Okay people. My last fic got no reviews and I am sad. Please let this one ave a few. Please?okay story time.

"Harry, what are doing?" Hermione Granger said warily to one of her best friends, who looked as though he might hurt something with the concoction he was brewing.

"I don't know. I was trying to make some wolfs bane for Remus but…." He dropped off his sentence and gestured to the gunk in his pot. "I mean, two years out of Hogwarts and I still can't brew a god damn potion without you."

"Well, you are very close to making a potion that could make a magical person lose their magic." She walked over and stood next to him, "You need to add a little sea based salt to even out the mustard seed and some basil to…what?" she noticed the way he was looking at her.

"You know this is where you're supposed to be. You love cooking! Why can't you just-"

"Harry, we've had this discussion. Yes, I love cooking, but cooking doesn't come with benefits. Like yours and everyones hospital bills. I have to work a Gringotts. You know that. You can't get a job, with your reputation and Ron, well, he's Ron." She sighed.

"But you aren't following your dreams!" He almost yelled.

Hermione sighed again and patted her friends cheek, "Harry, a dreams only a dream if it never comes true. If it does, it was never a dream in the first place. You know that. Harry I love you, but you can be daft sometimes." Hermione lightly smacked the side of her friends head, lighting the mood. "I should get to town soon. We're low on food and supplies. Could you go around and see if anyone needs anything? I can paint some more lemon drops on Dumbledores painting. Thank you, I'll be in my room."

Hermione walked to her room at number twelve Grimmauld Place. She was now almost twenty and had barely changed. She still had a bushy brown hair, but now she put it in a loose bun, out of her way. She still had her mud colored eyes and immaculate teeth for having dentists for parents. She was barely five foot five inches. She had a trim figure, a few extra pounds, but she didn't really care.

She could normally be found in neutral colors. Browns, tans and greens. Noting very eye catching. She wore a little eye liner and mascara every now and then, but that was about it. Her one fetish though, were earings. She had to have a pair on, always. Even when she slept.

She stepped lightly into the room she shared with her significant other, Remus. Crookshanks mewed softly at the sight of her. Hermione scratched her familiars ears and went to the closet, searching for her coat.

Fianally, finding it, she put it on the light brown leather and went back down stairs. She sat down on one of the over stuffed couches and starred at the barren fireplace.

Harry lightly touched her shoulder, making her jump. He mumbled a sorry and handed her a strip of paper. She said her thanks and opened her bag, placing the paper safely in her wallet, and left through the front door.

She quietly made her way to the grocery store, deciding on taking a walk, she hugged the small coat around her tighter. The street wasn't incredibly packed, but she occasionally brushed past someone. So she kept her eyes ahead of her and kept walking.

She suddenly fely a strong, sharp tug on her shoulder and her purse slipped off. She turned to get it, but only saw the back of a person running quite quickly clutching her purse. Without thinking, Hermione tore off, running after him.

She ran after him for almost eleven blocks and he took a sharp turn down a back alley. Still she kept after him, but was only met with a wall. She stared blankly at the wall. Her words choked in her throat.

"Kind of careless, weren't you, Mudblood? That's how all of you muggleborns think. No wait, none of you think." She heard a cold vice behind her. "Now just tell me the address of the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and I'll go on my way. No need for you to get hurt now, is there?"

Hermione turned around, "Good morning to you too, Mr. Malfoy. Lovely day isn't it?" Hermione said, completely ignoring his question.

"Do not change the subject, Ms. Granger. Tell me where the headquarters are." Lucius carelessly pointed his wand at the muggleborn. "Do not think I will not hurt you, girl. I am not afraid to use Unforgivable Curses. I've used all three of them a number of times." He taunted.

"Is that supposed to scare me Mr. Malfoy? Your wand? I can't be affected by the Imperious Curse. The other two, I have no power over, but you can't control me. Why do you want to know any way? You never showed any interest before." Suddenly the wind picked up and tore the ribbon from her hair, letting it fall freely. "Damn it," She cursed silently.

"My interest is my own business. Now tell me. I do not wish to hurt you Ms. Granger, do not make me." Lucius' eyes narrowed at her, he was getting agitated.

"Very funny," Hermione laughed surprisingly, seeing as she might die in the next moments. "You would crucio my ass into the Ming Dynasty, if you could. You hate Muggleborns and Mudbloods. Why the sudden change of heart?" She stabbed at him, "Not cheating on your wife are you?"

Suddenly Hermione made painful contact with the wall behind her, "You are not in the position to give smart remarks." She heard him growl, he had a little bite to his tone now, she slid down the wall and sat on the ground. "Now, Ms. Granger, tell me what I asked of you."

"Bite me. I'd never sell my friends out like that. I'm not like you, Mr. Malfoy. I am loyal to my friends and I always tell the truth. Not like you denying anything to do with Voldemort, bet you got in trouble for that one." She bit at him.

Lucius suddenly came at her, and she felt fear like a lump in her throat when he reached down and yanked her up by her upper arm. "Let us take a walk, Ms. Granger." He put his arm around her waist, which felt odd for Hermione until she felt a little stab of his wand on her back. "Walk." He ordered.

She started to walk for ward and when the go out of he alley, he instructed her to go left, heading away from Grimmauld Place. After they had been walking a while, she dared a comment, "Why are you doing this? Is it because of Draco and Narcissa?" Hermione waited for a response. "I think I have at least an ability to be rude to you, seeing as you have hexed my friends and I rather a lot. Don't you?"

"Well, seeing as that I could kill you right now, it wouldn't be too smart." He told her in a threatening low voice. They walked farther down the street and turned left, the edge o the park in sight.

"But you won't kill me. So I could run right now, and you wouldn't kill me."

"Then why don't you?"

Hermione slightly winced, "Well, you wouldn't kill me, but you would Crucio me." She paused a moment, "Where are you taking me? What do you want from me?" They suddenly took a sharp turn into the park. Hermione suddenly stopped dead, making Lucius bump into her back, "Please, I can't leave. You don't understand. Please, Mr. Malfoy. Let me-"

"Hermione? " Came a low voice from behind them.

Hermione quickly jammed her elbow upwards at Lucius, knocking the wind out of him, and turned on her heel, her hair flying wildly to catch Remus' eyes. She bolted for him, he stood still not fully realizing what was going on. But, suddenly there was an arm around her waist, pulling her away from Remus.

"Good day to you, Remus. I fear I must leave, give my respects to the others." Lucius hissed by her ear. There wa a sharp stab to her temple and they were gone, leaving Remus starring where his love and his enemy disappeared.