A/N Thank you to my lovely wonderful guest reviewer for another kind review, thank you also to kalikk, Chester99, and Saissa (in my head Mia is Mya, like they pronounce the 'mio' in Hermione, but leaving it Mio really rang wrong in my head. Welcome to the new followers, I can't believe this story is just two shy of 150 followers, I so never expected that when I started this. Huge thanks also to all those who have faved this story. All of you followers, favoriters (yeah I know not a word), and reviewers make me smile and keep me inspired. It's double date time. Enjoy and as always reviews are welcomed and appreciated. While you all read this I'm off to start reading HP and the Cursed Child.

The following weekend found Harry, Hermione, and Draco traipsing through Hogsmeade and apparating to the Falcons stadium. Ginny had sent them tickets, assuring them that none of her family would be there as they preferred the better seats she could get for them at her home stadium.

They made their way up to their seats, and watched Ginny and her teammates fly as they warmed up, then nearly lost their voices cheering throughout the game.

Ginny met them outside the stadium after the game and the foursome headed off to dinner.

"Now this is a scene I never thought I'd be a part of," Draco remarked as they sat sipping sodas around a table covered by a classic red and white gingham tablecloth.

"Yeah, well none of us thought you'd be here either," Ginny said, "But we're glad you are."

"Even though I'm here instead of your brother?"

She laughed, "Especially because you're here instead of my brother."

"Really?"

"Well let's be honest," Harry said, "he's not real happy with any of us right now."

Ginny nodded, "I'm not even sure he's happy with himself right now."

"Let's not bring our evening down talking about him," Hermione suggested.

"So then what should we talk about because the three of us," Draco gestured to Harry, Ginny, and himself, "could probably spend hours talking about her match but that would bore you to tears."

"That's not true, I like Quidditch," she protested.

"You do enjoy watching the games when someone you know is involved, but be honest Mione, you'd rather do other things. You're just not as interested as the rest of us," Harry said, "and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Fine then what should we talk about?"

"What is it like being back at Hogwarts as a staff member?" Ginny queried.

They spent several minutes with each of the three sharing how it felt to now speak to their former teachers as colleagues. Harry talked for a bit about what it was like to teach students that he used to know on a more personal level when they all lived in the dorm together.

"There aren't many of those left though right?" Draco asked, "I would think it would be even more odd if you had been at school the past two years."

Harry nodded, "I'm sure it would be. It's not that those students don't listen. It's just that the current Gryffindor seventh years just seem to speak to me differently than other classes, asking questions other classes might not."

"What kinds of questions?"

"Mostly about where we were seventh year, what we did, the final battle."

"I can understand that," Draco said, "I've wondered about that myself, just never wanted to ask."

Hermione turned to him, "You really want to know where we were and what we did that year?"

"Hermione, I want to know everything about you that I can."

"This isn't the place to have that conversation but I'll tell you if you'll tell me about your year, you and Ginny. Harry and I have heard some things about how bad that last year was at Hogwarts obviously but what was it like for you?"

"When we're done here, we can go back to my room and talk if everyone is willing to," Harry suggested.

The conversation lagged a bit as they all agreed and began to think about what they would say. A waitress across the room dropping a glass to the floor sending shards of glass flying along with spatters of beer drew their attention and led to Draco asking.

"So obviously there are somethings that we have a better handle on, or are better at. What are Muggles better at? What have they accomplished that we haven't? Completely serious question by the way, not meant to be snide in any way."

"Well," Hermione said, "For starters Muggles have been to the moon."

"The moon?" Draco's jaw dropped, "You're not serious, that's a joke right?"

Harry answered, "There are people who think it was all a hoax but no it's true, twelve men have walked on the surface of the moon, all Americans though men and women from other countries have been to space."

"Space agencies from all over the world are working right now to build a space station. It's been started, first parts of the station were launched last year. The hope is that some time next year a crew will go and live on the station for anywhere from a few months to, well who knows how long." Hermione continued.

"And people from here in the UK are doing this too?"

"Going into space yes. We're part of the European Space Agency. We aren't launching manned rockets into space yet, our astronauts go into space aboard the Russian Soyuz or one of the American space shuttles."

"How did you learn about this?"

"In primary school, though now I keep up with the space program through the internet when I go home to my parents' house."

"The internet?"

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance but neither spoke. It was Ginny who answered, "That's more of something they'd have to show you than just tell you about."

"So we have to go somewhere that you can show it to me, sometime soon."

This time all three of the others exchanged a glance.

"What?"

"Well…"

"Um…"

"It's just…"

"I have a feeling that once you see it and learn what all you can do and see on the internet you're going to want to spend more time on it than we have available," Hermione finally said.

"So this internet thing is big?"

"Think the Hogwarts library, the Durmstrang library, the Beauxbatons library, and all other school libraries, plus all newspapers, and more."

"All of that? You can access all of that? In one place?"

"Yes."

He cleared his throat, "Mkay, I can see why we'd need more time. Could you maybe find time to show me over Christmas break?"

Hermione stifled a giggle, "I think we could arrange that. Now shall we head back?"

Back in Harry's rooms, Harry and Ginny curled up together on the sofa while Hermione sat in a chair, with Draco on the floor leaning back against her legs.

"So who first?"

"I asked," said Draco, "I'll go first. Besides my story is probably shorter and better than any of yours."

"Better?" Ginny gaped, "Voldemort was living in your house, along with your crazy aunt, many of his followers, and everyone here knew you are your family were in the proverbial dog house. Tell me you didn't get shit from the Carrows same as the rest of us."

