Hello all! It's been years since I submit any story to . I am starting to write again because I've been inspired by many stories here. Apologize if there was some incorrect information or grammar, also if there's other stories with similar ideas. I am opposed to plagiarism, so please let me know if you think my story looked perfectly the same with others.

Also, this story is post-Hogwarts. 8 years after Harry beat Voldemort to be exact. The plot is mostly similar with the books and movies, but ignoring the 19 years later. So all pairings are not the same as in the epilogue.

I am planning to make all the characters stayed in characters. But as story developed, and since it will be 8 years after wars, of course there will be some character development. I wish it is up to your liking.

Lastly, I don't own Harry Potter.

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She glanced at her surroundings, witches and wizards were coming and going, the inter-department memo was still the old paper plane, but the air inside the ministry felt different. Better than the first time she came, granted the first one was to barged in to the department of ministry and ended up stealing the prophecy (not stealing, she kept reminding herself, it was belonged to Harry), and the second one was to infiltrate the ministry by illegal action. She chuckled at herself, no wonder the ministry felt intimidating because she knew she's doing something illegal.

She looked at her watch, she still had another 10 minute before Harry joined her for lunch. She stirred her tea absentmindedly, the constant buzzing from the paper plane, the swoosh from the fireplace, and the nice soothing music (that's a nice addition) lulled her. She closed her eyes, enjoying the ordinary, and almost drifted off to sleep when she felt someone's holding her shoulder.

By reflex, she reached to her sidearm, before she heard the familiar voice, "Wrong weapon, Hermione."

She blinked, once, twice. Then she saw his face, "Harry." She sighed, cursing herself of lowering her guard and almost fell asleep.

"What happened, Hermione? You looked so tired you almost hit your head on the table." Harry took a seat beside her, hugged her shoulder with his left hand, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

"Just the usual, work." She sighed as she leaned on him. This is nice, she thought.

"Have you ordered lunch?" he asked. She answered a simple no, Harry called one of the waiter and ordered them some food.

He glanced at his best friend, she had her eyes closed again. She must be very tired, Harry mused.

Even when their food arrived, Hermione didn't stir. Having been her makeshift pillow from years of friendship, Harry didn't find any difficulty to eat while having her rest on his shoulder. He casted a simple charm to muffle the sound around them, letting her rest.

He ate his lunch while acknowledging some of his colleague who greeted him albeit he cannot hear their voice. One man in particular, sat two rows from them, looked at the pair intently. He finished his lunch and put some galleons for his food, and slowly walked out of the cafeteria, making a beeline toward the elevator.

By the time Harry's done with his lunch, Hermione's still asleep. He took his pocket watch, and realized he only had 5 minutes to return to his office. He unwillingly undo the charm and nudged the witch. "Hermione," he called. Her eyelid fluttered, but she didn't open her eyes. "Hermione" he shook her shoulders gently this time. She didn't budge. Hermione was never a heavy sleeper, this made him worry.

"Hermione." He called louder now. She didn't even stirred. Afraid of making commotion in the atrium, he scooped his best friend up, saw Lowe, one of his colleague, nearby and called him to help him carry Hermione's belonging.

He dashed toward the elevator, "Wait!" He shouted as the door was about to close.

One pale hand stopping the door, allowing Harry to get on shouting the floor to his office.

"Thank you," he said, "Malfoy." He continued after realizing who'd helped him holding the lift.

"What's wrong with Granger?" He drawled.

"I cannot wake her." Harry replied.

As weird as it might seem, Harry and Draco had come to understanding. They didn't consider one another as friend, just colleagues. Both working for ministry, but different department that rarely had to cooperate. They exchange nod and greetings whenever they met and always remained civil whenever they attend a gathering or event held by ministry. Both were also a part of ministry's Quidditch team, Harry as seeker and Draco as chaser. Surprisingly they teamed up very well.

