Author's Note: So here it is, Chapter Two. I wanted to give a small update to any readers. As of 01/11/13 I updated Chapter One, anyone who has already read it does not need to read it over I only changed a few small details which can be summed up simply: the prologue takes place in December 2005. Also for anyone who has begun reading the story before that date I am raising the rating to M, however I will always forewarn what chapters will be M rated so I hope it does not cause anyone to stop reading.

Disclaimer: I do not own the wonderful Harry Potter, it's plots, or characters. Also remember this idea was inspired by an episode of Bones, which I also do not own.

The sun still wasn't up as Hermione began to toss and turn in her bed. Her curtains were drawn, allowing the night's light to shine through her window. The moon cast a small beam of light across her bed, landing across her face.

The night light highlighted her features perfectly. The soft curve of her face seemed even more angelic in the white light. Her upturned nose placed a small shade just above her full ruby red lips. The dim light made it easy to see her long dark eyelashes beginning to bat their way open.

She couldn't help but smile, just slightly, as a new day began. Her chocolate brown eyes looked around her bedroom observing the same sights she had seen for years. She pushed a piece of her hair out of her face as she sat up in her bed.

The green stripped comforter fell from her body, pooling in her lap, as she sat up in the bed. As she raised her arms above her head her tank top rose as well revealing the slightest bit of her midriff to the empty room.

Hermione swung her legs across her bed, letting them find their way to the side of the bed. With both feet on the cold hardwood she pushed herself out of the bed with a small sigh. Looking at her bed she frowned. It was obvious from the covers that she had tossed and turned more than usual the night before indicating bad dreams. While she couldn't remember what visions might have plagued her during the night she hated the thought of not getting a full night's sleep.

She took care of making her bed. It was not Friday so she didn't feel the need to strip the bed and do laundry. Instead she folded and creased her comforter, allowing some of the deep grey sheet to show. She adjusted her sleeping pillows, placing them in the center of the bed and laying them flat. Then from the ground she grabbed her green decorative pillows and placed them at the head of the bed. She smiled as she smoothed out some of the final wrinkles before turning away.

Hermione reached for her nightstand grabbing a small armband from the table. She slipped the arm band up her left arm and placed the headphones in her ears. She grabbed her wand and slowly made her way from the bedroom to her living room.

With a flick from her wand the television turned itself on to a workout DVD. Hermione watched the DV begin as she pressed play on her armband.

"As I said in my last lecture it would be foolish of me to ignore other types of Healing. I personally only work with one form of magically Healing but to be blind to the other forms would be not only unprofessional but also unscholarly. It is important when examining…"

Hermione listened to the woman talk, her words planting themselves in her brain permanently. Healer Musca K. Blanche had been an inspiration to Hermione for years before she even met the woman. Her lectures were insightful while remaining entertaining due to Healer Blanche's colorful personality in her youth.

The woman Hermione knew was far different from the recordings she listened to daily. As she had aged Healer Blanche had formed a rough exterior shell, as a method for dealing with the many deaths she had seen. She became precise, logical, and to a certain extent cold hearted.

Hermione had interned under her before becoming a Healer herself. They had worked together until three years prior when Blanche transferred to a hospital in Germany. They had not remained in touch, though Hermione had learned of some of her work. Still Hermione found herself listening to the woman's old reports every morning.

She continued her workout while she listened to the reports almost as if she wasn't doing anything at all. Working out had become such a daily part of her life that she hardly noticed it anymore. She knew that meant she should change up her routine but she favored the moves on her DVD.

Starting with yoga to warm the body up she always felt it calmed her if she had a fitful night. Then it was thirty minutes of strength and cardio interchanging ten different moves through the time. Then a cool down with a little more yoga.

By the time she was done there was sweat dripping down her forehead. She had hardly noticed how into the workout she had gotten. She paused the report, taking the arm band off and walking it back to her nightstand. With another flick of her wand the television turned itself off.

She waved her wand and heard the shower start up in the bathroom. She stripped out of her clothes in her bedroom placing the sweat stained pajamas in the hamper. After grabbing a towel she made her way towards the bathroom. It was almost second nature to swish her wand in the direction of her kitchen just before entering the bathroom to shower.

For her the shower was a place to think about the upcoming day. She would allow the warm water to cascade over her as she thought about the hospital and her patients. Once she got to work she had a ten hour shift before her break. It was taxing how much magic she had to use during the day.

When she had first become a Healer the idea of saving lives seemed wonderful to her. But after a few years the strain took its toll. Magic was dangerous and even the smartest wizards often found themselves in the hospital for foolish behavior.

In school she hadn't been aware how tired a witch could be after using magic all day. It only added to her belief that some people should just do things the muggle way. Though as her position in the hospital rose she found she had very little time to do things the muggle way anymore.

