A/N:

Hello readers, Just as a heads up, this story is being thrown into some heavy proof reading and editing. My lovely Beta (keroberros) and I are working on this, and my other fic Turn Back Time to make them the best that they can be, so have patience. This will take some time. In the mean time, I hope that you can forgive the lower quality of FE.

¬Lili


Hermione POV

We had been dancing around each other for years; both of us afraid to tell anyone, including ourselves. For all seven years that I went to school, even my eighth year, which consisted of catching up on what I missed the year before on my travels with Harry and Ron, people had always expected Ron and I to get together. Maybe even Harry and I, but no one could ever deny that Harry and Ginny were perfect together. No, Ron and I never fit together. We had married, but certain circumstances caused the decision we made to split up. Ron wanted to settle down, get married and have children. I had other plans.

After leaving Hogwarts, I wanted to get an apprenticeship. Sadly, in potions. I wanted to be a mediwitch. It was something I had decided on the day after Bellatrix had her way with me. Unfortunately, I've been forced to wait because the current potion's professor is completely incompetent, what with Severus Snape having died in the war. No, I'm not going to tell you some miraculous story about how he had survived. No matter how much I wish it were true, it had simply been too late. Nagini's venom had been far too potent, plus the blood loss from the spells that the Dark Lord had used. No, it was far too late to save him.

With the war being over, I no longer get to see the blond that I had fallen hopelessly in love with. I feel no need to show up at Malfoy Manor to even see him. Too many memories awaited me there. No matter how much I wished I could go see Draco, and tell him what I had felt since our first day in school, how much it hurt to have him say those nasty things to me, and that I forgive him for what Bellatrix did, I know my words would not be welcome. The truth of the matter is, is that I, Hermione Granger am a muggle born, and Draco Malfoy was a pureblood with the upbringing that taught him that he was better than me in every sense of the word.

So in this mindset, I sat at my desk in my private library at my family's old home reading potions text books, and collecting weekly potioneer magazines. After I had finished Hogwarts, I returned to the Granger home. I of course rearranged everything in the house. Getting rid of the old furniture, selling it for what I could and replacing everything. I, of course, now slept in my parent's old bedroom, like the owner of the house should. My room was now my private library, or study if you will. The guest bedroom was set up with many protective enchantments so that it could be used as a potions room. My living room had simple furniture, but comfortable. I had a flat screen TV mounted above the fireplace, a couch, loveseat, and recliner circling it. The couch of course had a hide-away-bed hidden in it, since I now had no guest bedroom. It wasn't as if I ever had any guests, but there is always a just in case situation where it might be needed.

All of the pictures of my family had been destroyed. I didn't have the heart to erase my memory of them, but I had no wish to have the daily reminder of what I had lost. I checked on them from time to time, so I knew that they were at least happy. Mother was pregnant again. And from what I can see of the nursery, it's another daughter. I did make sure to plant an idea for a name in their head so they didn't accidentally name her Hermione Jean.

I threw my book down in frustration. I just could not seem to concentrate, so I stood from my seat and moved towards my potions room. If I wasn't able to concentrate enough on my work, I might as well make sure I wrote up a list of what I needed to replenish my stores. When I had my list I put my cloak on, and set my wards. My fireplace was built by muggles, so it wasn't big enough to floo from, so I never bothered hooking it up to the floo system. I never liked the floo anyway, it was a wonder anyone stayed on their feet when they arrived at their destination. With that in mind, I rolled my eyes, and turned on my feet, spinning away with a crack.