Disclaimer: NO, I sadly do own the rights to the Harry Potter series, if I did, I'd be swimming in cash, not water.

A/N: Okay, so this is the first fanfiction I'm putting up. So be gentle! Reviews and what not are highly appreciated!

Chapter One: The Meeting.

"He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, is DEAD!"

"Honey! We're finally safe!"

"HARRY POTTER! OUR HERO!"

"Glen! You don't have to hide anymore!"

Screams, cries, and tears of victory filled the streets of Diagon Alley as news of 'You-Know-Who', well screw it, VOLDEMORT'S death erupted.

*Hermione POV*

"Oh Ginny, make is stop, they're giving me a headache." I couldn't stand this nonsense, yeah Voldemort was dead, but c'mon it happened weeks ago! "How are people just finding out now, Gin?" I let my head fall into my hands.

"Hermione, people are still coming out of hiding, and well, ah, okay! Okay! I'm over it as well. Harry can't even leave the house because of this. It's like we had nothing to do with any of it!" she sighed.

Her and Harry were back on, well more than on really, Harry proposed to her the minute he stepped through the door of the burrow the night we got home from the war, to Mrs Weasley's delight, wedding plans were already full steam ahead.

"Can we please go then?"

I didn't hear her reply, just the squeak of the chair across the floorboards as Ginny stood, she grabbed my arm and lifted me up. I looked at her, we both sighed. The Leaky Cauldron was usually empty, but tonight all tables, chairs and even the floor were littered with drunken people.

As we carefully stepped around people, careful not to knee anyone in their heads, we walked to the door. Just as Ginny reached for the door handle, the door slammed open, catching Gin off guard, she stumbled into me, nearly knocking me over.

"Hey watch it!" Ginny squealed.

"HAVENT YOU HEARD? THE DEVIL IS DEAD!" the drunken male got in Ginny's face, spitting all over her.

"Aw, c'mon Gin, let's get outta here." We pushed our way through the door, almost slipping on spilt butterbeer into the unpopulated street.

We apparated back to the burrow, hoping dinner was almost ready, and that all was quiet.

"Mum! We're home!" Ginny cried out. We walked through the open door, into the kitchen, where Mrs Weasley was cooking.

"Oh, Ginny dear! Welcome home, go and fetch Ronald would you?" she nodded her head towards the stairs, rolling her eyes as she did.

"No, I'll do that Gin, you go check on Harry." I gave Mrs Weasley a quick smile, and headed for the stairs. Ginny stopped me.

"Are you sure 'Mione?" she hesitated.

"Of course silly!" I glared at her, she frowned, but continued to walk to where Harry was laying on the couch.

As I walked up the stairs I realized how stupid it was for me to be doing this. Oh fuck. I really should've just let Ginny come up. I am SO not in the mood for this.

I knocked on Ron's door, expecting an answer. "Ronald?" I slightly opened the door, regretting it instantly.

There he was, on his bed, with Lavender Brown on top of him, eating his face. I gently closed the door, wishing I never saw what I saw. Ron was meant to be mine, I mean, he was for a little while, until he claimed that he still had feelings for… That Bitch! Why was I so mad? He led me on, cheated on me, claimed he 'loved me' then left… FOR HER? Okay, it was irrational for me to still be mad; I mean it was like a one week relationship! But, I thought he was my 'ever after'. Why does he have to bring her here, and just… rub it in my face like that!

"Oh, hey Hermione. Is dinner ready?" Ron had opened the door, and was looking weirdly at me, like I was some sort of creeper.

Me, creeper? Oh Ronald Weasley, you had another thing coming for you if you continued to stare at me like that! And, look at her, just staring down at me like I'm the stalkerish ex-girlfriend, WHICH IM NOT!

"Oh, ah, yeah." I hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Mrs Weasley, I've got somewhere to be, sorry!"

I quickly left the house, hearing "Ronald! What did you do this time? Lavender? When did you get here?" I apparated to Diagon Alley, away from him.

I walked through the snow, towards the Leaky Cauldron. I would stay here for a few nights until I could get to Gringotts. Harry was helping me buy an apartment, to get out of the Weasley's house after my parents sudden death. As soon as my inheritance came in, I was paying him back.

I entered into the warm room, and approached the counter.

"Just a room thanks."

"How many nights?" he asked without looking up.

"Just two."

"That'll be 6 galleons and 11 sickles." I gave him the money.

"Room 36. Here's your key." He handed me a small silver key.

"Thanks."

I walked up the stairs, taking my time, not really paying attention. Just as I reached the first floor landing, and went to turn, someone crashed into me, knocking me completely over. Gasping, I propped myself up, ready to yell at whoever it was. Lifting my head, all I could see was white-blonde hair, pale skin and bright blue eyes.

What?...How?...No. He was gone. He vanished! He shouldn't be here!

"Malfoy?"