Chapter 1

As she stirred, she heard the falling of rain on her window. She opened her eyes to see the grey clouds rolling past her window, while noting that there where patches of blue sky and the sunshine, so she was hopeful for the day ahead. She slowly started to get out of bed, stretched, and then went into the bathroom to wash and sort herself out. When she came out she went over to the window to take another look at the sky before heading over to her wardrobe to find something suitable to wear under her work robes.

As she headed towards her fireplace, feeling considerably better after having breakfast, she thought about everything that she had to do that day and sighed, before taking a handful of floo powder and throwing it onto the fire. As she stepped out into her office at St Mungo's Hospital, she was greeted by a handful of letters waiting for her on her desk. Three were from work and she had an idea of what each was in reference to, one was from Ginny, most likely telling her all about the holiday that she and Harry had just gone on with their time off and how well James and Albus was doing. The last one she didn't recognise until she picked it up and saw the handwriting on it. It was from Ron. It had been years since she and Ron had broken up, they had been together for years after the war, but as time went on they realised that they just didn't work as a couple. She was focused, and knew what she wanted to do with her life and from it. While Ron was . . . Well he was Ron, the fun loving goof he'd always been. The war had changed Hermione in some ways but to look at Ron you'd think that nothing had happened. The only time you saw anything from him is when someone mentions Fred. It had been 10 years since the war had ended but it was still a hard thing for any of the Weasley's to talk about.

She opened the letter wearily, as it had been years since she and Ron had spoken without Harry or Ginny there as well.

Dear Hermione,

I hope this letter finds you well, and happy. I know this is going to sound strange but I was wondering if you'd be free for a drink this week? Just us. Something's have happened and I'd really like to talk to you about everything.

Always your friend

Ron

She stared at the letter for what seem like an hour. She couldn't decide how she felt about suddenly hearing from Ron, but she was glad for the letter all the same. She pulled out her quill and a piece of parchment and quickly penned her reply.

Dear Ron,

I am very well and happy, hope you are as well. I'm free this Thursday evening if you are?

Your friend

Hermione

She folded the letter ready to send, and put it in her pocket for when she could send it. She opened her other letters making note of what they had said and adding some new things on her list to do that day. She picked up the letter from Ginny and put that in her pocket as well before heading out of her office and started to do her morning rounds.

She was on her way back to her office to have her lunch, a pile of papers in her hands not really looking where she was walking, and because she was more focused on the papers and not on the path she was walking she didn't realise that anyone else was in the corridor until she walked right into them.

"Head away in the clouds again I see Hermione." Said the voice, she looked up.

"Oh Draco. Hi." They both lent down to start picking up the papers that she had dropped as a result of walking into him. "Sorry, I have so much to get done today." She said as he handed her the last of the paper.

"It's ok, I know what you're like when you get stuck into, well anything." He said with a smile. "You had any lunch yet?" He asked looking straight at her.

"Not yet, was just on my way to my office to have some." She replied.

"More like, you were on your way to your office to sit down and get lost in that pile of paperwork and forget to eat." He said chuckling under his breath "Like you always do"

"Maybe," She said looking at him, "but I did intend on eating something. Whether or not it happened however was a different question. You had lunch yet?"

"No, I was just on my way to ask if you wanted to join me actually. However looking at all this" He gestured to the papers in her arms, "I'm thinking maybe not today."

They had started to walk towards Hermione's office by this point, save taking up space in the corridor that other people were trying to use. Sometimes it still took Hermione by surprise how far her and Draco's friendship had come along since Hogwarts. Things had been so different after the war but somehow stayed the same at the same time in the beginning. A friendship between Harry and Draco was defiantly not something she had ever seen happening, but it had. It had happened slowly and over many years, but looking back she was glad that it had happened. Harry had defended Draco and his mother during the aftermath of the war, saying all that they had done was out of there control and like the rest of us they were just trying to deal with the hand that they had in front of them. Draco was still mean and rude during all of this but when all of the trials had finished and the wizarding world slowly moved on, things had changed. They both worked in the Ministry and saw each other sometimes in the halls and slowly they began to find out who they were now as opposed to the children they were in Hogwarts. Then one day Harry had brought him round for dinner while she and Ron had been there. It was strange to say the least, and tense as Ron found it hard to think of Draco as anything other than the brat he remembered from Hogwarts, but the rest of us just ignored him and tried to get along. It turned out well in the end and they have all been friends since. Meeting up together and as a group whenever they all could. As a pair they had spent quite a bit of time together, he was there for her when she and Ron had spilt up. Insulting him left right and centre, which had been nice to hear at the time and he never over did it, as soon as she's stop crying because she was smiling or laughing to much he stopped and they talked about other things.

She put the pile of papers on her desk and turned to look at him. He was standing at the door still holding it open. She couldn't help but think that he had become a good man, or maybe he always was a good man on some level he just was never allowed to be that man, as it wasn't the man his father wanted him to be. Either way she liked Draco more that she thought she could sometimes. She had thought that maybe something might happen but she was always too cautious to do anything about it and he never said or did anything to bring the idea fully into her mind. He looked back at her with a wondering expression on his face.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."

"Do you ever stop?" He asked playfully

"No, I don't believe I do." She said smiling back "On the note of stopping, I think I will join you for lunch. No one is dying so all this can wait an hour or two." She held his gaze for a second then went and got her bag and coat and they walked out down the hall.

A/N This is my first ever fan fic so please bare with me, if you like it please let me know.