There lies a small cabin on a flat turf surrounded by evergreen, pine, and whitewood trees of a forest, not to far from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The cabin is made of green tree logs, and painted a deep burgandy, and edges a small pond filled with white swans, and orange stickle back fish. There are white doves that like to make nest in the trees, and schools of multicolored butterflies that flutter against the lily's, and buttercups alighning the pathway from the house to the pond. Now this would sound odd if it were some muggle living in the cabin. But this cabin was occupied by a bright witch, perhaps one of the most brightest witches, that ever attended Hogwarts. Her love of beauty, and different kinds of animals brought her to this magic place, that was now her own. She was surrounded by love, friends, her job, which was a an officer at the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, in which she had recieved 2 years ago after graduating top of her class. But it wasn't easy, she had lost many people she loved, she had to go to australia to retrieve her parents back from their loss of memories, after lord.."he who must not be named" had been reborn and planned to attack the school, the mudbloods, and Harry Potter. There was a great battle at the school in which Voldermort had been defeated, but for those who have seen his face, it still scares them, and Hermione herself had to control the nightmares of that night, with multiple charms. As for her friends, Neville who has been a teachers assistant since his graduation, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley; who graduated last year, and is now working at the Daily Prophet, and currently engaged to Hermione's best friend Harry Potter. She still speaks to Harry but not as much after the war. He and Ron Weasley had gone off to become aurors, and Ron felt the need never to talk to her again after that, which is the reason for her sorrow. She had kissed him that night, hoping that would make the bickering, the pain, and suffering, and the jealousy would all go away and it did. But after his brother Fred died, all he wanted was her. He kept wanting her to come with himself and Harry. To ditch school and become an auror, but Hermione didn't want that, she knew she could do better. She left to Australia on her own, then came back to school in time for the semester graduated. When Harry contacted her after auror training, Ron wanted nothing to do with her, so he left when she and Harry spoke.

"He'll get over it." Harry said as soon as Ron had left the room. His face was shaped by coal from the fire pit.

"I know I should've been there for him, after his brother died, but I simply couldn't Harry, I needed to finish, I had to go back." She said dissappointed.

"I know, he's just..."

"Lost." Hermione finished his sentence.

"yeah, give it time, soon he'll realize what an arse he's being and come to terms."

Hermione hoped that, that would come true, but after waiting a year and a half, She had moved on.

She had been sitting in her office, at the Department working on a case of imprisoned elves, when she was inturrupted by a handsome, tall gentlemen with dark hair, and glittering blue eyes, and a genuine smile

."Miss Granger." his voice was so angelic, so manley and deep.

"Yes." she stumbled a little.

He held out his hand to hers, and she took it, lightly.

"My name is Craig Daffodile."

"Pleasure." She said shyly.

"And... umm... err, what can I help you with?" She asked, brushing back her hair.

"Well actually I was wondering if you could help me with something, you see I'm what you'd call a CeO of a company, banning all enslavement to house elves, it was actually named by you. SPEW I believe."
Hermione's face was in the state of shock. "You made a company for me."

"Yes.. well I didn't but there are many people that know you Miss Granger, and your thoughts about house elves enslavement and we would like to make you our head of company."

"I don't believe it." Hermione said leaning back in her chair slapping her hand to her forhead.

"Believe it." Craig said just as suprised as she was.

"I'll accept.' She said ecstatic.

"Amazing, so you will help us with the plans for it, we can design a building, it will be up in just a few months."

"Well this is great, I feel the need to celebrate." she smiled.

"Well celebrate with me." he said out of the ordinary.

"excuse me."

"Let me take you to dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Are you going to question everything I say?"

"How am I supposed to trust you."

He walked up closer, placing his lips to her ear, she could feel his hot breath.

"Trust me." He whispered. From that day on she did, meeting Craig was the most wonderful thing to ever happen to her. He had brought her from the bottom back up to the top, nobody had ever made her feel that way, and in someway it was like Ron was back. Like Ron, Craig was stubborn, and silly, and clever, in his own way. She fell in love with him. But there was one thing missing, he wasn't Ron.