Disclaimer: I do not now nor will I ever own HP. The great and wonderful JK Rowling does. I just borrow her characters for my own twisted use.

Chapter 1, Decision Made:

She sat contemplating how in the world had her life gone the way it had. See Hermione Granger, Order of Merlin First Class, was just plain bored. She had helped the extraordinary Harry Potter destroy the most evil wizard who defiled the world with his presence, was top of her class, smartest witch of her age, but yet her she was in a dusty closet of an office, filing.

She was tired of the same monotony day after day. After sitting her NEWTs, Ms. Granger had been offered a job at the Ministry of Magic, Care of Magical Creatures Department. She had thought she was finally going to get to really do some good, and yet here she sat, in a dingy grey room, completing forms for complaints made of said Magical Creatures, and filing them away.

Nothing was ever really done about the complaints unless they were considered especially heinous. They were just placed in files and left until they were duplicated at another time, then a 'formal' investigation would commence which of course she never got the opportunity to partake in.

Her home life consisted of a tiny flat, sparsely furnished, in which she shared with her over-weight, smooshed faced cat, Crookshanks. Yes, Hermione had been provided with a large sum of money from the Ministry for helping to save the wizarding world. However, the girl was saving, just in case.

She hadn't been on a date in ages. Everyone her friends, bless their hearts, had set her up with, just didn't interest her. The men were either much too boring, or much to self-involved for her liking. Ginny, Luna, and Pansy insisted she continue to try, but Hermione wasn't interested. Why try when they are all duds?

She had some vacation time available and had been seriously considering taking time off to sort out if the current path was right for her.

Harry and Ron didn't understand why she was so in a funk. Be happy we can settle down, why can't you be happy with the life you've got? They always ask. You see, Harry had of course married the love of his life Ginny, and live happily with one boy James and yet another child on the way. Ron had in fact married Pansy Parkinson. Shocking? Yes. But it is what it is, and they live a very nice life together just west of Luna's father's house in Ottery St. Catchpole. They have two boys, Herman and Edmond. Pansy refused any other names, the poor dears. Surprisingly, Pansy was quite content with her mid-sized home, sometimes dense husband and two children, and had become a great friend to the Weasleys, Potters, and Ms. Granger.

Everyone in her life seemed to have it figured out, but her. This was starting to wear on her nerves quite firmly. Always there in the back of her mind. Why couldn't she find that? Why didn't someone peek her interest enough to go on more than one date? Why does she continue to live a mundane life in a grey dusty everyday?

These are the things she had been contemplating for months now, and still she had no answer. Yes, a vacation was most definitely in order. She had the funds, more than she would ever need actually. She had the time, it was readily available, whenever she chose to take it. So why not?

But where to go? And would she really go on vacation all by her lonesome? Yes. And she had catalogs and brochures from many different wizarding resorts. Quite a few along the Caribbean and a few from Greece. Hermione could seriously see herself on a beach, drinking some fruity drink with an umbrella, reading a book, and collecting sun.

Her mind was made up. She was putting in for a two week vacation. She was going to get away.

A/N: I am going to attempt another story. Hopefully, I do not get stuck again. Hope you enjoy going on this journey with me.