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Four years had passed since Hermione had left her life in the United Kingdom behind. Five years since Voldermort had died. After reuniting with her parents in Australia she decided to leave. The wizardry world forgot all her sacrifices, all the blood, sweat and tears she had put into the war effort. The Weasley family had made sure of that.

Harry and Ginny's nuptials had raised the once lower class pureblood family to new political heights. Harry had become the Minister of Magic and the Weasleys took full advantage. Most of the family now occupied important ministerial positions and granted government contracts to companies they themselves had a financial stake in.

Power corrupts and it corrupted the Weasleys. Ronald had left Hermione soon after the war ended and not much longer was engaged to Pansy Parkinson. The disgraced Parkinsons jumped on to the chance to marry into the new neo-aristocracy. Whilst the Weasley family had now acquired a financially and socially beneficial marriage for their youngest son. Ron had made it clear at their last meeting that now with his family's luck improving, he could not marry a muggleborn witch. She should of slapped him, yelled at him but instead she had left the pub and allowed the tears to stream silently down her face.

Four years. Four years since she last heard of the Malfoys. Once the most wealthiest family in Europe had now lost most of their fortune. Everything that wasnt stashed in the Cayman islands was liquidated and taken possession of by the Ministry as reparations for the war. Lucius Malfoy had suffered a debilitating stroke soon after the war and it fell on Draco's shoulders to reclaim the family's former standing and finances.

Therefore it puzzled Hermione why now four years later Draco Malfoy was talking to her fiance of all people and why he was in Los Vegas of all places.