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Boring.

I changed the channel once again. They were always playing the same old reruns of reality shows on MTV.

That's what they usually do at 11:30 in the night, my brain rationalised.

"Shut up."

Great, now I'm going mental.

I flipped the channel back to F.R.I.E.N.D.S. season 2 reruns. My life is fucking boring.

Didn't see that coming, did you? Yes, I swear and yes, I complain about regular TV shows like the rest of the world. Contrary to what you may believe, I'm not the prude you lot make me up to be. I don't read 24/7 even though I do own a bookstore a few streets away. I also have quite the dirty mouth to be completely honest. And I do go out on dates, the bar on Saturday nights and I even have one night stands.

Sorry to burst your little bubble there, but it's become really taxing lately. Three years since the war and I still get a room full of stares from the wizarding community whenever I let out an occasional F-word in public. I wonder what they would think if they see me at home.

The stares are one of the reasons I moved to muggle London. Of course the aftereffect of the war and some other stuff were the main reasons but this was up there as well. Let's not dwell on the past.

After the war I wanted to get back to muggle roots. When I tried to contact my parents in Australia, I found out that they had died in a car accident. And not the kind that Harry thought his parents were in before he got his Hogwarts letter. No, this was a genuine car accident. A drunken driver jumps a red light and crashed into their car. Nobody survived. I visit their graves in Australia from time to time.

I got depressed for weeks after that. My parents were the only part of the Granger family that I actually cared about. I really owe my rehabilitation to Weasleys, Molly and George in particular. Slowly, I gathered back my will to live and started moving on with life. As a consolation for all that I've been through, I decided to realise my childhood dream of owning a bookstore. I could have just gone for a ministry job like everyone expected me to, but my petition for S.P.E.W. had already been considered, billed and put into implementation when Kingsley started his term as Minister of Magic. Apparently, his views matched mine on the subject. Now it is part of a huge 5 year scheme of post war restoration and improvement of general society laws and finance. I don't bother myself too much with the details, I just glance over the House-elf aspect of it from time to time.

You might be wondering what happened to Ron in all this, seeing as we got together and kissed so passionately during the war. We tried to make it work for a few weeks before it became a little too much like incest for me. After that I decided to end it and wanted to ask him out for dinner one night, but he beat me to the punch. We spent the whole night relating on how it felt like we were more like siblings and how the kiss during the battle was because we were tired and needed someone to hold us. By the end of the night, we were back to the best friend relationship we had when we were younger. I even got him a date with our waitress that Friday. The night couldn't have gone better.

Though convincing Molly and Ginny the next morning was a completely different game altogether. The two of them were already talking baby names. The idea of mine and Ron's babies creeped me out. They tried fruitlessly for another few weeks, disrupting our separate dates and calling Ron to girls nights, before they finally gave up. Though I'd be lying if I said it didn't affect us much. I'm pretty sure that if Ron ever set foot back in that restaurant, the waitress would serve him spoiled food.

Ron is currently touring with the Chudley Canons in Asia. He isn't the best player on the team, but according to Harry, he is better than any other Keeper they've had in the recent past. They aren't at the bottom of the table anymore. I receive a post card every few months with a few pictures of his latest conquests at romance. I'd say it all worked out for the best. I could never handle all that fame, I'm running from it already.

Harry became an Auror like he wanted to since he first found out about the profession. The Ministry jumped at the chance to grab him, being the only one of the Golden Trio who was open to a Ministry job. They gave him 6 months of intense training, just so he could learn the protocols, before assigning him as a protégé to one of the senior Aurors. He quickly moved up the ranks and became head of his team. It wasn't a surprise at all, quite contrarily, it was expected of him. The only thing that surprised me was that he wasn't tired of it all. According to Ginny he got off on it, putting his life on the line for the world. It made him feel… needed. Though Ginny explained that in much greater detail than I wanted to hear.

Harry and Ginny are still together, Ginny managing his publicity by taking over the Daily Prophet along with the Patil Twins. She manages the fashion and entertainment division, which also includes gossip about everyone. I had to convince her to exclude me from that page. It took a lot of convincing but eventually she agreed, but only under the condition that she will be one of the first to know of any gossip from my side.

*PING*

I got up from my spot on the couch to get the Lasagna out of the oven. I shoved one of those frozen Lasagnas in the oven about half an hour ago before cracking open a chilled beer bottle from my fridge. God knows I desperately need a drink now, no matter how much I'm trying to cut back on it. I had a pretty rough day at the store. My part-timer, Rebecca, deciding it was a good time to quit just a few hours before the new stock of books finally arrived. Sure, she had a good reason that she was moving to college today, but then I had to spend the whole evening alone in the store, stacking books. At only 5'4, I wasn't tall enough to reach the top shelf and place books on it without a ladder. And I had this stupid moral policy not to use magic while working at the store. So I spent my Friday evening sober and alone in my closed bookstore until 10pm, standing on my tiptoes trying to reach the top shelf while balancing myself on a small two step ladder. By the time I reached home, my stomach was the only thing preventing me from crashing on my bed and passing out.

I walked back with my plate of Lasagna, getting ready to demolish the tasty Italian treat.

*DING-DONG*

"Now what?"

I scowled at the interruption to the meal I've been waiting for quite a while. I had half a mind to just forget about it and let the arse think I was asleep.

"Hermione, I know you're awake. I can hear F.R.I.E.N.D.S. playing on the TV."

Harry. I groaned. Great, now I have to go open the door.

"Please just open the door. I really need your help." I could hear his pleas even though I wanted to pretend that I didn't. Though, if he needed help, it would probably be something important. I put my plate of Lasagna aside, drowned some more beer and made my way to the door. I didn't care about what I was wearing. I was in a sleeveless white nightshirt and some oversized grayish purple slacks. My hair looked like my old dead cat Crookshanks had rolled around in it for a few days. I had no makeup on, not that I usually wear a lot, but I always had some basic stuff. It was only Harry, I reasoned. We had spent a lot of time around each other in less while searching for horcruxes.

I walked over and opened the door to a tired looking Harry with someone leaning on his shoulder. The guy reeked of alcohol. He was taller than Harry, I observed, as he was really bending his neck over to rest his head on Harry's shoulder. He was covered in a black sweatshirt, with a hood that covered his blonde hair. The sweatshirt was left unzipped to show that he was wearing a pale blue t-shirt underneath that clinged tightly to his chiselled body. I lingered on his abs for a few seconds before noticing his tight arse through his equally tight jeans. I licked my lips unconsciously as my mind imagined the different scenarios of what might happen if I bit his delicious arse.

"Uhh… Hermione, first help me out here, I'm pretty sure you won't want to ogle him as much when you look at his face."

I broke away from my traitorous thoughts and walked over to help Harry get him inside before I interrogate my best friend.

"I wasn't ogling hi-iimm…" That plan quickly dropped to the underworld as I saw the guy's sleeping face. I dropped him back on Harry and jumped back.

"MALFOY"

I just had this idea and couldn't get it out of my head. I decided to pen it down. It is now 3:34am, I've been writing this since 11 and I'm planning on writing at least another chapter before daybreak. Though I won't put it up today. I'll put it up sometime tomorrow, after proofreading it. For now, read this and review to let me know how you feel. Thanks.