Chapter One- The Crumpled Papers

The sun drifted through the trees on the outskirts of the dark forest. Or nowadays known as just the forest; the light created large shadows that left the tress off in the distance to be unseen. Hermione sat on a long log that was perched up on a small hill as she looked out onto the small blue lake to her left. She paused. Then continued to scribble notes on a black leather notepad that was placed on her knees.

It was her personal diary. She promised to herself when Ron left that she would constructively note down her feelings so she could reflect on them later. Her face was blank and empty, as it usually was when she thought nobody was looking and she ripped out a page fiercely, placing it onto a large pile of paper that was building next to her. She continued to write.

Dear Diary.

You know how much I hate writing in this thing. Harry reckoned it would be a good idea, but in reality I just looks like a sad teenage with an unrequited love story. It just makes me think of him when writing it. Him. His ginger hair, the fresh cut grass, his mother's cooking ... and the night he left.

Higglewarp (Ginny's new owl) had sent me a letter adressesed from her. At first I couldn't even bare to see the owl, as it comes from the Wesley Family. I can't even bare to visit Harry and Ginny anymore. But the news Higglewarp had sent was so much worse. Ron was getting married to Katie Bell. So soon after we split up! It was only a year ago! Today.

Hermione felt like she was going to cry, like most days since last summer. She quickly ripped the page off and placed it on the pile followed by her tossing the leather diary into the lake.

She could remember him leaving so vividly. She had recently been employed by the ministry and given the new post of Head of Prevention of crime against muggles, Half bloods and half breeds. The department was recently formed and with Hermione's new found fame after the wizarding war, they begged her to join. Her job consisted of a lot of undercover work, and paperwork. So as you can imagine she spent most of her time in her office.

It angered Ron; he recently got a new job in the England's quiddict team training younger keepers. He was good but also spent lots of time at work, and soon Hermione and Ron barely ever saw each other. Both being 24 and in their prime, they were wasting away their youth. It was inevitable that they would have a fight, break up, and leave a broken hearted Ron to crawl into a relationship with the Dark haired, talent Quiddict player that was Katie bell. Despite her being slightly older she had helped him train the aspiring quddict players and they fell in love.

After the Break up, Ron and Hermione didn't speak but she knew that Ron had fallen for Katie. She decided she hated being stuck at work and preferred being undercover so she employed a man called Cordeus Mall as an assiant and left him to stay inside the ministry.

Recently work had been slow and had taken a year off to help restore Hogwarts, after all she was extremely talented with repair charms, and she was hourouned to help alongside the new head teacher McGonagall.

Hermione sat fiddling with her curls and she settled her breath, wiping the last of her tears from her checks. She shut her eyes to stop the thudding of her headache and rested her hands in her knees. A tall handsome figure wondered across the grass and sat on the log beside her. She didn't look up and continued to be silent. She had hardly spoken to anyone in months.

He swayed backwards and forwards on the log till she had no other choice but to look at who was disturbing her quite time. His eyes were powder blue and the light bounced of his pale, perfect skin. "Shouldn't you be working?" he asked jokingly. He conjured a small fire at his feet and warmed his hands over it.

"No" she said pulling her hair out her face. "I finished today's work an hour ago, I enchanted the main halls ceiling". He looked up slightly almost as if he was looking for the floating candles, here in the forest. "Never did like that Wesley kid." He just smirked and he turned the flames green. "You never liked anyone." He agreed to her comment laughing still. "Indeed, but you had a hard punch and I admire that."

She sighed and looked at him in the eyes now. "What are you doing here Draco?" "I'm the new defence against the dark arts teacher" He laughed at the irony and vanished the fire with a click of his finger. "McGonagall forgave me, especially after single handily vanishing most of the death eaters; after all I never carried out any of voldermorts order." She flinched at the name; the war was still delicate to her.

"I haven't seen you in ages Draco," Hermione said. "Yeah I missed you... a little." Draco said smiling, still joking with her. "Yeah me too."

Author's note-

Hey Guys! Thanks for reading. Please check out some of my other stories. This is my first one that I actually tried with. I will continue if I think enough people want it continued, and I have a plot so it shouldn't take long. I'm going to write to ends to this story eventually so don't worry if it doesn't turn out as you imagine.