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The rest of her time in Paris was glorious. Hermione shopped and toured the city of lights until she could do no more. Then Spain went by blissfully, the heat and the sand tanned Hermione as she sun bathed on the beach and explored the Spanish churches. She visited the Balearic Islands to take her closer to Italy but spent a few days there exploring the mountains and small towns. Hermione's nightmares mellowed out in to dreams of sand, stain glass windows and the sun.

She suddenly dithered, she knew she wanted to go to Rome, but she also wanted to make that her final stop of her journey before she went back to Scotland.

Going to one of the libraries on the Island she when in search of European, specifically Mediterranean maps to find somewhere for her to go to in between Majorca and Italy. She didn't want to be at the end yet. It frightened her to think that she only had a few weeks left to enjoy herself, dreading her going back to work and her normal life. Fear washed over Hermione for the first time in months, flashes of black blurred her vision. The end of her trip was no where near and her life was going back to normal. Why was she going two steps back? She loved her job, she loved molding minds for the future, ensuring that everyone that tried at least was able to have a chance in succeeding in life. And even the ones that were over confident and stumbled often after the first few months she had given a second chance to change. To think about their chances, there was no one that she left out. Slytherin's loved her. They were now taught that they were to uphold muggleborns rather than dismiss them. The resourcefulness of the young snakes showed Hermione that things were changing for the better. So why was she feeling this way? What made her now so unsure of what she wanted to do in life? She put the maps back where they belong and leaves the library.

Deciding on going back to the hotel room she went over to the mini bar and took out the tequila. No time like the present she says to herself as she pours it in to a glass she throws it down her throat. Slumping back in to the chair by the desk, she breathes heavily as the burn in her throat slowly depletes.

Suddenly she shakes herself, ideas flying around her head. For the first time in over a month she pulls out her wand and pieces of paper with plans and ideas fly out of the end sticking themselves to the wall. She would use the rest of her inheritance to build herself a house. A place for her to call home, somewhere in Scotland but not so too close that she could get away from the school and have some peace. She finds a phone and falters… who should she call? She doesn't want to call Harry or Ginny, Ron might be there. She didn't have the information to call the Ministry of Magic. She would have to do a little more magic. She puts down the phone and gracefully waves her wand down and down again a silver wisp flows out of the tip forming her patronus which has changed. It was no longer an otter, it looks more like a stoat or a wheesel… which sits on its hind legs to attention. Hermione doesn't think anything of it at the time and speaks loud and clear to the creature

'TO THE DEPARTMENT OF HOUSING, I NEED SOME INFORMATION ON HOW TO BUILD A HOUSE. PLEASE CAN YOU CONTACT ME AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. I AM CURRENTLY LOCATED IN THE HOTEL DU MORE ON THE ISLAND OF MAJORCIA.'

The Department of Housing was set up by the Ministry of Magic for the rebuilding project of the country after the war. Making sure everyone that needed one, had homes to go to or new starts after losing family and friends. After a public vote, which didn't happen very often in the wizarding world, it was decided that the department would stay open.

Hermione sent her message with her patronus to the Ministry and decided to go to the bar. Tonight she was going to drink her problems away. The usual walk on the sand was not going to be enough. After several more shots of tequila and a couple of gin and lemonades Hermione made her way back to her room and slumps on the bed falling on to a dreamless sleep for the first time in years.

She awoke to someone tapping at her door. Blinking herself awake and thinking its house cleaning she makes her way over to the door in the outfit she had worn last night hair messed and makeup slightly smeared. Opening it on the latch, she gets a bit of a fright.

"Luna!" Hermione exclaims. "What are you doing here?" Hermione asks as she turns back in to her room to get her dressing gown to wrap around herself.

"Hi Hermione, you could have told us your patronus had changed." Luna says dreamily. "I am here as your Ministry official. From the Department of Housing." She states floats on to the room without being invited in and sits on the floor staring at the drawings and blue prints on the wall.

"Department of Housing?" Hermione questions completely fluffing over her patronus. She then vaguely remembers herself sending the message to the Ministry last night. Looking now at the wall she sees the plans she had drawn up the night before and frowns. Suddenly thinking quickly and moving towards the dresser she says "Riiigghhtt. I see. I didn't think they would send anyone. I just really wanted to know my options for some land and a building project I have in mind."

"Well Kingsley, I mean the Minister" Luna faults but continues "thinks that any requests that come from the war heroes should be dealt with immediately." She stands up and thinks about her next few words. "The Minister is aware that you and you fiance have departed ways" Luna says the way that only Luna can say it. Breathily with a slight hint of power that resonates around Hermione like a shock wave. "He did wonder when exactly you would be contacting the housing department for some help." Luna continues. "He thinks you should get..."

"Look Luna." Hermione interrupts "I don't want any special attention or treatment." She stands to her full height after realizing that she has slumped in the chair. "These are the plans that I've drawn up. I know exactly what I want, I just want to know where I can build and what materials are readily available to me to start as soon as possible." She almost glares at Luna who as always isn't fazed at all by Hermione's brashness.

"OK Hermione. I'll go back to my department with your plans. And I'll send an owl to you in a few days once I have everything sorted." Luna moves towards the door. "Enjoy the rest of your holiday." And with that she was gone. Hermione sits back on the bed and goes over the conversation that she had just had. So the Minster for Magic was looking in to her life personally and was keeping tabs on her love life.

" Oh well" she says to the room. It wasn't going to take long for someone to start interfering. She had wished that it wouldn't be Luna looking after her house though. All she'd get now is a building that looked like a castle in the middle of no where with flowers growing out of the bricks and those plumb things in the garden.

After showering and getting dressed Hermione decides that she is going to go straight to Rome today. She packs her things and checks out of the hotel going straight to the airport with out another thought.

I hope you all enjoyed it. A x