Full Summary: Ron and Hermione aren't working out. When Hermione meets Draco after so long, something happens between them. But obstacles upon obstacles are blocking their future, and they must decide whether their love is a chance they're willing to take. When a tragedy occurs, two unlikely people must team up to save the ones that they love. Formerly called Dramione at Last.

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Love in a New Perspective

Chapter One

New Feelings

Hermione sniffed quietly into her handkerchief, hoping that no one inside of Three Broomsticks could hear her. As much as she adored her husband, Ron, sometimes she wished that she could just leave, and hope to God that everything would eventually work out.

Still sniffing, she took a gulp of her firewhiskey, again wishing that Three Broomsticks wasn't out of butterbeer. How could a magical restaurant run out of something? As a Muggle-Born witch, when she was a new first year, she'd thought that anything could be solved with a wave of one's wand. The burn in her throat seemed to gloat at her.

Hermione zipped her coat a bit higher, remembering her fight with Ron earlier…

"Hermione, I'd thought that so much time after leaving Hogwarts, you wouldn't be such a know-it-all!" Ron seethed, pulling out tufts of his orange hair while his blue eyes blazed.

"Ronald! I was only saying simply that you can't expect to find the culprit so easily! Ministry work is no game of Quidditch!"

"I'm aware of that, Hermione," Ron said. "But you shouldn't educate me about my own job when you sit here and home, cooking and cleaning like a Muggle!"

Hermione felt tears well in her eyes and burn like acid. "Ron! I can't believe you!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "Hermione, you know it's the truth."

Hermione, sniffing, retorted: "Ron, you know I've been looking for a job, and it hasn't been easy at all."

"Why don't you just leave, like the Muggle you are?" Ron hissed.

Crying, Hermione had grabbed her coat and left with nothing but a wallet full of Galleons and Sickles, and a small hat covering her bushy mane of brown hair…

Hermione wiped her face and, as she did, she noticed a pale face, framed by pale blonde hair, staring at her with confusion and recognition. The gray eyes seemed familiar; perhaps Hermione had seen them at Hogwarts? The man was probably a vague classmate from her younger years.

Suddenly feeling exhausted, Hermione pulled on her coat and left her tip on the table. As she walked out so she could Disapparate, she felt the stranger's eyes on her back the entire time.

"'Mione, I'm sorry. I've been so stressed out from work and stuff, and you know about how Ludo Bagman's been acting up again, and how the Unspeakables and the Aurors are so occupied –"

Feeling exasperated and somewhat bored with her husband, Hermione nodded. "I'm aware, Ronald," she said flatly. "And everything's okay, despite the fact the things you called me were uncalled for."

Looking sheepish, Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione held up her hand. "Just go, Ronald," she told him. "Maybe I'll speak to you later when I've cooled off a bit."

Ron nodded and backed out of the house, and Hermione heard the pop as her husband left for work.

She looked around at the beautiful cottage all of their friends had put together to buy a house for her and Ron when they'd gotten married. It wasn't far from Godric's Hollow, and yet there was a security there that Hermione hadn't felt when she lived with Harry and Ginny and their son, James and Albus, in Grimmauld Place. Rose, Hermione and Ron's daughter, suddenly dropped her wooden spoon and it clattered to the floor. Hermione smiled in spite of herself.

Sighing, Hermione swept her hand around the table, laughing as silly Muggle magazines fell onto the floor. Just then, she heard a loud crackling noise coming from the fireplace. Floo Powder!

Hermione rushed to the den and tried not to giggle as Kingsley Shacklebolt's dusty, bald head appeared.

"Greetings, Hermione," he nodded swiftly. "I'm sure you've heard about the trouble with Ludo Bagman. There's been a lot of trouble at the Ministry, and I was wondering if –"

"If you're looking for Ron," Hermione interrupted, "he's already left."

"No, Hermione," Kingsley said. "We're short of workers, and we were wondering if you wanted to fill in a slot in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures."

Overcome with joy, Hermione clapped. "Of course, Kinglsey!" she practically purred. "You don't know how much you've just helped me."

"My pleasure," Kingsley said, his head already starting to smoke. "You start today." In a twirl of smoke, green fire, and ash, Kingsley was gone and the fireplace was quiet once more.

Author's Note:

What did you think? I thought it was okay. It may have been boring, but all stories need a beginning, right? I promise that the next chapter will be a bit more spicy; Hermione and Draco will actually talk to each other this time. Please, Read&Review!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from the Harry Potter series, or any of their characters. This is fanfiction, and I am simply using J.K. Rowling's characters and brilliant, genius ideas in a different way and a different story. This plot, however, does belong to me, and I will shred whoever steals it!