Author's Note: This story is dedicated to my friends Lu Mezenga, who encouraged me to write it and Stefanie, who was the inspiration for my OC. I own anything, all rights go to J.K. Rolling. Read it, enjoy it and review it! :)

Chapter 1: News

"Stefanie, is there anybody else on the waiting room?" Hermione asked one of the nurses.

"No, Dr. Granger. You can go home. You need to rest, ok? Life is not only about work," Stefanie said.

"I know, that's why I'm going home now," Hermione replied smiling to her friend.

"By the way, Dr. Collins asked you to pass by his office before you go," the 25 year-old nurse said grinning.

"Do you know what he wants?" Hermione asked.

"No, but I would do anything he asks me. He's so hot. I still can't believe you turned down his invite to dinner three months ago. What's wrong with you?" Stefanie mocked.

"There is nothing wrong with me. If you like him so much, why don't you ask him out?" Hermione replied laughing.

"Because I can't act like a slut. One day, he just won't be able to resist my charm," Hermione laughed again. "Will you please tell me what he wanted with you?"

"Sure," Hermione replied and left to her boss office.

Before she could get to his door, Hermione saw Harry and Ginny walking towards the exit of the hospital.

"Ginny!" Hermione shouted walking towards them "Harry!"

They turned to Hermione and they both smiled. It had been 10 years since the war. Ginny had married Harry and they both were working as aurors. Ron was working with them too. Hermione had followed another path. She had become a medwitch and as it was already expected, she was one of the best medwitches of the Wizarding World. Hermione was working at a private hospital and it was her name that attracted so many patients there.

"Hermione!" Ginny said hugging her. "It had been ages since we had seen you."

"You saw me last week, Ginny. Don't be such a drama queen," Hermione replied hugging Harry. "So, how's everything?"

"Everything is fine. You seem tired, Hermione. Have you spent the night in the hospital again?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, I have some unstable patients. I had to stay to watch them. But I'm almost leaving. I have the afternoon free today," Hermione replied.

"At least you're going home now. You work too much, Hermione. Mum asked about you. She wants you at the Burrow on Sunday for lunch. Every member of the Weasley family must be there and that includes you, as you're already part of the family. There is no excuse. Mom told me she'll drag you there by your hair if you don't come."

"Don't worry. Sunday is my day off. I was going to read my new book but as you asked so nicely, I'll go, ok?" Hermione smiled.

"Politeness is one of my marking trace," Ginny smirked and they all laughed.

"And how are the kids?" Hermione asked.

"They are great. I never thought I would see so many diapers in front of me," Harry answered. "Teddy tries to help when he stays with us, but we know he doesn't have much patience. He's only nine after all."

"Well, I think we're going to see many more diapers from now on, darling. We just got out of the gynecologist and it seems that James and Albus Severus are going to get a new brother or sister," Ginny said smiling.

"Are you serious?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, we're so happy!" Harry answered.

"Congratulations!" Hermione hugged them again.

"We're celebrating it today. I'm making dinner to tell Ron and the kids. Can you come over tonight?" Ginny said.

"Sure, I'll come by," she replied.

"Ok, see you later then," Harry said and they left.

Hermione turned around and went to her boss's office. Dr. Maximillian Collins was a very important man on the Wizarding World even though he was only 31 years old. He was a rich doctor that used almost all his money searching the cures for some awful diseases that haunted the magical world. After he created some painless cures, he created a big chain of hospitals all over Europe. As soon as he knew that the great Hermione Granger had become a medwitch, he didn't stop until she was on his staff. Dr. Collins was a very handsome man and he could be very persuasive if he wanted to.

Hermione opened his door and saw her boss writing desperately on a piece of parchment.

"Excuse me, Dr. Collins," she said shyly.

"Come on in, Hermione. Sit please," he looked at her and smiled.

"Stefanie said you wanted to talk to me," she said sitting in front of him.

"Yes, indeed. I need you to come on Sunday for the afternoon shift,"

"I'm sorry, Dr. Collins, but that's my day off. I've got plans already. I can come on Saturday afternoon instead if you want."

"As you are my best doctor, I'll agree with your proposition, but you have to accept that dinner invitation I made three months ago," he smiled.

"Ok, thank you very much, Dr. Collins," she got up.

"Call me Max, Hermione. We're friends. There is no need for formalities. I'll pick you up Saturday, at eight. Dress something formal," he smiled at her again.

"Saturday at eight seems good. I'll wait for you then," she was almost at the door. "Thank you again, Dr… I mean, Max."

Hermione stepped out of the room and apparated to her flat. It was a penthouse of a simple three floors building. For someone who lived alone like Hermione, it was perfect. It was small but it was cozy and it had the perfect illumination for reading. One of the two rooms became a small office where Hermione worked and kept all her books. The flat was located on a good Wizarding neighborhood, but it was filled with muggle things. Before moving to this flat, Hermione was living with Ron in a small house. After the war, they started dating and everything seemed wonderful until Hermione caught him with another girl on their bed. Hermione left him and spent a year and a half without even looking at him. Five years after what happened, their friendship was restored, but they weren't as close as they used to be. Even though Hermione didn't feel anything for Ron anymore, she got really sad when she found out a few months before that Ron got engaged to the same girl. Her name was Alana and it took less than a week for her to move in with him after Hermione left. Hermione never thought she would meet someone as shallow and superficial as her, which meant that Hermione couldn't stand her and in a couple of months she would be dragged to their wedding.

The medwitch took a shower and lay on her bed to rest until it was time to go to Harry's place.

A few hours later, her alarm clock woke her up. Hermione got changed and apparated at her friend street. It was a little after the sunset and there were some children playing around the street. The neighborhood belonged to the Wizarding World, so the children were playing with magical toys. However, only one of them caught Hermione's attention, because the little boy seemed really familiar to her. The blonde boy was flying on a broom magically set not to fly over 4 feet from the ground. He was laughing and enjoying his toy, but suddenly he lost balance and fell off the broom. The boy started crying when he saw his knee bleeding. Hermione ran to him and kneeled in front of him.

"Hey, don't cry, it's just a scratch. I'm a medwitch. I'll take care of your injury. What's your name?" Hermione said healing his knee and cleaning the blood with a spell.

"I'm Scorpius, thank you Miss," he looked at her.

Hermione smiled at him and tried to think why those blue eyes were so familiar to her.

"Scorpius, are you ok, son?" a man spoke kneeling by Hermione's side.

"I'm fine, dad. This lady healed my scratch!" The boy said smiling like the accident never happened.

"Thank you, Miss," the man looked at Hermione and she finally recognized him.

"I never thought I would hear you say thank you, especially to me, Malfoy," Hermione finally said.