Hermione Jean Granger. She was a happy girl, or so she thought. The war had ended for two years now and she was starting to get past all of her fears now. Her parents were found in Melbourne by Kingsley not long after the Battle of Hogwarts, and they were happy. Everyone in the Ministry helped her to get them back but after finding out about what happened they decided that Hermione was old enough to live alone and they stayed in Australia where she could visit anytime she wanted.
In the beginning it was hard for her. Mostly the night time. Living in a house where she was happy once but now she just felt alone. She tried to convince Ron to move in but he declined since his family was mourning over Fred's death.
It was hard on everyone, now that she thought about it. Even the ones who were on the wrong side. She wondered what happened to Pansy. Did she marry Malfoy? Was she still a pain in the ass? She couldn't know. Her mind went and thought about Blaise and Teo, where have they gone? All the Slytherins, what happened to them? She knew that Lucius was arrested and sent to Azkaban. But then again she had no idea of what happened to Mrs. Malfoy and Draco. She shrugged and cleaned her mind of such thoughts. Maybe it was not her problem. She needed to stop caring about everyone's business.
It was a Friday night and she was laying in bed thinking about the war. Maybe she was trying to forget that her life now also had problems. Boyfriend problems. The brightest witch of her age, the brains of the Golden Trio with boyfriend problems. That sounded ridiculous in her head, so she never dared talking about such things out loud. To no one. So she just kept everything for her, and it was not working very well for her. Ron had got in a huge fight last night about something she couldn't remember. She knew that was awful and she wanted nothing more than to remember. She wanted to know what was the fight about and why she was upset but she couldn't find in herself to care about this. There were other things. Bigger things. Like work. She was getting far with her work. The laws against the families who slaved house elves were accepted by the Winzgamot and she thought that there were so much more she could do. Kingsley helped her a lot and being the new Minister of Magic he had some influence. He had told her that once he retired he would want her to take his place but the only thing she wanted was to be head of her Department.
As thoughts kept going through her mind she decided she really needed to go out and leave this funk she somehow got herself in. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom to handle the fuss her hair was in. Hermione loved her hair but sometimes it was just too much for her, it took too much time. That done she ran to her closet and picked up a pair of jeans and a white blouse that her mother gave her the summer of her fifth year.
She walked out of the house thinking about a place to go. If she went to Leaky Cauldron she would run into her co-workers, but if she went to The Three Broomsticks she certainly would find Ron and Harry and she was trying to avoid them. The witch settled for a muggle pub near her parents house where she knew good music was played and it was calm.
The door opened, a couple heading out with stupid smiles on their lips. An aching feeling made her heart break as she remembered the good times between her and Ron. She got in and occupied a table hidden in a corner. Tonight it was supposed to be calm. She asked for a bottle of whiskey and poured her cup with some of the drink. Usually she didn't drink, but she also didn't went to pubs alone on Fridays so this was a different night.
It was way past 02 am when she realized she was very drunk and surrounded by man. She didn't knew why they were here but she could feel a hand going up her thighs and she figured that it should belong to the guy on her left that was smiling at her. His face was a blur caused by the alcohol but when he kissed her she didn't stopped him. She couldn't remember anything, where she was, what was her name, why was she here and why did her heart ache when redheads passed through her.
"Do you want to get out of here?" The men whispered in her ear. She took a last sip of whiskey and shook her head.
"It's probably best if I go home. Thank you anyway." Hermione got to her feet and even though she was a little dizzy she handled herself and walked out the door with a kiss lingering in her lips. A kiss from a stranger. She didn't even knew his last name. This was not her at all. And with that she decided that her bed, as cold as it was, it was the place to be now.