AN: thank you for everyone that read this story. I think I only have an epilogue left to write. Hope I tied up most of the ends. Let me know what you think!

Hermione was sitting in the Eurostar train, waiting for it to depart. Taking her to London, finally being back after a few months. The last two weeks in Belgium had been indulgent. The chocolate, the desserts and just everything that Belgium had to offer. Hermione stretched out her back, a faint cracking sound made Hermione groan.

The art and buildings had lured her away from the food more than once. She had spent days just walking around museums admiring the masters of old and even a cheeky museum full of fashion. Hermione took out her notebook, writing down things she needed to tell Ginny as she thought about the four Slytherins that had made this vacation a lot more enjoyable and less lonely some times.

Hermione couldn't stop the smile that crept on her face thinking about them. They had all promised her that they would owl her when she got back in England. She didn't want to think too much about it, but she knew that when she had to choose it wouldn't be easy. She couldn't forget the words Adrian had uttered before he had put her on the train in Vienna. Would they share?

Hermione chuckled to herself. The eagerness to be with all of them was something Hermione had never thought of that she could ever experience. When she was younger, she always imagined herself to marry one man and have her 2.5 children by the age of 24. But now her dreams were different. The opening of a restaurant was scooting back the age on which she wanted to be wed, and the amount of husbands was something Hermione had been struggling with the last few years. And she had the Weasley twins to blame.

When she was in her fifth year, she had found the twins sandwiching a highly aroused Ravenclaw between them. Hermione was still a little mortified when she thought about that. It made her wearier of opening doors on her rounds. They had put her dream on its head and even she had given them a try under the mistletoe after a bit too much elf made wine one Christmas night.

Hermione bit her lower lip as she leaned back against the plush seat as the train was pulling out of the station. It felt naughty to think about it but it gave her the option to daydream about what it could be if even one of the Slytherins was still interested in her, outside of the vacation mood. Hermione closed her eyes and let her drift away, thinking about grey eyes, skilled hands, strong arms and a sinful smirk.

Hermione stood in front of a mirror, putting on her chef's jacket and putting her hair in a low bun. A smirk formed on her face as she looked at herself. She was proud. Her own restaurant was finally opening. It had been a tiresome few months from the moment she had bought the premises on the edge of Diagon Alley. It had been very difficult to find the perfect spot. Hermione had a lot of things she had wanted to compromise on about the premise but the one thing she couldn't step away from was an entrance on the muggle side also.

Hermione walked into the beautiful restaurant. It was light and airy. A cream interior, a wooden floor that was gleaming. Chandeliers that lit up the rooms, cream linen table cloths. Hermione took a deep breath and smiled. It was hers. She couldn't wait to start.

The bell ringed above the door, Dean Thomas and Padma Patil came in. Dean had been working in a few muggle pubs after the idea of opening a pub with Seamus fell through. Seamus had chased after the love of his life and left Dean here with a pub that was already doomed from the start. Hermione had lured him into working with her after she had tasted his cocktail making skills. She had even bribed him with a lot of high end muggle liquor and the best wines and liquors the wizarding world had to offer. Dean had shook her hand and put in his resignation before the week was over.

Padma was her second in command. Padma had worked in another restaurant in Diagon Alley, but she quit when it became apparent that the head chef had wandering eyes and even worse, he couldn't hold his hands to himself. When Hermione interviewed her, a few sentences was all Hermione needed. Padma had a similar feel and idea on what she wanted to do. Hermione had even hired three house elves, to help in the kitchen to prep and make it look so much prettier. A few muggleborn witches were hired to work both sides of the restaurant.

After a full day of working in the restaurant, she apparated home. Slipping off her slippers and the pattering of little feet on the stone, made her smile and crouch down. "Aunti Mionee!"

A little girl was running towards her, as the girl collided with her and Hermione had to brace herself for impact. "Hello my sweet, where is your uncle?"

"Unca Ade is in the kitchen, trying to feed Marco. Unca Blaise and Draco are still not home but Unca Marcus was playing with me in the garden." Cecilia said before wrapping her arms around Hermione's neck.

"So here are my two princesses, I thought I lost you little one." Marcus said, softly kissing the top of Cecilia's head before leaning down to give Hermione a soft kiss. "Hello my love. How was the restaurant?"

Hermione couldn't help but grin. "It was awesome. Not a full house already but it was just so great."

Marcus slung his arm around her shoulders and guided her to the kitchen. "Tell us everything."

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are pulling into St- Pancreas station. Thank you for traveling with Eurostar and we hope to see you again soon." Hermione blinked, wiping the sleep out of her eyes.

Hermione sighed softly. "It can't hurt to dream."