A/N: I do not own anything besides my own original story and characters. J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter. Enjoy :} PS: Metacomet was indeed a real Native American Chieftain who was informally known as "King Phillip" in King Phillip's War in 1776.
There were moments where Hermione Granger didn't regret moving to America. This was not one of those moments. The summer heat burned the top of her hair making her wish she had some sort of cap. Not even a baseball cap, she could be wearing an absurd, rainbow colored sombrero for all she cared. She just needed to get out of the sun. She started to feel the heat burn her skin. Oh how she wished there were some trees around the pavement. Even a palm tree could provide some sort of shielding. She squints through her four-dollar sunglasses and sighs in relief to see that the library is not even 5 feet away.
She was immediately thankful for the invention of air conditioned and made sure to properly express her gratitude in the form of an essay. The cool air hit her skin bristling the hairs on her arm in thanks. The older woman who normally took care of the front desk smiled knowingly at Hermione and greeted her, "Pleasant weather we're having Ms. Granger, don't you think?" Hermione laughed and replied, "Surely pleasant can't be the word you use to describe this weather Mrs. Noles." She kept walking and shook her head smiling. Mrs. Noles has helped her find the perfect books for all her silly little research projects and recreational books all the same. She was a nice witch, elderly and a little bit on the uncoordinated side but nice nonetheless. Hermione peeled off her sunglasses and tucked them in her messenger bag. She sighed and shook the untamable strands of hair out of her face. She picked up the pace because her arms were beginning to grow stiffer by the moment with all her books. Potions: Native American Impact in Modern Healing Techniques by Metacomet was her current reading for an assignment in Potions. She was taking a primary class in Potions, again. It was a required credit and although the class was rather difficult, the professor was by far one of her favorites. She let her mind wander while still walking until she drops her books on someone's foot. She doesn't pay attention until she realizes that she can move her arms like a regular human being and a rough grunt of disapproval from in front of her. She shakes out of her daydreams and takes a glimpse at the persons face. She thought nothing of it and leaned over to pick up her books. He got down on one knee and helped her. Hermione was definitely not one to miss out on details, which is how she picked up on a brandished scuffmark on a new pair of Bostonians. She straightens herself and says already walking away, "Well then. Thank you. And I'm sorry, promise it won't happen again!"
The young woman who had just clumsily graced his presence was not a new face. In fact it was a face that he's known for the past seven years. His only real confusion was how she is in the same school, much less continent as he is. Draco Malfoy was determined to piece the puzzle together. It wasn't on his top list of priorities though. He had a History of Canadian Shielding Spells essay to finish. He didn't notice that his gaze followed golden brown hair through the doors to the private study rooms until pain began to shoot through his shoulder from leaning on the bookshelves. He ran a hand through his blonde hair and shrugged his backpack further onto his shoulders and walked out of the library, bracing the heat Hermione just experienced.
Hermione knew that face. She regrets not taking a longer look at him though she could probably piece together whatever features she did get from the short glance. He had stunning blonde hair; it shined off the lights in the library. She started scanning through her mental archive of acquaintances while chewing her pen cap, a habit she picked up when she was shocked to find that only professors use quills. She cut the search to two people. Arthur Shellclub and Draco Malfoy. Arthur was in her Advanced Arithmancy course on Mondays and Thursdays for a few hours so he seemed like the more logical choice. She frowned at the thought of Malfoy, pushing him into the farthest most corner of her archives. To her knowledge he was still crawling around London trying to find a job somewhere. Actually she realized that she had absolutely no idea where the Ferret was after graduation. She couldn't really care less. She shrugged and continued working in silence leaving her thoughts to wander to her current Potions paper.
When The Golden Trio graduated Hogwarts, the moment they feared loomed over their heads more than ever; Separation. Ron had successfully made it to the Chudley Cannons as their reserve keeper so there was no moving him. Harry still had his heart set on being an Auror, which required some training abroad. He had asked Ginny to come along but of course she said she couldn't leave George in the state of things. Hermione on the other hand felt no attachment to her life alone after her many failed attempts to restore her parents' memories. Her mind was always elsewhere, including her studies. She decided to continue her studies hoping that wizarding college would help her decide what she could do with her well-worked brain. She never thought of Eagle Skin as a valid option until she felt she had nowhere else to go. This school hidden among the vast forests of Virginia was the continuation of Hogwarts and most other wizarding schools worldwide with little reputation since most students immediately took up jobs at the Ministry. Her decision was begrudging and unguided for she had to decide for herself. After consulting her two best friends about this, Ron immediately declined, he had Quidditch, he was a rising star on the brink of fame. Harry on the other hand researched Auror opportunities abroad, reaching Eagle Skin, one of the top-notch Auror combat training facilities in the world. He wasn't keen on leaving his best friend to go off on her own. When everything was set and done, Harry and Hermione decided to leave from the Burrow giving proper good-byes. Ginny came bustled out of the house holding a single duffle bag of the Chudley Cannons informing the traveling pair that she too will be accompanying them. "But George?" Harry had asked Ginny last minute. "He has Ron. As busy as he sounds, Ron can't just abandon his brother." She smiled holding Harry's hand. Hermione chuckled and held out the Portkey of a porcelain eagle to the pair. They held on and a mere second later they landed in the main receiving point for all wizards. Other frazzled young wizards appeared as others left leaving no trace.