Bit of a random story this one...But I fancied reading something with this paring and found that nothing of it's kind existed, so I am making one :D
Be warned, rated M for a reason (Some slight Romione bashing here, but not a lot as it is one of my fave ships :) ), I have also changed the timeline...Everything is pretty much as it was (unless stated differently) but is moved forward in time.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Doctor Who or Harry Potter...To think otherwise is just plain silly.
Hermione Granger was a strange woman...
The knowledge of a Ravenclaw,
The cunning of a Slytherin
The bravery of a Gryffindor
The loyalty of a Hufflepuff
She was the perfect woman, with any and every quality a man or woman could wish to posses. She had been away from Hogwarts for 7 years, single and trying to live her life.
The seven years of work and adventure with Ron and Harry had given her a lifetime of excitement (her own words). She just wanted to be a normal twenty-something, who lived on Pot Noodle, talked to her cat and spent her nights either with friends, reading her beloved books or out walking to clear her head.
Usually her walks consisted of painful memories. One of the most prominent, her first kiss with a certain Ronald Weasley. Ron soon lost interest in Hermione after the rebuilding of Hogwarts, he became engrossed with the various fangirls flooding the corridors. (To date he had taken the virginity of 23 girls, dated 15 of them and slept with a further 19)...This was when Hermione found where Ron's loyalties lay.
Harry had gone on to pursue his career as an Auror. He was due to start officially at the Ministry in three weeks time.
Hermione, however, had gone back to the Muggle World. During her summer holidays she had taken up Muggle Studies at Oxford University, in way of a back up plan...You know, just in case things didn't work out in the Wizarding World.
After studying Law and Philosophy, Hermione took on a job contract at a law firm called "Thomas, Alderton, Rickman, Dale & Ingram Solicitors" in the South End of London.
She'd even managed to get herself a one bedroom flat for herself and Crookshanks. It was simple enough, a good sized bedroom, a bathroom with a shower and toilet and an open plan kitchen/living room. The decor was very simplistic, magnolia walls in the kitchen, living room and bathroom with red accessories in the bathroom and a mixture of purples and blues in the living room and kitchen.
The bedroom however was a whole other story. The walls were a dusty caramel colour, with a gold banner running around the center of the room. The were deep red curtains either side of the wide window, the curtains were long and cascaded into a bloody pool on the floor.
Her walls were littered with pictures of friends and family along with framed certificates from Uni. Cherry wood drawers sat in the corner filled with clothes, the top was covered in perfume bottles, make up and various hair gels and mousses.
The bed was a cherry-wood double divan. Her covers varied from scarlet with an ornate gold trim and a chestnut brown cover with cream swirls and leaves trailing up the side. She said that her bedroom had to feel warm and cosy, somewhere you wanted to rest and stay.
I know this is an awkward place to stop, but it makes the story flow a little better in the next chapter...Which is right here :)
