Hi!
This is my first fanfic, a Dramione centered post-final battle.
Updates will most likely not be consistent, however, I will do my best to see this story completed.
I appreciate any reviews, critique or not, please leave your thoughts!
My plan for this story is to go from Hermione and Draco's 7th year to several years into the future.
Hope you enjoy!
P.s. any pen name/ Username suggestions
The train blew its whistle, and Hermione Granger stared out the window, wondering if she was making the best decision of her life-or the worse.
Both Harry and Ron had tried to dissuade her from completing her final year at Hogwarts, yet she was adamant. The pair had reminded her before she boarded the train that a position to train as an auror alongside the two was always an option, but she staked her claim.
She didn't want opportunities to be handed to her. Hermione was prepared to give up a year in the real world in order to finish her education.
After the final battle, Hermione had explored a tentative relationship with Ron, however, it soon became clear to Hermione that Ron wasn't the one for her. Ron refused to see their troubles, and did not want to give up on their shaky relationship so fast.
In the mere months since the final battle, cracks were beginning to appear and grow rapidly, and she just didn't feel herself, it didn't feel right.
Hermione was angry with herself for not being able to express her thoughts to Ron, knowing that her childhood friendship very well depended on their relationship holding together.
"Hey,"
A familiar voice broke her thoughts, and Hermione looked up to see a smiling Ginny before her. Since the battle, Harry and Ginny had gotten together. Hermione had never seen her friend so alive, so happy, so complete.
And something inside of her craved it too.
"Hey Gin," Hermione responded. "It feels so strange to be back here, doesn't?"
The younger witch smiled in return, "Definitely. Last year, Hogwarts was like an inescapable prison, and now, I feel at home coming back."
The two chatted briefly, until a sound of the twin doors to their compartments grating open broke the conversation.
"Granger, Weasley,"
Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the familiar voice.
"Malfoy," she started, with a sigh. If she was being truthful, she never expected him to show up at Hogwarts now, even after his family was pardoned from their crimes. Hermione had accepted that Malfoy had been coerced into making rash decisions, however Harry and Ron refused to see so. "What do you want?"
"I've heard you've been made Head Girl."
She nodded coolly in response, unsure of where the conversation was headed.
"Well you see, I've been made Head Boy, and I've come to tell you. you're late to the heads meeting. Not a great start."
"Shit!" She gasped. He smirked in response. "Sorry Gin, I've totally forgotten about the meeting. I'll see you later?"
"Totally," the red head returned, nonchalantly.
Inside, Hermione's mind was reeling. How could Malfoy being Head Boy even come into the picture! Of all the choices. Her stomach tightened at the thought of the two having to share dorms from now on.
Surely she had made a mistake in coming back.