A/N Hello fellow fans of Dramione 3
I just want to let you guys know how thrilled I am to have this fanfic be my first on . I have written a few other fics but I find this story to be the most intriguing. I actually have written the rest of this story, but I'm still doing some editing before I post.
Few things you have to know before you read:
-I'm not the best at editing, so if you see a mistake please point it out and I will do my best to fix it for you guys.
-This takes place about 3 years after the war.
-There is some adult content so please be aware for all you young readers that usually read mature content.
-Now please don't make me feel bad about this, but I haven't actually read ALL the books, but I am in the process of finishing them. (Don't hate me :'()
-Harry is not actually mentioned that often just because I feel we already know so much about him and it is just unnecessary to include him (Sorry Harry, love ya)
-I don't know what else to put here so one with the story!
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Chapter 1:
People bustled through the halls and rushed into elevators as the Ministry worked nonstop. Green flames arose in each Floo station as people appeared from the ashes. Each had a goal for the day and set out to do it.
Everyone except for one Hermione Granger, who walked out of the Ministry of Magic and into the green flames. Her form quickly disappeared and reappeared in her flat in Wizarding London.
She swung the suitcase on top of her coffee table and collapsed on her couch after a long day at work. After countless hours of working, she was finally able to take her well-deserved vacation. After all, her wedding day was fast approaching.
She sat up and gazed upon the moving picture of her two best friends and herself at Hogwarts. She missed the days of adventure and free will, but the life she had now was one you wouldn't forget.
The days of war had ended and peace spread throughout the wizarding world. No longer did she have to turn her back every time she felt a strange presence, no longer did she have to sleep with the light on, not anymore.
Although the war left many of them emotionally scarred, time was able to heal those wounds. The ones they lost would never be forgotten, but they wouldn't want them to carry the burden of their loss.
The healing process was well-assisted by the comfort of her fiance- soon to be husband, Ronald Weasley.
They had formally started their relationship a few weeks after the final battle and was able to progress into something more serious. Hermione would never forget the day he proposed, especially since Molly could not stop taking pictures.
Her life was perfect, and she wasn't afraid to admit that.
The school library was her sanctuary. It allowed her to escape from the events revolving around her life and give her what she wanted, normalcy.
She sat in her favorite alcove in the corner, farthest away from the rest of the students who were usually there. But considering it was night, not many were there.
As she read her book, a slight tickling sensation crossed upon her knee.
She couldn't hold in her laugh as she lowered the book.
Only to look into the eyes of—
Hermione jumped out of bed, sweat glistening from her forehead.
Another forgotten dream.
Dreams like these seemed to happen a lot, and always with one other person. But who? She could never remember who it was. Those eyes, if only she could remember who they belonged to.
She moved back onto her bed and laid back on her pillow.
She tried to sleep, but something was keeping her. As much as she denied it, she couldn't sleep as comfortably as she used to. She closed her eyes and desperately tried to recapture those forgotten eyes.
Her neck ached in the uncomfortable position she slept in last night, she rubbed her neck as she approached the open door of the burrow.
Molly paced back and forth as Ginny sat calmly on the couch.
"There is so much to do and so little time! We can't do it! It just can't be done!" Molly shrieked.
"Mum, calm down, it's alright. The wedding is in 3 weeks, that is plenty of..." Ginny explained.
Molly continued, "Time?! There is no time!"
Ginny then noticed Hermione standing at the door and said, "Oh good, you're here," she walked over to her with a stack of swatch boards and papers and said, "You handle her."
Hermione nearly fell at the weight of the packages she had just dropped into her hands. Ginny ran back up the stairs before she could rebut.
With a heavy sigh, Hermione walked towards her soon to be mother in law and helped her pick tablecloths for the big day.
"Ah, thank you deary. I guess that sorts everything out." Molly said calmly as she looked over the arrangement Hermione just made.
"You're welcome. Don't worry, everything will go as planned."'
As Molly gazed in wonder at the assortments Hermione had laid out, Hermione wandered upstairs and bumped right into her beloved.
His red hair and goofy grin was comforting and nice. Often times she would think about the times when they were little. Oh, how things change so quickly.
"Ron! Hi!"
"Hello, love. You helping mum with the planning?"
"Yes, I just made the arrangements."
"Great, I'm on my way to meet Harry at the Quidditch pitch. Want to join us?"
"I would, but your mum probably needs more help here."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, you always are."
She smiled at this regular phrase and held his hand in a loving way. She wanted him to look at her lovingly. She wanted him to hold her and kiss her, but he hasn't done that since the final battle.
No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't get him to say those three words.
"Bye!" he said quickly as he raced down the stairs and flooed away.
With yet another heavy sigh, she returned to the living room and continued the preparations.