"I've got to talk to Michael."

The thought occurred out loud. Her youngest intern had been cornering her almost every day in hopes of taking her out. He had most recently asked her to a small muggle café for drinks and she had told him she'd get back to him promptly. She had waited three days and debated the issue in her mind frequently.

The issue had been on the back burner in her mind. There were plenty of reasons to say no and to say yes. She had made lists and charts even going as far as to debate the subject aloud when alone. They were work colleagues and he was younger which could make the situation uncomfortable. However, he was an intellectual who could keep up with her mind and she had no doubt that he would understand her wish to keep things casual.

Her thoughts drifted back to work as she realized how many patients she had to check up on in just a few hours. She had a little girl that she especially needed to check up on. The child had been brought in by her parents after she got into her father's potion cabinet. Hermione was having trouble Healing the girl because she had many different potions and every method of Healing one potion seemed to make a different one worse.

It was a frustrating situation for her. There was never a time when she could not figure out the solution to a problem and she refused to let a little girl be the one to stump her. She knew there was a solution, an obvious one that was certainly staring her in the face she just had to find it.

One of her interns continued to baby the child. The intern, Encarna, had taken the young girl under her wing. She was constantly explaining everything Hermione told the girl. Hermione felt as if Encarna thought she needed to remind her to be careful. Hermione wanted to laugh at the idea, she was a perfectly good Healer she knew how to not injure her patient without the reminder from an intern.

The timer of the oven went off bringing her out of her thoughts. She knew the food would get itself out, just as it did everyday but it was also her timer for getting out of the shower. After rinsing off her hair one final time she turned the water off. She rang her hair three times getting rid of the extra water before wrapping the towel around her body and hopping out of the shower.

Getting dressed for work was simple enough. Her Healer's robe covered most of her outfit, but the hospital had strict rules on presentation. She grabbed a pair of pinstriped trousers and tossed them gently on her bed. Looking through her blouses she found a few that she liked well enough to wear. She grabbed a blue bra and matching knickers putting them on after she dropped her towel. When she had her pants on she debated between two shirts settling for a red blouse with a small blue flower embroidery.

As her towel flew itself across the room to the hamper she made her way to her vanity. She hated having the thing, feeling like the word vain was all she could associate with it, but she needed to look presentable for work. It only took a potion per week and a daily spell to keep her hair under control.

"Ademptio Acervus." She said pointing her wand at her head.

The tangled wet mane started moving, untangling itself and even though it was wet started falling in perfect waves. Hermione smiled at the job she had done. Knowing her weekly potion would cause the waves to dry perfectly she walked away with her hair still damp.

The waves bounced as she left the mirror. Her hair fell down passed her shoulders gracefully as it had done for the last few years. She had become proud of herself for finding a magical solution to her hair, it made her feel like she would always be able to solve her problems.

In her kitchen her breakfast was sitting on the table waiting for her. Just like every day she started with a large breakfast to gain as much energy as she could manage. Walking around the hospital all day drained her if she didn't eat enough.

A glass of magically squeezed orange juice sat in front of multiple plates. A small plate held half a grapefruit, a larger plate held two waffles both covered in peanut butter and raisins. A small bowl contained oatmeal and a small mug filled with coffee sat to the side.

It had been her breakfast for the last six years. Harry and Ginny often commented that she must get tired of it at some point, but she just waved them off. Her workout and her job gave her a large appetite and she was happy to fill it every morning.

By the time she was done eating it was almost six in the morning. The sun was just beginning to shine through her windows as the dishes began to do themselves. With a small spell she applied the smallest amount of makeup, accenting her eyes and lips with as little paint as possible.

She smiled in the mirror, thinking she looked presentable enough for work and her coffee date with the intern. Making sure everything had been cleaned before she left she did a double check of each of the rooms. Everything seemed to be in perfect order, right in its place. Grabbing her bag she walked to her fireplace shouting out the name of the hospital with a final glance at her flat before her day truly began.

Author's Note: I understand some people might not think this was an important chapter. However let me be clear now that I am not one of those author's who adds things I feel are unimportant or badly written. Having knowledge of how Hermione has lived for the last few years will be important so you can see character change in later chapters. I know that the first few chapters might be slow to read, but back story on the characters is important for any tale.

Also please don't hate me, but this is not going to be a quick Dramione story. So far I have seven chapters written and Draco has barely made an appearance. Hermione will have other relationships during the story, as will Draco. Neither of their characters would be the type to suddenly just care deeply for the other, and if they did they certainly wouldn't be quick to admit it. I do hope that you enjoyed the chapter. And I hope everyone will continue to read after this! ~AMarie