization of what she was doing, and he spoke quickly. “I had that room magically sealed and then made unplottable. For all intents and purposes, it no longer exists.” He gestured for her to sit at the other end of the long table. 

She nodded, and took her seat as she cleared her throat. “Thank you. That was very thoughtful.”

In fact, Draco had taken care of the drawing room as soon has he was released from Azkaban — long before the Marriage Law was announced. He was aware he needed to tread carefully with his skittish wife, so he just nodded in response.

They ate in silence, with Draco observing her as she only looked at her own hands. They were at an impasse and he needed to break it so he could reach her. Summoning his courage, he cleared his throat and spoke, “We could just pretend, Gra — Hermione. We could just pretend that this was our choice.”

Hermione’s eyes went wide as she finally met his gaze. She put down her fork, clearing her throat again as she looked up and finally met his eyes. “You must have more imagination than me, because I don’t think I can pretend someone who has historically hated everything about me — down to my very blood — would ever choose me.”

“I would have never been allowed to choose you Hermione. Which isn’t quite the same thing. And I do not hate you.” He very much did not hate her — hadn’t for years. Draco wasn’t sure he ever really hated her in truth. “I don’t think it would require much imagination for me to pretend, Granger. At all.” Now there was a bloody understatement, but he did not wish to alarm her. 

Baby steps.

Hermione blinked rapidly, before biting her lip and staring at Draco long enough that he felt uncomfortable beneath her scrutiny. Then she responded in a tentative voice, “Do you think we could pretend to be friends first and see how that goes?”

Draco felt the smile stretch across his face as a rush of hope shot through his entire being. “Of course. Of course we can start with that. Whatever you need.”

“Okay. Lean back.”

“What?” he asked, confused, as he shifted back in his chair.

Hermione removed her wand and shortened the table from one that could fit twenty to one that would more comfortably fit four. Draco laughed as he dragged his chair to meet her and sat back in his place, now much closer to the beautiful witch who was giving him a shy smile. 

“As your friend Draco, I feel you should know your table is ridiculously oversized for two people.”

His breath hitched, hearing his first name fall from her lips. “I agree. This is much better.”

And it would be. Everything was about to get so much better.

[draqo-pctter]

strawberry pick your own // a dramione drabble

   Hermione did her best to ignore the individual watching her as she picked strawberries. The estate may have technically been his, but that didn’t mean he could stare at her until he got a reaction.

After the dust of war settled, Hermione found herself lost. Harry survived, Ron moved on, and she was left without a torch to carry. Fate must have sensed her growing restlessness, because five years later the Ministry enacted a marriage law. She might not have fought it so hard if his name hadn’t been written next to hers.

     words: 955 tags: marriage law, soft, first kiss

click here to read on ao3 / click here to read on twitter

[heyjude19-writing]

Chapter 2

Excerpt:

Draco is wearing traditional, formal black robes. Full wedding regalia, cape included. He looks every bit the impending groom and the sight makes Hermione’s palms sweat and her stomach churn. 

Dramatic options for escape compete for her thoughts. Running out of the room, stealing several Portkeys and hiding out in Australia. Disappearing into the Muggle world. Transfiguring her features and having a new wand made abroad. In each and every scenario, she hexes Lucius Malfoy in the face on her way out. 

Read on ao3 art by the amazing @abrilas-art

[dramioneasks]

In These Silent Days - HeyJude19 - E, 14 chapters - Hermione is familiar with fighting: for respect, for attention, for justice. She’s even made a career of it; working on behalf of creatures and beings. But her battle against the Ministry’s marriage law is one she loses. Badly. And now, she has to contend with not only public derision and patriarchal politics, but her growing feelings for her government-mandated spouse.

[tomionefinds]

Hi I was wondering if there are any fics where Tom and Hermione are already married and travel around the world, or also work together at the ministry.

Hey Anon,

Here's some I found honestly a lot of these are either oneshots or just collections of drabbles etc. The two longer ones are actually sequels to completed time travel fics. Also check out our Marriage Law tag. -JD

A Marked Deck by betagyre Series:Choosing Grey [2] E/Ma | Complete | 197k Minister for Magic Tom Riddle has a family and a position of immense political power, and he must adapt to the responsibility that comes with both. But Hermione has much to adjust to as well, married to someone who is still very much a power-hungry Dark wizard. Follows Choosing Grey.

