(A/N: Welcome, welcome fellow fanfiction fanatics! Just so we are aware: all of the characters who died in the Canon are dead in my story, as well as Hermione's parents. Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban, Narcissa considers herself to be a widow and has effectively divorced him. Draco has been given a second chance and, to his continual frustration, must spend it with members of the Golden Trio or else he faces Azkaban. I've read a lot of fun Harry Potter x Twilight fanfiction, and I figured I would give it a shot as well! HP is 6 months after the events of DH, Twilight is after the events of New Moon, except the Volturi aren't a thing and Edward just came back fearing for Bella's death. I'll show that part in this first chapter here. I welcome all sorts of feedback! These stories are my way of working on my craft, so please please please feel free to be honest and constructive with your criticism! Let's see where this goes. Thanks everyone!)

The dinner in the Burrow had burst into fire mere seconds ago, and Hermione was frantically trying to douse the flames while simultaneously conjuring jugs of water to do so. "Really, Ron, you are being so overdramatic!" she yelled. Ron, the perpetrator of the dinner disaster, only fumed in his seat. "Is destroying dinner really necessary?"

"Oh, it was rubbish anyway," he grumbled, glaring at the turkey as if he was trying to light it on fire again.

"Ronald Weasley!" Molly yelling in a shrill voice, "I put a lot of work into that dinner!"

"Yes, my dear, and it was lovely," Arthur added. "I'm sure you can conjure up something just as delicious while Ronald," he said, glaring at Ron, "will be more than happy to help clean up."

Ron, finally finding words, shot straight up out of his seat. "How can you all be so bloody calm and okay with this? Hermione and Harry are leaving us and taking, that, that-"

"His name is Draco." Hermione calmly replied.

"-Weasel with them!" Ron yelled.

"Don't forget Luna." Harry stated, wiping his mouth on his napkin and standing up to help Hermione clear away the charred dinner.

"What? And Luna?" Ron shrieked.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron, we've been over this. Multiple times!"

Ron scoffed. "I thought you were kidding!"

"Why on earth would we joke about something like this?"

"Because I never thought that you would actually leave me!"

Hermione rolled her eyes again. "Oh please Ronald, we aren't leaving you."

"You're moving to bloody who knows where in the United States without even asking me-"

"Ronald!" Hermione yelled, finally shutting him up. Her glare turned towards him, and he gulped nervously. "I don't need your permission to do anything. Besides, last time I checked, you were too busy cavorting with the Chuddly Cannons and your so-called "team managers" to care about what I was doing."

Ron blushed angrily. "I told you, Hermione, that was nothing."

All he got in reply was a scoff. Waving her wand, Hermione stalked off into the kitchen, taking the ruined dinner with her. George, who had been eerily quiet throughout the exchange, whistled and hit Ron on the back. "Nice one, mate."

Ron shoved George's arm away and turned his furious gaze towards Ginny. "Ginny, how are you okay with this? Harry's leaving too!"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "And you think that I can stop him?"

"Well, you could at least try! You are his girlfriend after all."

Harry coughed, suddenly violently blushing. "I'm going to go see if they need help in the kitchen" he muttered, before silently jogging out of the room.

"Well, what the bloody hell was that?" Ron looked on incredulously.

Ginny glared at him, whispering violently. "I told him we should take a break, you dolt!" Ron turned and looked at Ginny, amazed.

"But why?" he asked.

She sighed, leaned back into her chair, and rolled her eyes. "He's been incredibly depressed ever since the final battle. He keeps having dreams about his parents and Sirius and hasn't been much fun to be around."

"So? You love him?"

She sighed again, sadly this time, as she stared down at the table. "Of course I do. I think I always will. But I still have some time left at Hogwarts, and I want to be free to meet other people."

George whistled again, and Ginny shot him a look that stopped him, mid-whistle.

"Wow." That was all Ron said, as he sat back down into his chair, looking stunned.

"It's not forever. Just a while." Ginny added quietly. "He knows I still love him. I just need time."

Arthur, who had been sitting quietly this entire time, put his hand on top of Ginny's. "You both do, my dear. And as hard as this will be, I think it will be for the best. And you," he said, turning to look at Ron, "you need to learn to control your temper. You can't accidentally set things on fire every time you get angry. You hurt Hermione, and she's moving on. If you want to have any sort of relationship with her, you need to let her go. And I wouldn't hold out hope for a romantic one, if I were you. We all saw those tabloids." Arthur murmured, looking down at the table.

Ron sighed, putting his head into his hands. "I know," he replied. "But why did it have to be Malfoy?"

"She's not dating Malfoy!" Ginny argued defensively.

"I know that," he groaned. "I just don't like it."

George chuckled, leaning forward in his seat. "He's a chick magnet, that one."

Ron groaned again, hitting his head against the table.

Ginny turned and shot George a withering look. "You're not helping."

George grinned. "I'm not trying to."

Molly hustled around the small kitchen of the Burrow while Hermione threw what was left of the burned food into the fire. Hermione was angrily scrubbing the charred food off of the plates, cursing Ron under her breath.

"Now, I don't mean to make you frustrated my dear, but are you sure this is the wisest course of action?" Molly questioned carefully.

Hermione sighed. "Yes, I believe so." Her voice caught, and she cleared her throat. "This will be good."

Hermione turned back silently to her washing and Molly watched, smiling sadly to herself. Merlin knew this poor young girl had been through a lot.

Death took a toll on them all, but it hit poor Hermione especially hard. Most days she sat in a chair by the fireplace, her eyes eerily empty. Dead looking, really. The news of a research position in the Ministry that meant relocating to Washington in the United States to study various magical creatures and document new species brought light back to Hermione's eyes. It wasn't a surprise to anyone that she immediately volunteered for the position, along with Luna Lovegood, who was also mourning the death of her father. It also wasn't a surprise that they were selected almost immediately, and that Harry had volunteered to join them. What was a surprise was that Draco Malfoy insisted upon joining them as well.

Actually, Molly thought to herself, she wasn't that surprised at all. Ever since his court hearing, Draco had been oddly protective of Hermione. In fact, Draco was the only person that could force Hermione to eat for almost a month. Molly remembered when he showed up three days after the funeral, bursting into the room with a container of fish and chips from the local pub. "Where is she?" he demanded. Hermione was sitting in her armchair near the fireplace, staring out the window. His glance landed on her and he was in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"Eat this," he said, shoving the food in her face.

"No, thank you," Hermione replied softly, staring out the window.

"You don't have a choice in the matter," Draco growled, putting his face in front of her own. "Eat. This."

Hermione looked at him, dazed. "But I'm not hungry."

"Yes, you are. So eat it."

"No."

"I'm not leaving until you do." Draco glared at her, watching her resolve weaken.

"Fine," she replied softly, shocking everyone in the room. George had dropped the china dishes he was carrying to Molly, and for once, Molly didn't say a thing.

Sure enough, Hermione finished the food. Draco left silently, returning that evening with dinner, and every subsequent day making sure she ate until he arrived one day and found her eating soup of her own accord. Then, he only showed up once a weekend.

The sound of clanging pans brought Molly back from her reverie, and she watched as Hermione silently glided around the room, putting dishes away and conjuring up a new pasta dish for dinner.

Yes, Molly thought, I think this will be a good idea after all.