Chapter 1 : Just The Beginning (A/N: Reuploaded, A/N below ;) !)

All was well.

But all was not at an end. At least not for Hermione Granger.

She never really noticed him much, after the battle, but she heard of him around the Ministry and saw flashed of that mop of hair once or twice. She didn't give it much thought though, she was merely aware of who that head of striking platinum that belonged to.

It was when she and Ron sent their eldest kid, Rose, off for her first day at Hogwarts School of Wizardry and Witchcraft. That was the first time she actually saw him, the first time in so many, many years. Nineteen, to be exact.

There were the annual gala events which brought the "star cast" together, meaning the survivors of the war, of course with the rest of the students of Hogwarts. The people usually only got their eyes peeled for the "heroes", but some also considered him one. Draco Malfoy, Death Eater. A hero?

He was redeemed, in the end, alongside his mother, because of their shift from the Dark Lord's side to Harry's. It was their saving grace, true, but was he ever a hero? True, he wasn't good, but the badness in him, it was moulded, years through his childhood by his father, Lucius Malfoy. She could understand. It was like the House-Elves, who think adamantly of their kind as slaves. It was probably just a cloud in the mind. His joining the Dark Lord's side, disdain for muggles and Mudbloods—she shuddered at the thought. But he wasn't all bad, was he?

"Hermione, it's about time. Hugo and Rosie want to get snacks just from over there," Ron, her husband interrupted her thoughts. She nodded with a smile.

Maybe work at the Ministry was getting to her. How could she think of Malfoy as a hero?

"As a matter of fact, I did Confund him." She heard her husband whisper to Harry how he got his driving license, and shook her head, amused.

As if on cue, the four caught sight of the blond.

Malfoy gave a curt nod, with a smaller Malfoy trotting behind him and a lady, who appeared to be Astoria Greengrass, giving him a gentle push with her hand on his back.

"So that's little Scorpius," Ron muttered. "Make sure you beat him in every test, Rosie. Thank God you inherited your mother's brains." He cheekily poked Rose's head, making her giggle.

"Ron, for heaven's sake," said Hermione, half-stern, half-amused. "Don't try to turn them against each other before they've even started school!"

Ron continued, also dragging Hugo and in, but Hermione saw Malfoy glance back at them, and a smirk flittered ever so slightly over his lips, leaving her Confunded.


Ron Weasley, Hugo Weasley and Hermione Granger returned to their little home in the muggle world. Darkness sets in and after tucking Hugo into bed, Hermione finds herself muddled up by that strange action of Malfoy.

Ron took notice of his wife being caught up in her thoughts and he touched her hand, "Hermione, if there's anything troubling you…"

She returned the gesture and smiled at him. "I'm fine, just… thinking about work tomorrow." Which was partially true, since there was a sudden influx of muggle cases to deal with recently.

She felt him relax and mumble an affirmative sleepily, drifting off.

She on the other hand, was apprehensive about tomorrow, for some reason. And she couldn't wipe that scene off her head. Why didn't she tell Ron? She usually told him everything. Maybe it was a figment of her imagination. Maybe he was smiling at something else. But she had that feeling. Could it be for real, though? Why did Malfoy do that?

So many questions. She felt overwhelmed. Closing her eyes, she tried to sleep.


A/N: Hey there! Thanks for reading my first ever fanfic like omg it's really nice to see some people enjoy it Anyway, welcome aboard! If you have any comments, tips or constructive criticism, just let me know! Btw, I split the parts because I intended for it to be this way, and to clear things up, this is not a one/two-shot

Love, Debbie.