Draco Malfoy looked at the complexion of the female witch, he cleared his throat to get Harry's attention, and when he acknowledged him, he gestured he'd like to perform diagnostic spell. Harry just nodded. But when he was about to lift his wand, the elevator doors opened and some people rushed inside, making it difficult. Some ministry workers glanced at Harry and smiled, though most of them didn't hide their curiosity upon seeing Hermione Granger's being carried. Harry sighed, the office gossip will be unbearable.

When Harry reached the 2nd floor, Malfoy and Lowe was behind him. He laid her on the couch in his office, Malfoy quickly performed the diagnostic spell but something was blocking his spell. He repeated three more times.

"What happened?" Harry's looking at Malfoy.

Spending 2 years doing social work at Saint Mungo's made Draco quite familiar with basic healing and diagnostic spell, so he was quite confident with his ability.

He tried casting reviving spell but it didn't make any difference. Curious, he moved closer to her face, so close that Harry almost pulled his collar, but then he tilted his face and Harry knew he was trying to check her breathing.

"I think you better take her to Saint Mungo's. I don't know what bounced my diagnostic spell. Unless you are sure no one hit her with curse of gave her potion to cause her in this condition, she could simply be fallen asleep." He stated, not even believing himself.

Harry almost cursed himself, "Lowe, go to the cafeteria and take the tea cup from where I sit before." Lowe nodded before rushing out. Harry just hoped he made it in time.

"Go." Draco advised him, "I'll wait for Lowe."

Harry nodded, once again taking Hermione to his arms, and walked toward the fireplace. Draco helped him with the floo powder, and with the swoosh of green flame, both figures disappeared from the head of DMLE's office. Leaving Draco Malfoy alone.

He took a seat on the couch occupied by Hermione earlier, and thought hard on what could be happening. He saw her since she came to the cafeteria and ordered a cup of tea. But he was sure she didn't take a sip of her tea. He was sure, because he had been watching her intently. He almost ran to hold her when her head almost hit the table, but Harry beat him to it. He didn't tell this to Harry to avoid any misunderstanding.

As much as they were now civil toward one another, he knew Harry was especially protective toward the brunette witch. Even though said witch was more than capable of defending herself. But perhaps Harry was right to be overprotective. Something happened to her, and Draco wasn't quite sure why he was so concern as well.

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The mediwitch and healers were rushing toward him and then levitating Hermione to one of examination room. Harry sent 2 patronuses, informing Bill and the rest of the Weasleys on what happened with Hermione, before he followed them.

One of the healer took detailed note on Harry's explanation. He recited what happened and what had they done to help reviving his best friend in a calm manner. He was worried to death, for not knowing what happened with Hermione. But being a head of auror and now the head of DMLE, he had to keep his temper in check and remained calm all the time. Something that Hermione's used to tease him a lot, knowing his temper. Harry smiled sadly, glancing every now and then to the witch who had been loyal to him.

A loud alarm jolted him, and he turned around. The healers and mediwitch shouting to each other, giving order and directions.

"What happened?" Harry asked urgently.

"I'm not sure. We will let you know later, please wait outside." She said, ushering Harry to leave the room.

"No." he said firmly. "I won't bother you, I will stand in the corner, I won't say or ask anything, but I will not leave this room."

She was about to argue, but she then sighed. "Okay."

"Thank you." And that was what Harry could say.

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Ginevra Weasley ran on the corridor toward the emergency ward of Saint Mungo's. Luna was right behind her. The security warned them but they both ignored him, she reached the information table, demanding to know where Hermione Granger was. The woman behind the table inform her calmly that Hermione Granger was still being examined and no one was allowed to enter. Amy Hodgins was used to these situation, after all she had been attended the information desk for 10 years. Nevertheless, the occurrence today was not an everyday treat, she saw not one, but four war heroes rushing to the emergency room. She saw Hermione Granger being carried by Harry Potter. Oh how she excited to tell her husband on what happened today.

