Hey hey heyyy! Okay so here is chapter 2, im proud to say this chapter has a lot more action in it, and definitely more speaking in it. Before you begin I would just like to say a big thank you to everyone who has reviewed. I'm glad you're enjoying the story. I have decided to upload 2 chapters today as they were ready and it will help me write the next chapter for this story so please review both :) Okay, enjoy!

As she rolled over in her bed the calm morning sun poured through the slits of the closed blind casting recurring patterns over the cream bedroom. It seemed unfair that whilst she was miserable that the rest of the world could carry on with its life, unaware of the situations she found herself in. Viktor Krum. The famous Bulgarian seeker, they'd been dating for 2 years when he finally told her she was a joke, a dare that perhaps went too far. It had started out to be a prank to gain revenge for her disloyalty to him, he'd taken her to the ball after she had begged him too, and Ron needed to know she had other admirers. Feeling particularly happy that day he had agreed to 'date' the frizzy haired beaver girl. Although he made her swear on her life to help him win the competition, she didn't and therefore needed to be punished. So he played her. A lone tear slid down her cheek, but she could no longer cry anymore.

She had a job to get on with, the secretary for the minister of magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt. This made her extremely busy and then there was Harry and the Weasleys to visit. They had yet to know about Hermione's devastating news of Krum, but she would tell them tonight at dinner. As she pulled herself out of bed her stiff muscles screamed at her to go back to bed, but ignoring the protest she waltzed over to the mirror to reveal a very sleepy and mature Hermione Granger. No more was she the bookworm, bushy beaver; she was an intellectual, talented beauty. Her hazelnut hair had formed into perfect ringlets cascading down her back and her body had filled out to be a perfect hour-glass figure. Her eyes were a deep chestnut brown, which could form into a mesmerising stare or a fierce angry storm. As she began to dress for work she thought about the events of the past few days. She had cried her heart out yesterday, howling in the dust of the barn he had broken the news to her in. She vowed never to trust another guy again. She just couldn't deal with the constant worry of whether the relationship was fake or real. Never. Never again would she date a guy. She had friends, she had family, and she had a life. Who needs love? As she pulled her hair into a bun with a few strands framing her face, she gazed into the mirror. She could have sworn a gray pair of eyes had flashed through her eyes. No. It was just her imagination, in a rush to hurry she grabbed her purse and rushed out the door and apparated to work.

(A.N- I'm not going to bother with the boring details about Hermione's work place, it has no real involvement in this story so I shall therefore skip it and go straight to that evening)

She stumbled up the path to the untidy Weasley household. As she looked to the sky the hot afternoon sun was blistering down onto the Weasley's house which cast shadows over Hermione as her thoughts turned to Viktor. Oh Viktor. How she had loved him! Even after he told her she was a game she could not contain her rage of the fact she still had feelings for him. But love, love had never let her down like this before. It was cruel, heartbreaking and full of lies. It had disappointed her to the degree that she no longer believe love was real. Numb. She felt so numb. As she rapped upon the Weasley's door she prepared to tell them the news. Before she could even blink she was being tackled to the floor by red headed children.

'HERMIONEEEE!'

Ahhhh. The results of love. Children. Hermione could not contain herself; she burst out laughing with the small Potter/Weasley children. Godmother to all 3 Hermione knew that they were always full of energy and she wondered how Harry and Ginny did it.

'Lily, Albus, James, what on earth do you think your- Hermione! Hello dear, it's so good to see you again'

As Molly Weasley hushed the children inside Harry came to give Hermione a hand up.

'Sorry about them Hermione, I just don't know where they get their energy from'

Hermione grinned, even when she was upset the Weasley's and Harry could make her happy.

'Harry, I have to tell you something-'

Hermione was cut off by Harry attempting to wrestle little 4 year old James from his wand.

'NO! Daddy it's my wand'

Hermione looked at Harry trying to persuade the child to give him his wand back. She sighed, this was as usual. Every time they attempted to catch up with each other things just got difficult and in the end the attention was focused on the children. She loved them. Of course she did, but she was feeling so empty, so alone and the Weasley's were her only chance to relieve herself from those gut wrenching feelings. Harry finally having gotten his wand back looked back at Hermione.

