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Ok so my first Harry Potter fic

Disclaimer: I'm not the author of the Harry Potter series (Sadly).

Draco Malfoy. They expected him to run. They expected him to hide. They didn't expect him to give up his money. They didn't expect him to live in the great outdoors. Least of all Hermione.

2 years since the war, Hermione Granger, part of the golden trio, the brightest witch of her age, was at home, in her tiny flat, in the outskirts of London, fed up of her current life. Ron had cheated on her. Harry had moved in with Ginny. George had returned to Weasley's wizard wheezes. Charlie was back in Romania. Percy was working at the ministry. Mr Weasley was head of his department. Bill and Fleur had baby Victoire. Hermione had nothing. No one. So she decided to run. From everything.

Everyone. And she did. She ran. She ran all the way to Bulgaria. She found herself Living in a tent in the middle of a forest on the outskirts of Bulgaria. It was a massive forest. She thought it empty, apart from herself. She couldn't have been more wrong …..