So Hi everyone it is me XAnnabubbleX... This story is about something quite personal to me. Obviously put into a Dramione context, but the first idea I had was my personal problems and it lead on, into a Dramione which I think is pretty cute!

Plot: Hermione Granger, seven years after the War decides to spill out her story to her readers on her blog. Who else is to find this blog than Draco Malfoy, reading it, empathising and finally going to see her about it. A little OOC, but I see it as a grown up Draco! He is looking after his one year old son and is recently Widowed, Hermione and Ron has now broken up! So lot's of Dramione :)

Disclaimer:

Me: I do not own Harry Potter, just my ideas and stuff...

Draco: Great description...

Me: Thanks !

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So hello reviewers, I am Hermione Granger – yes the Hermione Granger, and before you ask, no I have not got back together with Ronald Weasley, I am currently single and now, nervously showing you a part of my life.

You see, since the war, I have had some problems. Mentally, physically and emotionally. For the past seven years I have been gradually deteriating, I have been hurting for all these years, and now I finally feel I can sit here and type to you, my readers what has been happening and what I will do about it.

During the war, you see, I had to get by for months, with little food, little clothing, being pushed and pulled by the dark magic Voldemort conducted. I was in love with Ron, missing him when he left us, but hating him when he was with me and Harry. I couldn't stand him, and he was hurting me, then caring for me, and all the same I was struggling to hold onto the life I was living with my parents. Who I had to save, despite the fact, there was a chance I couldn't get them back.

Emotionally, the war affected me. My hormones were all over the place, and nothing, and I mean nothing was working properly. For months after the war, I thought I couldn't have a child, I was physically nothing. Just skin and bones. Ronald's and my relationship was broken before it even began, for I was broken, scarred for life from the terrifying things I had to live with. And now, finally at the age of twenty-five I am ready to talk about my life, and begin to put it back on track.

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Hermione Granger uploaded the start to her blog onto her Wizarding Website and began to read, checking over her spellings and grammar. Sighing, she deleted a comma where she knew it didn't belong and, once satisfied, logged off her user name and spun around on her chair to face her flat. Her new flat.

She looked at the lounge area, with its red leather sofa, cushiony and soft and large lounging chair. The lounging chair could spin around, and was cream, with a soft red cushion sat upon it. There was a wooden coffee table and a plasma TV attached to the wall. That wall was red, while the others, a soft cream. She had a few cupboards, in the same light wood as the table and each had various pictures of her family and friends, some moving – some not, and in pretty frames sat upon them.

Her soft fingers stroked the counter top of her kitchen. It had the same light wood cupboards, and had a red microwave, kettle, and other furnishings in the same colour. She breathed in the 'freshly dried paint' smell and smiled.

"Meow" called Crookshanks, her large, fluffy tabby cat called. It pawed her leg for attention, so she scratched it behind the ears softly.

"Yes Crookshanks" she answered and the smart cat stalked over to the cupboard that had its food in it. Chuckling to herself, Hermione padded over, in her fluffy white slippers, to the mentioned cupboard, and took out a bowl, emptied the sachet and placed the bowl neatly onto the red mat her cat used. She then filled Crookshank's water bowl and sat it next to it. The cat meowed appreciately and began to eat.

Hermione's stomach then made a noise like it was hungry and she stopped; her eyes wide in horror. She took a breath and walked slowly over to fridge.

"It's ok" she mumbled to herself and slowly pulled out a salad she had bought from the shop earlier that day. She added some cooked chicken strips to it and poured a load into the bowl. She added a little more, in instinct, the green lettuce tumbling into the bowl. She inhaled sharply, before slowly breathing out; she then measured the amount of food she knew she was allowed, by measuring it with the size of her fist.

Smiling, for the first time since her stomach had growled, she noticed how she had instinctly poured the correct amount into the bowl.

Grabbing a silver fork, she sat on her sofa, cuddled into a blanket, and poured herself a glass of white wine. She turned the TV on with the remote control and began to watch. At first, she didn't pay attention to the TV, but just carefully placed the food into her mouth, watching she didn't chew to fast, and that she did it in small bite-size mouthfuls. Although as she began to eat, she relaxed a bit more, and found herself laughing at the comedy programme she was watching.