Ginny was about to leapt toward the examination room, when she felt Luna's hand on her shoulder. The blonde girl just shook her head slowly. She released the red hair witch and took a seat on one of the nearby chairs. She looked at her friend expectantly, and Ginny knew that there was nothing she could do but wait with her. Resigned, she took a seat nearby.

"I should tell Ron. He was at the shop with George." Ginny said, she needed to do something, anything to distract her. Luna nodded as Ginny produced her own patronus.

Luna casted her own as well, notifying partner, Rolf, that she was at Saint Mungo's.

They waited for like hours, in fact it was just 20 minutes later when Harry came out the examination room and met them. He looked exhausted, but he smiled when he saw both of them.

"She's okay", he said while taking a seat.

"What happened?" Ginny urged.

"That is what they don't know?" Harry said. "The healer said something drained her life force, but then it's all stop all of sudden. She was awake and she looked fine. The healer said she was fine too, nothing wrong with the reading and all her blood works. I asked them to test it, thrice." Harry explained tiredly.

"It's a good thing, right?" even when she said that she knew it was not.

"I don't know, Gin. If we don't know what makes her sleep like that and what revive her, we can only wait if this is just a one-time situation, or it will occur again."

"What does Hermione think about this?" Luna asked suddenly.

Harry looked at her, "I think she know something, but as always she didn't want to share it until she's sure."

Harry cover his face with his hands, "It's the same thing like when we were on our second year. She didn't tell us anything because she was not sure and made herself get petrified. Lucky we can revive her. But I think we used up all of our luck when we face Riddle."

Ginny looked down, she always felt bad whenever the incident with Basilisk was mentioned. She knew she was not at fault, but she could not help it. She was lost in thought so she was alarmed when Luna shouted, "Hermione."

Then she saw her, Hermione look as healthy as she always be. She smiled at all of them, "Please don't tell me you informed all the Weasleys simply because I've fallen asleep during our lunch?"

"You do know you're not just 'fallen asleep', Hermione." Harry looked at her sternly.

"Pish posh, Potter. I was just tired. Lots to do at the office. Still have to go back and forth to Greece as well for some project. Even the healers said I'm okay." She sighed.

"But they also said they don't know what drained your life force. And it's not common situation as one only fall asleep." Harry said firmly.

"I was just tired." Hermione insisted.

"I think you know that it's not true."

"I think she's been cursed." Said Luna. Effectively ended the quarrel between Harry and Hermione.

"I'm not." Hermione rolled her eyes.

"How could you be sure?" Ginny asked.

"Because I'm fine, Gin. I know well what curses can do."

"Do me a favor and spend the night here for observation." Harry pleaded.

"But they released me, Harry. They said I'm free to go. I'm as healthy as you are." She smiled again, sitting beside him. "Please, I just want to go back. I've used up my lunch hours and now I'm late for whatever waiting for me at the office."

"No, you will return home, not to the office."

"I can't Harry. It's still my office hour, I need to go back."

"Use your sick leave."

Hermione stared at Ginny, "I can't. And I cannot use my annual leave as well on this short notice."

"Why you can't use your sick leaves?"

"I really need to go. I'll see you later?" Hermione said abruptly, as if she wanted to avoid Luna's question.

"I'll come with you." Harry said firmly, Hermione knew she cannot change his mind. So she just nodded while waving goodbye to both women.

"She's definitely hiding something." Ginny muttered.

Luna walked toward the information table when George and Ron showed up. She knew Ginny will explain what happen, so she asked the older woman, "Excuse me, could you please check when the last time Hermione Granger was checked in Saint Mungo's before today?"

Amy nodded and accio-ed her registration book, "For this month? She was here almost every 2 days, but not to the emergency room. She came for an appointment with Healer Wood."

"And what does Healer Wood specialized at?"

"Curses, spell, and artifact accident." She answered.

"Thank you." Luna hummed, "Could I also booked an appointment with Healer Wood?"

"Certainly. If I may have your name and when do you want your appointment to be?"

"Luna Lovegood, today will be good."

"Today is his day off, perhaps tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow it is." Luna smiled sweetly.

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