(Well, like I said before on the summary, it's my first fic. But I want to read what you really think about it. Please tell me if the conversations are too long, if you think the story is too common or something. I will only continue if I get reviews... and, of course, if someone likes it. Also, forgive the spelling and grammar errors... I'm good in english but not perfect. :D Thanks, Ju.)

"Ouch!"

"Careful there, darling."

"I'm Okay."

"Sure you are..."

Hermione was groping in the dark to find at least a wall when she hit her foot hard on the bedpost. It was going worse than she expected. Finally, she found her dress and her shoes and was out the door without even saying a word to that unknown guy she had just slept with. Yeah, it was going far worse than she expected.

She was now twenty seven and had not even a clue of a relationship at sight. Of course, as everyone kept pointing out incesantly, she had changed – a lot – in these ten years since school. From the shy best-friend-of-the-chosen-one girl, she had become a confident head-of-the-Department-Of-Magical-Law-Enforcement woman. Sure she still kept in touch with Harry, but not so much with Ron.

Arriving home, Hermione thought that maybe it was about time she stopped going out all night and going home with some guy almost every time. Not that she was a "whore" or anything. She chose rather well who she went home with, she just didn't know much about the guy before going home with him. Like there is a difference, she told herself. Taking a shower, she started to remember, as it always happened after a night out, about these glorious five years after the last year at Hogwarts and after the war was over. It was the happiest time of her life and she was sure it was also great for her long-almost-forgotten friends. She dated Ron for that period and it all started to fall down after they broke up. They thought they could handle the friendship after it was all over but it just didn't happen. Their relationship ended because of, suprisingly, Ron's jealousy. He was quite an easy-going guy in the beggining but, as Hermione got more beautiful, the jealous part of Ron surfaced. She couldn't talk to anyone and he would get agressive. Hermione didn't care much, really. Until it got ugly...

"What were you talking to him?"

"I don't know... We were just catching up."

"Catching what up? You didn't even talk to him back at school!", Ron said, starting to feel his ears burning and getting red. He didn't exactly know why he got so worked up over these little things... he just did.

"Come on, Ron... He just got engaged and he was telling me about it and- "

"Oh, he got engaged?! Big deal! Since when does that stop someone from flirting with a beautiful girl?"

"Ron, for God's sake, he wasn't flirting with me!"

"No? Than why was he touching your hair like that?"

"He noticed that my hair was different that it was back at school... Honestly, you're being ridiculous!"

"I'm being ridiculous?? Ask Harry if he could let any guy keep touching Ginny's hair... Just ask him!"

"I'm not going to ask him that!"

"Why not? Are you affraid of what he might answer? I'm so sick of you winding guys up like that!"

"Where did you get the idea that I'm winding guys up? You're so bloody ridiculous, Ron!" , Hermione said, starting to loose her grip.

"Shut up! Quit calling me ridiculous! You're the ridiculous one that can't settle down with only me. You can be such a slut sometimes." – Ron finished with an angry and defying look in his eyes.

SLAP! Without even thinking straight, Hermione slapped Ron like she had never slapped anyone before. She was shocked but relieved at the same time. She was longing to do that for quite some time.

"I can't believe you just slapped me!"

"You deserved it! Don't ever call me a slut again!". And she stormed out of the bar leaving Ron with an angry face and a lot of heads turning. As it turns out, Ron was having an affair. She found out when she was coming home one night and she heard a strange noise coming from upstairs. Then, as she was going up the stairs, she heard a giggle... a woman's giggle. And as she opened the door, she found Ron on top of some girl... And the rest is all a blur in her head. At the thought of that memory, she slammed the bathroom door with all her power, making a bruise in her hand. It had been five years, but is still hurt to know she was cheated on. As Harry told her afterwards when she asked him, as Ron was having an affair he, in his twisted little mind (as Hermione pointed out to herself later), thought that she would be having one too. That's why he was so aggressively jealous.

Hermione got off the shower and got dressed. Her head and her hand still hurting like hell, but she didn't have the time to make a hangover potion or heal it... she had to go to work.

"Going out in the middle of the week... Very wise of me!", she said to herself as she was locking the apartment door.

When she got to the Ministry, she noticed something: she hadn't seen Harry for months now... And that really chocked her. When she started working there, she saw Harry almost everyday, as he was an Auror. And now, it had been so long since she saw him for the last time. She thought about asking Ginny, who she hadn't seen in a while either, but they at least wrote letters to each other, every once in a while.

She took the elevator and as it stopped at the floor of the Department of Mysteries, that night in their fifth year came back to her like it hadn't in years. She was really nostalgic today, she thought to herself. She started thinking about everything they had been through, every room in that department, every jinx and curse she had to scape from... And then, Hermione thought about Sirius. They never really came to know what was that veil. Where did Sirius really go? She sure missed him, although they weren't very close... But it never stopped her from looking up to him. She remembered, like it was just the other day, the look is his face when he saw Harry for the first time in months, when he was on the run. Sirius looked so full of life, even though he had been trapped in a room in the Black's house for so long. His dark eyes felt so hopeful, so loving... God, she thought to herself, she was too nostalgic today.

"Maybe I should found Harry and talk to him...", she said out loud, receiving a scared look from a little old witch who was in the elevator.

She arrived at the office and began working like she always did, but she couldn't get Harry and Sirius out of her head. It was very weird because he hadn't thought about Harry in months and she hadn't thought about Sirius in years.

As the day went by, she made arrangements with some girl in the office to go out that night.

"Are you sure you wanna party tonight? You look so tired!", Kate said, some girl she never really paid attention to.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I just want to get my mind off of things."

"Some people told me you really took your mind off of things last night with some guy...", the girl said with a suspicious grin in her face.

"How do you people know so much around here?", Hermione said, starting to get nervous.

"Calm down! Some people were in the same club you were at and they told me. That's it!", but the last words were said to the back of Hermione's head as she walked away.

So she got out that night, even though something was telling her she shouldn't. However, she decided to ignore everything that wasn't alcohol that night.

When she got home, around three am, drunk but alone, she found a note glued to the door:

"Hermione,

I came to surprise you tonight but you weren't home. You'll never guess who I brought to see you. Unfortunately, I guess we'll have to see you another day, right? Owl me, please.

Harry"

She read the "You'll never guess who I brought to see you" part a thousand times... Even drunk and almost unconscious, she thought that is was really strange...

"It cannot be who I think it is... It's just impossible!", she said to herself for the fifth time, stripping off her black dress and putting on comfortable pants and a shirt. As she lay on the bed, the last thing she thought about in her alcohol clouded mind before blacking out, was Sirius.