Author's Note: Sorry for the wait, I was on vacation for Thanksgiving with my friend's family. Hope you like it! Questions? Comments? Concerns? Predictions? Opinions? Review! :) Thanks for reading!

The next morning, Hermione woke up to loud knocking on her front door. She got out of her bed, shivering as the cold air touched her body, and promptly tripped over a box.

"Bloody hell!" she hissed, picking herself off the floor and rubbing her sore toe gently. The knocking, which had paused for a minute, sounded again. "What could they possibly want at this hour!" she muttered grumpily to herself. She glanced at the clock, preparing to give whoever it was a long lecture about disturbing people early in the morning. "Eleven? How did I sleep in so late?"

The knocking came again, impatiently. She realized it was quite rude to keep a person waiting at the door so long, and ran quickly to answer it.

"Yes?" She opened her door, a polite smile on her face. "Sorry to make you wait, I—Malfoy?"

"Granger?" The blonde man standing in her doorway was clearly in shock. He had grown a little since Hogwarts, he was about 6'1 now, with a lean muscular figure. The latter was very clearly showed off by his tight white tank top and brown shorts. His grey eyes had more blue specks than they had before, they almost seemed… kinder. He'd lost his aura of "stuck up rich prick who had everything handed to him on a platter" and instead radiated with the aura of an independent, sexy, young man.

Hermione gaped for a minute. What was he doing here? And was he holding …cookies? "What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?" He didn't look threatening, but she wished she had her wand on her.

His shocked looked was rapidly fading, replaced by the face of her tormentor back at Hogwarts. "Well, Granger, I heard that there was a new neighbor to welcome. Mrs. Finnigan said 'pretty young lady', but now I see that she clearly meant 'ugly, buck-toothed know-it-all with terrible hair'."

Hermione sighed. "Go away, ferret boy." She didn't want to put up with this right now. Then what he said registered. "Neighbor?"

"Yes, Granger, we now live in the same building together. Unfortunately, you will have to find a new place to live now, because I am situated here quite well." His hands moved up in an "oh well" gesture, his plate of cookies still seeming quite comfortably balanced in the palm of one hand.

"No! I am not moving out of my apartment! And," she continued, a glint in her eye, "I was unaware that Malfoys became housewives and brought over cookies as a 'welcome to the neighborhood' present!"

His pale white skin tinted with pink. "Fuck you, Granger. Move out. This is my apartment place. Mine. And Mrs. Finnigan wanted me to give this to you, bloody old woman." Handing her a small white envelope, he walked away. Hermione watched his from her doorway as he disappeared into the door right across the patio from hers.

"Well. Fuck." She muttered to herself as she closed the door. "This should be interesting."

It was 12:30 when she walked to her little dining room table with her coffee in one hand and the invitation in the other. Sitting gently in the chair, so as not to disturb her drink, she carefully set the coffee down and started to open the invitation. It was one of those invitations you could buy in packs of 15, and you just wrote in the details.

You are invited!

To: A Block Party

Where: Cordoza Street

When: December 3rd, 8a.m.-8p.m. kids; 8p.m.-11p.m. adults

Rsvp: Send this letter back to the return address with appropriate answer circled!

Yes No

Taking a sip of her coffee, she thought it over. It'd be a good chance to meet new people, she could see who she was living nearby to , and it sounded like there would be drinks and possibly some cute boys towards the later part of the evening. Making a decision, she used her wand to mark the box labeled "Yes", then addressed and sent the envelope.

An hour later, she gathered up her things and headed to the library. She was out of school, so she had no need for research, but she liked the read at the library anyway. It was fun, and it gave her something to do. Neither she, Harry, nor Ron actually needed jobs; the Ministry had rewarded them heavily in Galleons. However, both Ron and Harry had wanted to fight crime, and had become Aurors. Hermione hadn't found anything she liked to do yet. She could've been an Auror like the boys, or a Professor like Neville, but she just didn't want to do that with her life. She had lived with battle and constantly watching her back for most of her childhood. She knew what needed to be done and could do it. But she didn't want that to be her life. She could have been a professor in really anything at Hogwarts, and one day maybe she would be, but she was young. She wanted to do something fun, to live. She just hadn't found out how yet.

Settling into her favorite cushy chair right by the Fiction section, she sat down to read one of her old favorites, Alanna by Tamora Pierce.

"Ginny!" Hermione stepped out of the fireplace, calling her best friend's name. When Ginny had called earlier in the afternoon, she had sounded really excited. She had told Hermione to come over at seven for dinner, and that she had something to tell her.

"Ginny! Where are you?" Hermione waited a minute for a response, then began to slowly walk around. "Ginny?" She called again. The name echoed around the seemingly empty house. She suddenly heard a muffled thump and some laughing and cursing. A door at the end of the hallway flew open, and Ginny and Harry walked out, their clothes rumpled and hair sticking out at all sorts of odd ends.

"Hey 'Mione!" Ginny chirped, not really caring that her best friend had walked in on her and her boyfriend making out.

"Hey Hermione." Harry said weakly, quite embarrassed.

Hermione giggled. "Hey Gin, hi Harry." She walked forward and gave the both hugs. "You guys, uh, having some fun there?"

The young couple blushed. "Oh hell with it. Hermione, guess whaaat?" Ginny started, a huge smile on her face, "WE'RE ENGAGED!" She threw up a hand with a huge diamond ring glistening proudly on the ring finger.

Hermione gasped, then giggled, hugging the girl ecstatically and squealing. "Oh sweet Merlin, Ginny! You're going to be a wife! Oh Merlin! That is such a beautiful ring! How'd he propose? Have you started planning the wedding? Who are your bridesmaids? You're getting married!"

"I know, I know! It's amazing! Everything's amazing! He cooked a really fancy dinner then knelt down on one knee and asked! It was so sweet! Nothing's planned yet, but… Merlin, Hermione, I'm getting married!"

Over the next few hours the three ate and talked. Around 10, Harry left to meet Ron at the Hog's Head and tell him the news. The girls stayed up until well past midnight, drinking wine and talking about their lives and futures. By one in the morning, both girls were drunk and Harry had called to say that he and Ron were hitting the town and not to expect him until morning.

"Oh, guess who moved into my building?" Giggle.

"Who?" Giggle.

"Draco Malhoy." Giggle.

"Malhoy? Hee is reeeally hot!" Giggle.

"Yeah... He's still a prick, but he seems different. More, grown up. Kinda cool. Really sexy."

"Hermione, darrling, he was not called the slytherin sex god for nothing."

"I know. Believe me, I know." Giggle. "But really, he's hot."

"Haha yeah."

"Gin, how did you know Harry was the one?"

"The one what?"

"The one one."

"The one one what?"

"The—nevermind."

"Okay."

They sat in a comfortable, drunk silence. Ginny cast a spell to turn out the lights, missing and breaking a portrait of her parents holding hands. "Oopsies!" she giggled.

"Ginnyyy!" Hermione was accurate even when intoxicated. With a quick swoop of her wand, she turned off the lights.

When Harry came home the next morning, he found his fiancé and his best friend passed out on the floor of his living room, laying on top of a giant pile of pillows. Discarded glasses were all over the table, three empty bottles of wine were laying on their side half-in and half-out from under the pillow pile, and a broken picture frame was lying shattered on the ground.

He sighed, and set about fixing the mess before the girls woke

AN: Aw, I like the sweet side of Harry! How did you guys like Draco's entrance? He only gets sexier from here! Erm, I meant "it" only gets"better" from here. Yeah ;). Anyway, questions? Comments? Concerns? Opinions? Predictions? Review! :)