A/N: Hey! This is my first Dramione fic so please be gentle. This is a whole lot different to what I am used to writing.

First off, this is not a songfic. I repeat: NOT a song fic. And it is in no way related to Miley Cyrus or her song of the same title. I don't even like her.

Secondly, I looked up this location on the map which is by the way a small rural area, but I totally used my imagination (I admit, not a very good one) in describing the place.

Lastly, I do not own anything from Harry Potter.

Hermione Granger was walking around her new cottage, making sure that everything was in its right place. She had unpacked all her stuff yesterday, excited to start her new life. She forced a smile after seeing all of her belongings in order, but despite having a feeling of accomplishment for having turned that simple cottage into something she would definitely call home, she couldn't deny the heaviness she felt in her heart. This was her new life now but no matter how much she keeps telling herself that, a part of her would always long for the comfortable and constant life she had left behind.

She wasn't having doubts or anything, but it was an impulsive decision to just pack up and leave. Her decision that time just seemed so right. She had to-no, needed to get away.

Seven years had passed since the fall of Voldemort and since then the wizarding world had gradually repaired itself. It was far from perfect, but it was a better world. Wizards and witches no longer lived in fear of the darkness for the light gave hope for tomorrow. Blood purity had no longer been an issue, at least to some families and there was unity again.

Hermione poured herself a cup of tea in the kitchen and sighed deeply as the last seven years played in her mind. She was staring blankly outside the window, remembering the reason why she had left in the first place.

After the war, Hermione opted to continue her studies in the University to become a healer while Harry and Ron started to train as Aurors. Ron and Hermione had started seeing each other even though they both had busy schedules. They were happy and it was everything that Hermione thought it would be. She was in love. She had liked Ron for years, but it was only after the war that they had started dating. It was wonderful at first, a welcomed change from all the Voldemort drama they had during their Horgwarts years. But as the relationship continued to develop, Hermione couldn't help but notice it breaking down. It was going nowhere and they had broken up and gotten back together a couple of times. They simply were too different from the other and their priorities weren't at all in the same wavelength. Despite everything, Hermione believed that she loved Ron that she would take him back every time he came crawling back to her. And their relationship was on and off in those seven years.

But last week, something happened that finally made Hermione leave Ron for good. Without thinking it through, she handed in her request at St. Mungo's to be transferred, cleaned out her flat and left without even saying goodbye. Impulsive, right? She had sent letters to her parents, telling them not to worry and that she would write to them as much as she can. She also sent Harry a letter telling him not go off looking for her and that she would explain everything when she was ready. Right now she just needed some time to herself.

And that was how she ended up here in this quaint, little town in New Zealand. Her request for transfer was approved and she was sent here to work in a small clinic that was a branch of St. Mungo's.

Hermione finished her tea and started to shake her head from the unpleasant thoughts that threatened to ruin her afternoon. She placed her teacup on the sink and decided to explore and get to know the town.

"This will be a whole new adventure." She said to herself as she walked out the cottage.

The weather that day was perfect; sunny and breezy. Hermione started walking on the dirt path to the main part of this little town as the wind blew through her soft, wavy hair that formed ringlets at the end. She had long controlled her curly bush of a hair and now loved how it framed her heart shaped face. She got out an elastic and pulled it up into a messy ponytail.

This was actually a very small rural town called Clevedon with a population of 2,149that housed both muggles and wizards (unknown to muggles, of course). It seemed like a very peaceful town and Hermione could definitely get used to this. This new environment was totally different from the busy streets of London and that was just the kind of change that she needed. Trees were everywhere, hills, mountains, meadows and even a lake at the far end of town. It was a beautiful sight, a breath of fresh air that she didn't know she missed.

Her first stop was the clinic where she was supposed to work. This clinic treated both muggles and wizards and that is why she was sent to this place specifically. Since wizards and muggles co-exist in this little town, they needed muggle-borns to facilitate the place because they also have knowledge of muggle conditions and illnesses.

The bell rang, signaling that someone had entered. The redhead on the other side of the counter looked up and Hermione smiled. She was instantly reminded of Ginny because of her firey red hair, but there was something about her that reminded Hermione about someone else. She looked familiar, but Hermione couldn't quite place her. She decided that she was probably just imagining things.

"Hi! My name's Eva. How can I help you?" She gave a sweet smile and extended her hand.

"Hello, I'm Hermione Granger and-"

"Yes, you're the new healer!" She said excitedly and went over the counter to stand in front of Hermione and shake her hand. She had nothing but admiration for the brunette.

"We are so honored to have a war heroine work with us. Though I am quite baffled as to why you would prefer working in this nowhere town when you could very well work in a better, more advanced facility maybe somewhere in Paris?"

"I actually quite like it here."

"Well, that's good. If you like it here, then maybe the rest of the wizarding world would finally notice this town. Nobody even knows where this is on the map! Anyway, welcome aboard!"

"Great! So when do I start?"

"It isn't very busy here so why don't you get settled in, get acquainted with the town and you could start sometime this week?"

"That would be great, Eva. Thanks."

"I'll see you around, Hermione."

Hermione continued her tour of the little town. She walked a while, passing by the General Store and the Cemetery when she saw the Library. Sure, granted that it was smaller than the library she was used to in London, but it still had books. Although she wanted to check it out, she decided to come back later when she had finished her little exploration.

She reached the open market and was delighted to see that this was where most of the people hung out. It seemed like a busy place, kids running around and chasing after dogs, chickens and even a sheep or two. There were a line of mini establishments that were mostly food stalls that opened to the area where you could find chairs and tables on the street. It all seemed like a very large gathering of friends, a picnic if you may. It looked like everybody knew each other since it was just a small town and Hermione was looking forward to be part of this town.

Hermione was trying to look at everything, everywhere at the same time. She wanted to take everything in, to integrate herself into it. She was getting dizzy, but she didn't care because for the first time, she didn't have a care in the world. She continued to spin in her place when she caught a glimpse of platinum blonde hair that was sorely sticking out of the crowd. She had only known of one person with that hair and she hasn't seen him in years. In fact, no one even knew where he was.

'No! It couldn't be!'

She sifted through the crowd in search of him, but it seems like he had vanished just as he had appeared. Maybe she was just seeing things, a trick of the light.

'Of course, I'm seeing things. There is no way that he would be here, especially here. Silly me.'

Before she could fully comprehend what was happening, she was knocked to the ground by a hairy beast that was licking her face like there was no tomorrow. She shut her eyes and tried to fend off the dog with her arms when she heard its master.

"Celine! Down girl!" Hermione could feel the dog being pulled off of her, but she kept her eyes closed as she felt all eyes on her. She felt embarrassed to say the least.

"Are you okay?" She heard Celine's owner say. She slowly opened her eyes and saw his outstretched hand. Before she took it, she looked up only to meet his beautiful stormy-gray eyes. She gasped as he pulled her up. Hermione's eyes widened as realization dawned in on her concerning the man holding her hand.

"Malfoy?" She stared at him in disbelief.

"Do I know you?" He asked, confusion evident on his gorgeous face.

A/N: So what do you guys think? I was so excited when I got the idea to write this, but it kinda came out boring. Anyway, please don't forget to review :)