Chapter One
~Hermione~
Hermione Jean scowled at her reflection. She watched her soft face dissolve into lines and angles, fingers tracing the paths around her mouth. She relaxed, the lines softened and disappeared. Her face at 23 looked almost indistinguishable compared to ten years ago when she was still taking Charms at Hogwarts. Her once bushy tresses had been replaced by silky curls that framed her face. Her hips flared out as her waist tucked in. Who knew that after graduation she would be accepted into the London Dance Academy? Hermione Granger, studious book lover, was left only for scrapbooks. Hermione Jean, the sexy and confident lead ballerina, had spent the past two years touring the world with various dance companies. Now it was the summer of 2003, a summer that promised to make Hermione's dreams come true in none other than New York City. At 5 am every morning, Monday through Saturday, Hermione hauled herself out of bed and spent 2 hours stretching with the bar in her living room. Then, she would apparate to the studio before working for 11 hours with the best instructors in the nation. Exhausted, Hermione would arrive back to her penthouse and collapse in bed with a slice of toast and the TV remote. Sundays were Hermione's liberator.
"Babe?" A soft voice called to her from her bed. And then there was Ron Weasley, Keeper for the Chudley Cannons and her long term boyfriend.
"Coming sweetie," Hermione reached for the medicine cabinet, searching for her daily vitamins. Instead, however, a light blue Tiffany's box fell into Hermione's outreached hands. Hermione had lived in America long enough to know what it meant. Marriage. It would be a simple yet elegant wedding in the Weasley's backyard. Ginny would be the maid of honor looking gorgeous in a mint green strapless dress and ballerina flats. Hermione would be forced to move back to London and maybe teach an elementary ballet class. Eventually, there would come a night when Ron would hold her in his arms and suggest children, and Hermione wouldn't be able to tell him no. They would only have one child because Hermione had spent too many years perfecting her body. Ron would want a boy and of course they would have one and Ron would build a Quidditch pitch in the backyard of their sweet country cottage. The famous Hermione Jean would hang up her ballet slippers in the back of her closet where they would be forgotten.
To Hermione, marriage was something that would happen in the distant future. After another decade or so, when the studios were overflowing with young and eager students. When the lines began to take over her face and she realized that she simply couldn't muster the energy anymore. Ron had his own career to focus on too. He wouldn't be able to leave her and their child every day, he'd be forced to lock up his broom and maybe take up a Ministry position with an 8 to 6 shift. Hermione gently placed the box back into the medicine cabinet. The answer would be no, despite how much she loved him. She splashed cold water on her face and stripped out of her workout clothes and into a clean cotton shirt and Ron's boxers before leaving her bathroom to go and greet her boyfriend properly.
~Draco~
"Dracooooo," Pansy whined, her pouting face tilted towards him, "Talk to me."
"I'm working," Draco grimaced, not even bothering to look up at her, "Go home."
"You're always working," she grumbled, crossing her arms and pushing her breasts up and to his attention, "Can't you just take off a day?"
Draco glanced up at Pansy who was making her way into his office swaying her thinly clad hips. Over the years, Pansy had become accustomed to getting her way, especially when Draco was concerned. If she didn't get what she wanted, Pansy would simply just sleep in another bedroom for the night. The following morning Draco would be thirsting for sex, but she would just tease him in her thin pajamas and visible cleavage. She positioned herself on top of her desk and leaned over him, giving him full access to her breasts.
"You are the head of your department, aren't you?" She whispered into his ear, stroking his baby fine hair.
"You are insatiable," he smirked, trailing his fingers lazily over her hips.
"Must be a Slytherin thing," she giggled, her hand massaging his shoulders seductively, "Let's get out of here." Draco grabbed the waist of his on again off again girlfriend and ushered her out of his office, whispering various seductions into her ear.
Draco woke up the next morning slightly hungover with Pansy's curves pressed against his chest. Her face retained its scrunched pug features even as she slept. Groaning, he slid out of bed and started a cold shower to aid his pounding head. When he got out, a snug black robe clinging to his skin, Pansy was lying on his bed picking at a blueberry muffin. Draco winced when he thought of the crumbs landing between his sheets.
Draco cleared his throat, "You should go."
She glanced up at him, pouting, "Why?"
"I have to go to work today," he peeled the robe off and began to get dressed in a suit. He heard Pansy get off the bed and felt her arms wrap themselves around his waist. She began to nibble at his neck and run her fingers through his hair.
"Baby," she cooed, "I'll see you later." He turned around and gave her a chaste kiss before disappearing out of his bedroom door. With a smirk, Draco began to wonder if one of the Greengrass sisters would be available tonight.
~Hermione~
"Hermione?" Ron glanced up at her from his bowl of pasta. It was his last night before he had to return to Chudley. She decided to serve him his favorite meal because they wouldn't see each other for another month or two.
"Yes baby?" Hermione gently put her fork down and looked at him. Before she knew it, he was kneeling, and smiling, with a dainty ring between his fingers. Hermione had rehearsed her answer in the mirror, she had prepared a long and gracious speech about why she couldn't marry him. Yet when she opened her mouth all she heard was an affirmation falling out of her lips. Yes.
Ron left the next morning breathless from all of the kisses he had lavished upon her as she escorted him out the door. Hermione looked around and it felt as if nothing had changed besides the alien ring on her left hand. As soon as Ron disappeared she was at the studio, sore from her escapades with Ron the previous night, but still eager to get back in her pointe shoes. The director of the company, Lady Graham, had asked Hermione to play Odette in Swan Lake. Overjoyed, Hermione rushed home to compose a letter to Ron. Hermione flung the door open only to find a large spotted owl tapping at her window. Hermione recognized the stationary before she even opened up the window; it was a St. Mungo's letter.
*AN: Hey guys its inkpaperlove! Some of you may be thinking that this is not a true Dramione but trust me; they will finally meet in the next chapter. Please leave me some love!
A few notes: Because Hermione lives in NYC and Ron lives in Chudley, he comes to visit her for a weekend out of every month or so.
Draco is the department head of The Department of International Magical Cooperation
Thank you for reading*
