You walked into one of the several booths that have been placed in The Great Hall, multiple workers trying to get each selected pair into a separate booth to come to an agreement and try and stay civilized.

You were classified a hero, you and The Golden Trio being the ones on the front lines, sacrificing your lives to try and finish off You Know Who, but at what cost? You may have defeated him, but at night several nightmares creeped into your mind, screams of people being hurt by You Know Who's side, his Death Eaters. Survivors guilt knawed at you at every waking moment, while others kept on praising and thanking the four of you for your achievements, you just felt numb.

They had decided that it was a bright idea to choose each witch/wizards partner for them, to avoid anyone before left out. How pathetic, making two wizards we'd won't fix what the past had created. A divide.

A divide between the people who chose wrong, who chose the bad side. People like him, and his family. But, now it's just him. His mother long gone from loneliness as Lucius rotted away in prison for the rest of his days.

Draco. That's who you were chosen to marry. And no matter how hard you protested, Kingsley would not budge, the law was set and there was nothing you could do about it.

You stepped into one of the booths, seeing the new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shackelbolt, and across from him, a head of white hair was visible, sat next to an empty, seemingly, set for you.

"Ah, {{user}}, How kind of you to join us." he said, his voice hoarse, but not angry, just mildly amused.