"I got my fair share of shit, though they were sneakier about it with me, and never anything that would cause permanent damage. Mustn't damage a Pureblood, even if his family has fallen from grace. Crabbe and Goyle," he paused, Hermione put a hand on his shoulder, he covered it with his own before continuing, "they loved torturing the younger kids with the Cruciatus."
"But you didn't," Harry surmised.

"I'd had it done to me. I knew what it felt like it would have been one thing if it was someone who truly deserved it, but some poor first year who just didn't meet the Carrows standards?" he simply shook his head.

"So what did you do?" Hermione asked.

"He cast it weakly and the first years learned to play along," Ginny replied.

Draco's head whipped around eyes wide.

"Did you think no one would know? You played your part well, convinced the Carrows, though they were so stupid it didn't take much to fool them."

"Then how did you know?"

"When they got back to the house, first and second years would come straight to a sixth or seventh year for healing, as best we could do anyway. Madame Pomfrey visited a few times to teach us and help us practice. Usually when the Carrows were in the middle of supervising one of those torture sessions so they wouldn't be able to catch her. We were able to cast charms that made it appear that they were more injured than they actually were."

"Then explain Neville," Hermione insisted, "Those were not fake bruises we saw on him."

"Well Nev wasn't great at healing spells and he along with the rest of us upperclassmen often had to deal with the Carrows themselves, not with each other. He also developed the habit of opening his mouth when he'd have been better off keeping it closed."

"You took more than your fair share of risks," Draco remarked.

The redhead nodded in acknowledgement, "Someone had to do something to try and keep morale up."

"And screwing with the Carrows, Filch, and Snape was just a side effect?" he raised an eyebrow with a half grin.

"Well there was that," she laughed.

"So was there anything else you wanted to know? Classes with the regular professors went on as usual, or at least as close to usual as they could make it. Life in the dorms was more somber, even in Slytherin. Everyone was worried about the students from the other houses and their families. I got a lot of side eye, a combination of checking out the one fallen from the Dark Lord's graces and the fear that their family just might be next and wondering if their family has enough credit built up that they won't just be killed. Voldemort was notoriously inconsistent in his retribution, you never knew when it would be torture or death. It meant that even sitting among my oldest friends I was more or less alone."

"Then you really had it worse than the rest of us at least we all always had someone else to rely on or talk to."

He shook his head, "We all lived with the knowledge that every day could be our last. Anyway that's enough about my year."

Hermione squeezed his shoulder, "I have a feeling there are many more things you could tell us."

He began to respond but she cut him off, "You don't have to say anything more, but thank you for telling us what you did. I guess that means it's our turn." She looked up at Harry, he shrugged but neither spoke.

"What?" Draco asked.

Ginny answered, "Ron was with them."

"I knew that."

"I think it was me they were worried about more than you."

"Why?"

"They didn't know that I already know that Ron threw a fit and left them for a while."

Harry turned to her, "You knew and you never said anything?"

It was her turn to shrug, "Ron knows I know, besides he came back and helped them when it mattered, well mostly."

"Well then where should we start?" Harry asked.

"The wedding, no the will," Hermione replied.

They took turns telling the story of their year up to their arrival at the manor, at that point Draco helped fill in some details before they continued with their tale of breaking into Gringotts.

Draco laughed, "I know what an incredible witch you are but the idea of you as Bella, making anyone believe you were her. Not to mention how you all got away with entering the Ministry as people you didn't even know. How many other times have you used Polyjuice?"

"Twice, once to get Harry safely out of his house, and the other well…" Hermione trailed off as Harry began to laugh, trying at first to contain it but soon giving up.

"What? What's so funny?" Draco demanded.

"Um," Hermione bit her lip, "we brewed up Polyjuice potion in Myrtle's bathroom second year."

"Second year?"

Hermione bit her lip, "We were trying to figure out who the Heir of Slytherin was. We thought we knew who it was and were just trying to confirm our suspicions."

"Do I even need to ask who you thought it was?"

Both Harry and Hermione bit their lips and flushed red, while Ginny began laughing.

"I have to say I'm disappointed."

"Why?"

"You really think I wouldn't have bragged about it endlessly if it was me?"

"We thought you were just trying to stay out of trouble. Then we found out you weren't the one and didn't have any idea who it was either."

"How did - nevermind, dumb question. Did all three of you take the potion?"

"Yes but it only worked for Ron and I," Harry said, "Hermione had a problem and I'll never say more than that, it's up to her whether or not she tells you."

"Maybe some day," she said.

"You," Draco pointed at Harry, "and Ron...You and Ron...Fuck! You were Crabbe and Goyle. I thought they were dumber than usual that night, I should have known."

"Not sure how you could they were just about the dumbest two in your year," Ginny giggled.

"So I let you into Slytherin?"

"Yes."

"What did you think?"

"Of what?"

"Of our common room."

"The view from the lake was impressive but other than that it seemed a bit musty and worn."

"Well that answers that."

"What?"

"Whether or not anyone not of Slytherin could see what our common room really looks like."

"What?"

"It's very cozy and plush but you'd never know that unless you belonged in the house."

"That's just strange."

"Agreed, it's not like anyone else ever wanted to come into our dorms anyway but that charm was at least decades old if not older."

Ginny yawned and stretched, "Well this has been fun and informative but I have a team meeting early tomorrow to review the game today so I'd better get going."

Hermione stood instantly and pulled on Draco's hand though he was already rising, "Thanks for the tickets Ginny."

"We'll have to do this again sometime when you have a whole evening," Draco said.

They all said their goodnights and went their separate ways.

Back in their room just before Hermione closed her door Draco called out to her, "Will you take me some day and show me some of the places you stayed during your year on the run?"

"If you'd like."

"I would."