Once the programme and her dinner were finished she looked down at the empty bowl and wine glass. She bit her bottom lip, and stared at the bottle of wine on the table, and the freezer, of which she knew, had a whole tub of Ben and Jerry's (her favourite) ice cream in it.

Taking in a deep breath, she ran to the bottle, unscrewed the top and raised it to her lips, she was about to take a mouthful, before she caught sight of her cat watching her and instantly she felt the regret. Hurryingly, she screwed the top back on, and practically threw it in the fridge.

Taking in a deep breath after she had flung the fridge shut, she looked around the room, grabbed her empty bowl, and made it clean by magic, before placing it in the cupboard and the same with the fork. She looked at her greasy fingers, covered in the salad dressing, resisting the urge to lick them, she ran to her bathroom, scrubbed her fingers, and brushed her teeth hard.

After she scrubbed and brushed she looked down at the sink, they were covered in blood. "Damn" she mumbled, knowing that already she had relapsed into her old habits.

Sighing, she began to think. 'What would she normally do next?' Smiling slightly, she knew she would normally go and eat whatever was in the kitchen, so she took the time, to clean the sink, before stepping quickly on her treadmill, which was in the spare bedroom – turned gym.

Hermione jogged for ten minutes, and then walked for two, for an hour, before she was hot and sweaty. She was red-faced and breathing hard, so she took a shower and got into her pyjamas. The black t-shirt and matching striped pyjama trousers hung to her quite well, she smiled.

She had been living in her new flat for a month now, and – despite a few relapses – she had been keeping to the Healer's diet and exercise plan.

She stepped into her bedroom and smiled at her cat, which was sat upon her bed. The bed was a double size, white bed sheets, and duvet cover, but had a purple throw laying on it. The wall at the top of the bed was purple with a double white line around it at the height of her waist, the rest of the walls were white with a purple double line around it. She had a white dressing table with matching stool, with a purple comfy cushioned seat on it. There was a large white free standing mirror on the dressing table, soft white curtains at the window and a large window seat underneath. The purple soft rug had the bed and bed side table on it, but the rest were sat on the white, soft and cushioning carpet.

Hermione smiled, and turned off the kitchen, as well as the gym – which held a running machine, bike and a few weights – lights and her walk in wardrobe joined to bathroom light. She looked up at the beautiful white chandelier and quickly turned on the lamp on her bed-side table, before hopping back over to turn off the main light.

Slipping into the soft cotton sheets, Hermione smiled, and began to read her book, "A Perfect Wizard – Is It a Myth, Or Just a Rare Creature?" At first Hermione had laughed at the book her best friend Ginny Potter had given her. It was a gift for her after Hermione and Ronald Weasley and broken up, after their three years of relationship. It was a peaceful break-up, of sorts anyway. They had decided to talk about their relationship, after it got to the point when he was sleeping on the sofa in the living room, while she slept alone in her bed.

He moved on, still loving her as a friend, going on to get back in touch with none other than Pansy Parkinson. They were into their third year of being together, while Hermione stayed alone. Only 'Hooking up' as Ronald had crudely put it, with other men for her pleasure. There were never any feelings or emotions, but Hermione sometimes needed a man to relieve her, and they knew that.

Hermione missed the companionship of Ronald's and her relationship, but definitely not the arguments.

Hermione did enjoy reading the book, understanding the philosophies of the women writing the books, up to the point where she began to read chapter four and turned the page to see a statement that made her skin crawl.

So, as we have discovered, there are such men, who are caring, kind and good at magic. Although as all of you want to know; what about the men who are all that, and good in bed? There is such a man! Unfortunately, only one, according to our sources, he is though, newly widowed and rich! Who is he? You may ask, well Draco Malfoy. Handsome, kind, clever, rich and good in bed! Don't get too excited though, he wants a model-looking perfect girl to match him and who can deal with his one year old son.

Hermione groaned, and shut the white covered, with pink lettering book with a snap.

"Stupid boy." She muttered under her breath. She remembered the idiot of a boy, who spent his time taunting her with insulting words, and dirty looks every time she was in his eyesight.

Rolling over, she curled into a ball and shut her eyes, angry, frustrated and feeling much uglier than she had felt in a while. Suddenly she felt a soft touch on her forearm and she looked up to see her cat, snuggling up to her and Hermione smiled, and cuddled her cat until they both fell asleep.

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Please review and tell me what you think! Any songs match up with this chapter? Thanks!

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