After the War, Hermione left. Staying in England was too hard, especially knowing she didn't have her family. Despite her best efforts, Death Eaters found her mum and dad, so after sitting her NEWTs, Hermione packed her stuff, told Harry to keep in touch and disappeared to Spain.
Her break up with Ron had costed her more than a boyfriend, it costed her almost her entire wizarding family. George, Charlie, Bill and Harry were the only ones that cared to stay in touch with her after she caught Ron in bed with Lavender. So much for that relationship, despite Molly insisting that it's to be expected. Everyone knew Arthur would have lost the family jewels if he'd pulled a stunt like that. But Hermione knew back in forth year that she was expendable to Molly Weasley. Last she heard, Ron and Lavender had three kids with one on the way. She was happy for them, but looking back she knew it was doomed to fail because she could never be Molly, she wanted a career and had goals beyond a clean kitchen and a mini army of offspring. And that's what Ron expected.
She was surprised that Ron and Molly dropped Harry when he could no longer take Ginny's obsession. She thought he meant more to them but apparently even Hermione Granger could be wrong. Who knew?
Hermione got her wish with her career though. She was Undersecretary to the Spanish Minister, well on her way to possibly being Minister herself. The Spanish Wizarding world adored her for her ambition and passion. What can you say, they are passionate people.
The International Wizarding World Summit was nearing and outwardly, Hermione was just as excited as everyone else around her. Inwardly, she was dreading it. It was being held in London this year. Hermione hadn't set foot back in England since she graduated, 10 years ago. Obviously she kept in touch with a few people, even ran into an old schoolmate while working for the Spanish Ministry.
The Floo swished and out stepped a black haired woman who, just looking at her, you knew she was rich…and powerful. Pansy stood in the spacious living room brushing the soot from her dress.
"Hermione, if you don't hurry up, I'm going to come in there and dress you myself!" Pansy yelled up the stairs. Hearing a hurried thump on the floor made a smirk appear on her face.
Sitting on the sofa, careful not to wrinkle her dress, Pansy relaxed while she waited for her friend to finish dressing. The threat of Pansy getting Hermione ready was enough to make Hermione appear downstairs, ready, 10 minutes later. Glaring at her best friend, Hermione walked into the kitchen, popping open a bottle of Spanish vintage wine that she'd been saving.
"Opening the good stuff, are we?"
Hermione could hear the smirk in her friend's voice.
"If I'm going to go back to England, I'm going to do it with some liquid courage. And since I'm all out of Felix Felicis, this drink will have to do." Hermione replied, sipping the vintage slowly. Pansy just shook her head, smirking. Hermione might have cut England out of her life, but Pansy didn't. She knew who was going to be there tonight and was excited for it all.