Chapter 1: Old friends.
The Golden Trio had broken up three years after they graduated from Hogwarts and Voldemort was finally defeated. Only one person could really tell why it happened but she had been missing since that fateful night.
Flashback
"To us!" Harry yelled, holding up his glass.
"And to the end of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!" Ron added, clinking his glass with Harry's.
The both took a drink, Harry, all the while, staring over the rim of his glass. As soon as he swallowed he said, "Hey, Ron, 12 o'clock. Girl checking you out."
Ron turned around and looked at where Harry was staring. There was a skinny, tall, blonde girl dancing in the middle of the dance floor. And just as Harry said, she was staring at Ron.
"Go talk to her," Harry insisted.
He stood up and walked up to her, throwing out his best lines.
Harry glanced over to Hermione on the next stool. Her arms were crossed across her chest and she was scowling.
"What's with you, Hermione?" He asked, giving a concerned look.
"Nothing, I'm fine," she muttered stiffly.
"You don't seem fine," he replied.
"I said I'm fine, Harry, just drop it."
"Okay, whatever, chill out. We're supposed to be celebrating."
Harry's words fell flat to Hermione's ears. All that mattered to her was that Ron was on the dance floor with that woman.
After five minutes, she couldn't take it. She got up from her stool and marched up to Ron.
"Hermione?" He asked, confused to why she was standing there. He noticed the tears in her eyes. "Are you okay?"
She just shook her head before slapping him across the face. She spun around and ran out of the club as fast as her legs could carry her.
Ron ran after her, finally catching up to her a block away from the club. "Hermione!" He shouted.
"What?" She screamed, tears streaming down her face.
"What is going on?"
"I can't talk to you about it! I can't talk to anyone about it!" She started running again, turning a corner, out of Ron's sight. When he turned the corner, it was too late, she was gone.
End of flashback.
The 22-year-old Ronald Weasley walked into Minerva McGonagall's office, sitting down in a chair across from her. "Just like old times, huh, Professor?" He joked.
She smirked. "Ronald, we're co-workers, call me Minvera," she replied.
He gave her a timid look. "That seems a little weird considering I've called you Professor my whole life."
"Anyways, welcome to the team. The annual sorting ceremony is tonight so you will meet the other professors then. You may go."
He stood, walking out of her office and into the great hall. He watched as one of the other professors was bringing in the new students for the sorting ceremony which would be starting shortly.
"Hello," the professor said, "I'm Professor Granger, I will be your transfiguration teacher."
Professor Granger? Ron thought. He stepped towards them. "Granger?" He asked. "Hermione Granger?"
"Yes," she replied, looking towards him. "May I help you?"
"It's me, Ron Weasley."
A smile spread across her face and she locked him in a hug. "Ron! I haven't heard from you in years!"
"You're one to talk. You disappeared three years ago."
"Yeah, I started working here."
He paused, looking her over. "Wow, Hermione, you look exactly the same."
She smiled up at him. "Yeah, you…" She held up a hand and touched his face, feeling out all his features. "Too," she finished, dropping her hand.
His smile faltered. "Hermione… Are you-"
"Blind? Yes."
AN: Okay, this is my first HP fic so cut me a break but still be brutally honest. Please R&R!