'I'm sorry Hermione, what were you saying?' He rubbed the back of his head and grinned sheepishly at her.

'Oh, erm, perhaps, perhaps I should tell everyone together, it might make it easier to deal with'

'If you're sure?' He looked at her with his green orbs as he was scanning her face for any trace of what was wrong.

'Absolutely'

Hermione found her feet carrying her toward the kitchen to where Ginny was most likely to be.

With one look toward the door Ginny closed the distance between them and enveloped Hermione into a hug.

'Hermione! I'm so glad you could make it; you've been so busy recently you haven't stopped by. I missed you'

The red head stood back and smiled. Hermione worked hard, to hard perhaps.

'I know, im sorry Gin, I've just had so much to do these past days I haven't even had time to think'

'All that working isn't good for you Hermione' The red head looked up at Hermione with a scrutinizing gaze.

After the war Harry and Ginny were inseparable. Ginny's flaming red hair was perfectly straight, and her green eyes contrasted with her hair to make her stunningly beautiful. Due to this Harry and Ginny had announced that they were to be married and then came the children. They were perfect together. They claimed to be in love but for this Hermione was sceptical, love isn't real she told herself. Love. Love just doesn't exist, but the more she fought it the more she could see that these two people clearly did love each other. So if she wasn't in love, did it mean everyone else couldn't be? No, it didn't mean that and she pushed these selfish thoughts to the back of her head. They were her best friends and she would believe them with whatever they had to say.

'Where's Ron Ginny? I was hoping I would get to catch up with him?'

'Well he should be here by now, but I expect he's got some rubbish excuse that he'll owl to me, I wouldn't worry Hermione. Ron is a loose cannon these days, ever since Fred…'

Ronald. Ever since the war he'd never been the same. The death of Fred had haunted him and he no longer felt he could live in the Weasley household. Grief. There had been too much grief. Ron seemed to have taken the death the worst. Everyone expected George to shout and scream and cry about the loss of his brother, his twin. But no, it was Ronald. No one knew why, he and Fred had never seen eye to eye, and they were constantly disagreeing over matters. Hermione had pondered whether or not this is what had caused him to be distant, the fact he'd never had a good relationship with Fred and now that he'd gone, Ron had lost all chance of ever gaining one.

'DINNER'S READY, EVERYONE TO THE TABLE!'

's booming voice echoed through the house and ripped Hermione from her thoughts. As the Weasley's all rushed to the table Hermione noticed the sky. Black. A storm was coming, a storm that would change her life. The crashing sound of thunder hit the house and the lightening flashed in the sky. It was a warning. Danger. Danger was on its way. As the wind howled through the chimney Hermione began her tale about Krum and as the Weasley's offered their sympathy to her she did nothing but offer her thanks as they supported her. As the light outside changed to a dark tone and the lightening flashed through the window's she could feel an evading darkness pass over her. Something was wrong. Something was happening. Danger was coming. The Weasley's door was blasted of its hinges as a figure came limping in through the door illuminated by the lightening. The candles blew out and the fire became nothing but dull ashes and as the family froze, they looked upon the door with wide eyes.

There, standing in grungy, dirty clothes, blood encrusted on their face, was Ronald Weasley.

'He's here, he's coming. Voldemort. He's back!'

As Ron fell to the floor panic ensued, screaming followed and danger invaded.

Ooooooh! Okay so there was some much needed action after the heavy thoughts of both Draco and Hermione. Next chapter will be the first scenes with Draco and Hermione interacting which should be interesting… I really hope you enjoyed this chapter as I found this really incredibly hard to write as I had to find a way of building tension. Please review as I really do need to know how to improve this chapter. I know voldemort is supposed to be gone but i found this the easiest way to get Draco and Hermione in a dangerous situation together. I'm going to try to stay as true to the story I can so Fred, Dumbles and everyone else will most likely be gone. As for Harry and Ginny's children they won't have a lot to do with this story but i thought it was important you knew what had happened to the other characters after the war.

Thank you all! :)

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