AN: First story up. It was inspired after watching Mamma Mia 2 and honestly, I do not regret a thing. As always, I do not own the characters, the book, the Wizarding World of Harry Potter - All is thank to the amazing JK Rowling. Enjoy folks, let me know what you think through reviews!


Chapter 1

"You always knew how to make an entrance"

In light of the new year, the trio are sitting in a booth; drinking and laughing without a care. Just imagine for a moment that scene; worry lines from the distress of a war smoothed out by the thick, salty air, their smiles beaming as bright as the island sun and their bodies at ease. The ocean breeze cools their sweat covered bodies, the smell of the salt roams in the air and the melodic hum of the music playing in the background puts their souls at ease. A certain beat catches the ear of the spectacled friend and his head perks up staring to his frizzy haired friend, who responds with a knowing smile while sipping on her cold beer.

"What?" The ginger asks looking between the two.

"Mione, you've got to sing!"

"Harry, I can't!"

"Sing what?"

"Ron, this is – "Harry is cut off by crescendo of the riff and immediately gets up, pulling up Hermione with him, leaving behind a confused Ron. She does not struggle from Harry's insistence, but just laughs at his antics.

"Strangers, waiting. Up and down the boulevard their shadows searching in the niiighht."

Harry's smooth voice booms through the pub as he bee lines towards the stage. His voice catches the attention of others in the pub as they watch the man dance around to the music and belting out the notes. Ron rolls his eyes at the ridiculousness of the sight, but gives in with a casual shrug, chugs back his beer and joins them regardless.

"Some were born to sing the blues!" Harry grabs the microphone and throws one to Hermione, who is full heartedly laughing at the scene. Harry gestures to Hermione egging her to continue on with the song,

"It goes on and on and on!"

As soon as Hermione's voice projects through the room, everyone is silenced with a pleasant shock. Her voice set a forest fire through the crowd and as she keeps singing they are drawn to her spark. When she sings, you could tell that nothing is holding her back and she sings with her whole soul.

"Hiding somewhere in the niggghhhttttttt!" The pair created a perfect harmony, balancing each other out, with the fire in her voice and the smooth, velvet sound of his.

As she belts out, the crowd goes absolutely wild for her, "Don't stop believing, hold on to that feeeeling, streetlight, people, Oooohhhh!"

The moment she holds that note unwavering, everyone, including Ron and Harry, are mesmerized, and the crowd erupts with joy in response. She starts dancing across stage, hair flying everywhere, her smile wider than her face and her voice never tiring. Ron and Harry cheering her on louder than anyone in the crowd. The feel of being on stage, the sound of the crowd and the heat from dancing, absolutely thrilled Hermione. There is not a single person in that pub that did not know that.

The song ends and Hermione is breathless on stage. A hue of a blush across her freckled cheeks, sweat sticking her hair to her face and a small breathless laugh escaping her grin. Everyone at the pub breaks out to a cheer and she bows to the them and sends kisses before making her way to her friends.

"That was amazing Mione!" Ron says.

"Oh well, you know, a few lessons here and there." Hermione replies, flipping her hair, "Let's go home boys." She throws her arms over their shoulders and the three walk out into the sweet night of a small Greek island.

The three decided to escape together after the war, temporarily at first, but it has been a year since their departure. They waited around though, stayed a little bit to help rebuild the Wizarding World of England. Helped capture stray Death Eaters across the UK. Though, eventually, the stress mounted, the fear never ebbed and they were aging faster than their minds and body could keep up with.

They found this small island on the edge of Greece by accident while researching the whereabouts of a death eater – it was quant and blissful, and it gave them exactly what they needed, peace. So they came back. The three took over an old abandoned farm house and rebuilt it from the ground up and created a home for themselves, somewhere safe. It was an array of sky blue, white and yellow! In their little home, Harry would play joyful verses on the piano, Ron would strum his guitar mindlessly and you could always hear Hermione's sweet voice filling up the air. They were happy there, living with no worries or fears – besides of the spiders, there were an awful amount of spiders, too many for Ron's poor heart.

In the soft light of the island sun, the rays peer through Hermione's sheer curtains, warming her body, urging her to wake up. The hum of Ron and Harry's duet plays gently in the background and she finds herself humming to the tune. Her feet pad through the hallway and downstairs to meet the boys. She comes up from behind and wraps her arm around Harry's shoulder before leaning her head on his, letting her messy curls fall down his shoulders.

"Someday I wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney top
That's where you'll find me

Oh, somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
And the dreams that you dare to
Why oh, why can't I?"

"Breakfast?" Ron peeps.

"I'll get the oranges then." Hermione suggests.

"You should probably put pants on." Harry adds.

"There's no one here who will see my indecencies."

"There's us." Ron states obviously and Hermione scoffs at him.

"Okay there, I'll listen to you when I do not find you in the stables shagging someone." Ron lets out a dramatic, exasperated sigh and Harry chuckles.

"That happened once! And what about Harry? He was found butt naked on the lawn on morning!"

"Hey! I was drunk!"

"I'm going to state this, my indecencies are bare minimal compared to you boys. You lot are savages." She states before leaving the farm.

Hermione walks through the field, grazing by the tall flowers with the tips of her fingers and her being feeling at calm by the rawness of the island. She goes up to the orange tree and starts climbing up the bark, like she has many times in the past. Hook hand to the left, place right foot in crevice and left on flat part 45 degrees away. Hermione continues on with her menial tasks not noticing a figure approaching her from behind. She reaches for the last one, frustratingly out of her reach, she stretches her body across the bark, and then a deep voice appears.

"Granger?"

She knows that voice…. far too well, but she can't seem to place it right now, but she knows it does not belong to the boys. Panic starts to sink in and she falls off the tree, landing on her arse on the ground. Looking up, the sun is blinding her, so through her dainty fingers she sees a figure leaning over with a smirk. Her vision starts to adjust and the sight above her starts to clear…Oh fuck.

"Malfoy?!"