A Match Made in Hell

Absolutely. Here's a sharp, funny, *actually well-written* (and still deliciously dramatic) description for your 8th-year, Marriage Law, enemies-to-lovers Dramione fic:

**Summary**:
Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for her 8th year like a woman reborn. Gone is the frizzy-haired, rule-quoting bookworm of yesteryear - in her place stands a goddess with legs for days, curves like a renaissance painting, and a wardrobe that says "Head Girl" but whispers *homewrecker*. Still fun-sized, still brilliant, still terrifying with a quill - but now? Absolutely, disgustingly gorgeous.

And then there's Draco Malfoy. Tall. Immaculate. Devastating. Six feet of aristocratic sin with cheekbones sharp enough to cut glass and a smirk that could give a nun second thoughts. He's no longer the haunted, bitter boy from the war - he's... somehow hotter? Emotionally complex? Tragically unbothered? Girls (and a fair few boys) drop like flies. He steps over them. Barely notices.

They're both battling demons, though neither will admit it. And just when everyone thinks the trauma group therapy sessions couldn't get worse - the Ministry drops a bombshell: the *Mandatory Marriage Reconciliation Act.* That's right. To promote "unity and healing" (read: pureblood propaganda), every 8th year student is now *magically contract-bound* to marry a classmate by year's end. And ofcourse she gets landed with not just the serpent himself, shes now sharing a common room with his serpents aswell.

Cue: riots. Protests. Actual duels in the Great Hall. Howlers. Hexes. Death threats. And in the eye of the storm? Granger and Malfoy - sworn enemies, academic rivals, and now... husband and wife. Or they will be, unless they can find a loophole. (Spoiler: they can't.)

It's explosive. It's unhinged. It's steamy. It's marriage law madness like you've never seen before.