Clocks Out of Order by QueenOfTheDreamers (QueenOfDreamers) Series:All The Wrong Choices Series [2] M | Complete | 42k Sequel to All the Wrong Choices.

Cherish Her by januarywren E/Ma | One Shot | 3k "My Lord -" “Don’t call me that,” Tom murmured, and Hermione laughed without fear. She pressed her lips to his quirked brow, knowing full well she was the only person in his world that he wanted to call him by his true name. Not 'My Lord' or Voldemort, the ridiculous anagram that he’d made, but Tom. “My Tom,” she teased, and slipped her arms around his shoulders, drawing him near. “Do you need me still?” "I always do, little wife."

Cracks behind the smile by orphan_account NR | Complete | 3k Hermione found real happiness alongside her love, becoming Tom Riddle’s wife after the battle of Hogwarts.

The Dark Legacy by Hogwarts_Riddle Series:The Bride of Voldemort Universe [3] M | WIP | 3k Harry Potter is dead and the entire wizarding world is changing as a result with Tom and Hermione ruling over it as Dark Lord & Lady. How will these changes affect all the characters we know and love?

Domestic Bliss by airgloweffect M | One Shot | <1k A snapshot into the life of Tom and Hermione Riddle.AU

ERASE U by chakotara GA | One Shot | 3k The name of this work hasn't got much to do with the actual text inside. All that is to be known is that Tom finds his mate and makes a vow.

Fix Me or Conflict Me by darklordriddle (marauderswagger) M | WIP | 4k A collection of drabbles and one-shots from my Tumblr, usually from prompts. Featuring Soft!Tomione and Soft!Tom in general.

Hermione Granger's Night Off by weestarmeggie E/Ma | One Shot | 1k For anon on tumblr.

hold your breath (like you used to hold me) by orphan_account E/Ma | One Shot | 6k "When two people love each other and can't make that work, that's the real tragedy."

Legends Fall in the Making by armanivs (orphan_account) T+ | One Shot | 1k " At first it shocked him just how much his future, supposedly wiser and clinically mental self had exposed to the witch that had leaped and jumped through rips and tears resulting her becoming trapped in some kind of warped temporal paradox that nobody would ever even know about to begin to understand. "

Legilimens by armanivs (orphan_account) T+ | One Shot | 3k "Do it. Before I change my mind." he consented. Hermione reached for her wand on the nightstand and placed it to his temple as he readjusted himself so that his head was resting comfortably on her chest. The witch tangled her fingers in the abyss of chocolate-coloured locks before murmuring softly under her breath: "Legilimens,"

PTSD by armanivs T+ | One Shot | 1k In which Tom behaves like a makeshift therapist for his wife whom he is sure of has PTSD.

Sunlit Garden by januarywren E/Ma | One Shot | 3k “I want a hero: an uncommon want,” Tom murmured, his index finger tracing beneath the finely printed words. Lord Byron’s work was a favorite of his, and his wife’s, “when every year and month sends forth a new one, till, after cloying the gazettes with cant, the age discovers he is not the true one – “ His wife curled in his arms, warm and sated with his spend dripping from her thighs. She made for a decadent sight; her chignon askew and her cheeks flushed pink, while Tom held her closer to him. She was the only one he desired close, the only one he had never considered pushing away. Nor did he desire the afternoons they spent at the manor to end when they made love freely throughout every wing of the manor and every sunny place outside. The garden was well tended, while the apple orchard stretched throughout countless acres, ensuring they would never be caught en dishabille unless they wished it. It was their private paradise, or their ‘Eden,’ as they called it. One that others would never know of...

Tom Riddle is Not a Psychopath by Siamese_and_Cookies T+ | WIP | 31k A collection of random moments from the lives of one Hermione Jean Granger and one Tom Marvolo Riddle Jr. They suffer from good times and bad ones, and they suffer through them together.

What lovers do by weestarmeggie E/Ma | Complete | 9k A collection of oneshots focused on the triad of Draco x Hermione x Tom.