Only Hermione Granger would think of putting on the Spice Girls the moment she woke up. Something about the song 'Stop' reminded her of her childhood, the days before she found magic, the days before she was risking her life almost every day. Now with her education at Hogwarts done, and with an entirely new life ahead of her, she began each day with this song.

With her former life completely over, she hadn't been in touch with Harry or Ron for quite a few years—she was now twenty-two—because of their life choices, she would go to work in a muggle library. Her muggle boyfriend would still be sleeping as she got dressed, and would still be sleeping as she kissed his forehead and apparated a kilometer from the library.

Jensen Carlin was Hermione Granger's first muggle boyfriend. Of course she had dated a few wizards, but they eventually didn't work out because of jealousy. Jealousy that she could and would do more complex spells then they could.

It wasn't until last year that she would decide not to participate in the wizarding world any longer. In the course of one day she would not only be jinxed by a former friend Ginny because Ginny thought she was sneaking around with Harry, and she also fell and broke a rib. That day she decided to go to London General Hospital. She would deal with the fattening jinx later. That's where she met Jensen, a doctor in the London General Hospital, and also the doctor who worked on her ribs, packaging them up all nice again.

The next day Jensen asked her out while she was stuck in a hospital bed.

It was that night that he asked her out that she realized that she couldn't un-jinx herself. If she did, she would suddenly be a size four from a size sixteen. That would be a lot of weight lost in a day for a human. So she stayed that size, vowing to take a couple pounds off each day with magic.

She was perfectly blissful in the year that she spent with Jensen. He had the gorgeous ruffled dark blonde hair and blue eyes, and of course he was smart if he was a doctor. He was perfect for her. After six months of dating, Hermione moved into his flat.

With this new life, she could only perform magic when Jensen was sleeping, or when he was working or out. She only apparated when he was sleeping. If he wasn't sleeping, she would take a taxi. When he came home from a long day in the ER she would have a delicious dinner spread out for him, all conjured and produced by her vine, ten and three quarter inch, dragon heartstring wand. He never knew.

The only wizard she had kept in contact with was Neville Longbottom, Professor of Herbology at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He knew to keep his wand in his pocket when he would visit.

Of course, being the summer, Neville would not be teaching, and would be visiting Hermione as much as he could. He was her only link to Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.

"They are fine," Neville reassured her as they held a conversation over a cup of tea. Jensen was out with his friends while Neville visited. He didn't exactly like Neville; he thought he was extremely weird.

"I just…I feel so stupid asking you every time you come see me." Hermione sighed and sipped from her gold rimmed tea cup, courtesy from Harry who gave the set to her for her birthday years ago.

"What have I told you before? Either you try to get a hold of them, or obliviate your mind." Neville sighed as well. He sometimes dreaded coming to see Hermione because she always came to the topic of Harry and Ron.

Harry and Ron had stopped talking to Hermione when became pregnant with Harry's child.

Of course she gave that child up.

By the time she met Jensen, she had forgotten all about it.

When Neville left that night, she placed a forgetting charm on her mind. From that point on, she forgot who Harry and Ron were to her. She knew their names, but forgot about how they were best friends, how she had had Harry's child.

It was two weeks later, when Jensen and her would go out to the club—always on Saturday would they go—that she would meet another person that would soon connect her to the wizarding world again.

The music and the drinks mixed in her system, making her woozy and butterflies erupted in her stomach every time her flesh connected with another's. It was the sensation she craved every weekend. By the time she and Jensen got home still wired, they would have the best sex of the week. But tonight she wouldn't be going home with Jensen.

By two o'clock, Jensen was puking in the bathroom, having drank twice his normal amount. Hermione was draped around the body of a tall, lean man with superb pale blonde hair. His grey eyes bore into her brown ones, and she ended up going home with him. That night, their bodies collided. She was one with the wizarding world again.

That morning she awoke to a living nightmare. She was looking into the very face of the sleeping Draco Malfoy, the very boy that had enlarged her teeth, the man who called her a mudblood. The first thought through her muddled brain was, he looked strangely cute, even handsome, when sleeping.

The moment the thought passed in her brain, she puked.

"Oh Merlin's beard!" Malfoy yelled as he jumped up when the puke hit his chest. He looked down and gagged, seeing it all over him. "What the hell!"

Hermione sat up and grabbed the blankets, about to puke again, and ran to what she thought was the bathroom.

It was his closet.

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"Where the hell am I?" Hermione demanded after Malfoy allowed her to shower in his master bath. He had used scourgify to clean up all the clothes in his closet earlier, and was now in the process of going in his shower to wash the puke off his chest.

"My place," Draco said shortly, his eyebrows creased into a frown. Hermione knew for a fact she wasn't in the Malfoy Manor, knowing that the Malfoy family had had it repossessed four years ago by the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione grabbed his arm sharply, her nails digging into his skin. "Where exactly is your place?" She asked, extremely pissed off. Jensen would be worried by now, thinking she had gone off with some man to have sex. Well she did and…Hermione shuddered.

"My flat is in downtown London. Don't worry; you aren't far from your place." Malfoy shrugged her off and hurried into his bathroom. He was oddly calm about all of this. Hermione rushed around his bedroom looking for her clothes and threw them on. Parts of her shirt were soiled with spilt beer.

She left his bedroom and was completely unprepared for the rest of his flat. His bedroom was monotonous, but the rest of his house was…colourful. His floor was weathered sandy wood, his walls a baby blue. His white couch hosted red and blue pillows while his dark wood end tables held a purple vase of white daisies and a photo of a smiling Draco and a pretty brown haired girl on a beach. She stood in shock as she looked in his kitchen. There was a small ethnic Indian table with mismatched chairs surrounding it. Old dishes were piled high in his sink and on his beautiful table. This wasn't the Malfoy she knew.

Hermione didn't hear the shower turn off and didn't hear Draco come up behind her in white pants and a blue button up.

"Helena decorated the flat."

Hermione jumped and turned around to face him. Shock registered across her face as she saw what he was wearing as well. Was this really Draco?

"Is that the girl in the picture?" She asked, not caring that she was prying into his life. She walked over to the picture and picked it up, scrutinizing it. "She's awfully pretty to have been with you in that picture."

"Yeah well…"

Hermione put the frame back down and turned to Draco. "Is that Helena?"

Draco face fell a bit. "Yes. That's my girlfriend."

"Well then why did you decide to take a girl home last night? Where is she?" Hermione demanded. She began to reprimand him, even though she had been unfaithful that night as well.

Draco kept quiet as she continued her little speech. When she stopped he sighed. "She's dead."