A/N: So I've spent a few days out because I was busy, eating Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans and drinking Butterbeer, then I've spent today writing 3 or 4 chapters for this story so lets hope it's good. These chapter are the "How Hermione and Draco go together" chapters. It is going to take a while but I've skipped things I felt were necessary. Be patient, they don't get together overnight and I have to get rid of Harry and Ron first.

Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be mine which sucks.

Trouble at the Sweet Shop

Chapter 4

5 years previously...

"Hermione! We got in!" A 5 years younger Hermione was picked up and twirled around by Ron, they hadn't long won the war and Hermione had decided to return to Hogwarts to complete her Newts, she wanted to be a healer. She didn't need to go back for a full year which was why she was back home already, she took her NEWTS and passed with flying colours, now she was waiting to start her her job, she had been accepted to work at St. Mungos as a trainee healer. All 3 of the golden trio were offered the chance to join the auror department in the Ministry of Magic, and Harry and Ron had spent the morning taking test after test to fulfil their dream job.

"That's great news" She gave Ron a quick kiss of the lips before hugging Harry, she and Ron had been together for a whole month now, yes it only a month after the war and everyone was trying to get their lives back on track.

"When do you start?" She was very excited for them, they were going to be fantastic Aurors, she knew that she would have been great too but she wanted to help people in other ways, she didn't want to fight anymore. She wanted to help those who had fallen.

"Next week"

"That's great, I'm so happy for both of you" She sat back down at the table at the Weasley household. Since Fred and George had moved out, Hermione had taken their room and Harry shared with Ron. Mrs Weasley was happy to have them move in until they decided to find their own place.

The week passed by and the trio spent as much time as possible together, getting used to a life without drama was strange but they managed to have a great time. By the time Harry and Ron had started work, Hermione spent her final week of freedom with Mrs Weasley, looking after the house, which was fine until Mrs Weasley continuously spoke how "It's great practice for when you and Ron have move in together and have children." This scared her, yes she was into Ron but there was no way she was looking that far ahead. She was both nervous and excited but also a little worried for her boyfriend and best friend, she knew they were quite capable of this job, the past 7 years had told her that, but it was still dangerous and she just hoped her first patients weren't going to be them.

A week passed of Harry and Ron returning from work and telling the whole family what they had to do, it was like being 11 years old again and telling their parents of Hogwarts. Hermione knew she was going to be like this the following week and so it didn't bother her that it was all they talked about. _

The night before Hermione started her new job, she was sitting in her room, reading, when the door knocked.

"Yeah?" She put the book down as the door opened and standing there was Harry and Ron. She smiled and patted the bed, they sat down and looked at her, neither of them looked happy.

"Hermione, we've been offered a great opportunity, there's a cult of dark wizards in hiding and we've been chosen to investigate. An opportunity like this comes once in a lifetime. We could be spending years there, tracing them, going undercover. No trainee Aurors have been offered this spot before."

"Wow, that's amazing, are you taking it?"

"Well the job is in France and if we decide to go, we would leave soon." Hermione looked at the both of them, they were her life and she couldn't go to France with them, she was starting work tomorrow.

"How soon?" She looked at Ron and this time it was he that spoke instead of Harry.

"Friday!"

"FRIDAY? BUT THAT'S 3 DAYS AWAY!" Ron lent forward and put his arms around her, on that note Harry exited, these two had things to talk about. She looked down, how could she live if her best friend and new boyfriend weren't here? It could be years before she saw them again.

"Hermione, Harry's going, I'm undecided" She looked up.

"Why?"

"I've spent 7 years trying to get you, I don't want to lose that"

"Ron, you can't put your life on hold because of me, I want you to go. Maybe I can come and visit some time?" She smiled at him as her eyes watered, he kissed her on the nose.

"When I get back, no matter how long, I promise that we'll be together. Forever, I love you" That was unexpected, she didn't know how she felt about Ron yet, for her it was too soon to tell. She smiled and hugged him. She knew it crushed him that she didn't say it back but she just wasn't ready for that.

Hermione slept uneasy that night.

The next morning, Hermione woke and began to get ready, she pulled her hair back into a bun and put on her Healer's outfit. She didn't bother to wake anyone or say goodbye, her mind was still thinking of what had been said last night. She apparated the St. Mungos and up to the Reception, where she was told to sign in.

She was in a daydream throughout the induction and tour and was snapped back to reality when she was given her first patient.

"Healer Granger, this is your patient, he was just brought in, he has been poisoned, by what we do not yet know but he is clearly paralysed and unconscious at this moment, the potion may have taken sudden effect and he seems to have fallen and hit his head. We have a trained Healer working on an antidote, for now we want you to see if you can get any response out of him and clear up and bandage his head wound. Remember Miss Granger, no magic must be used, we do not the full extent of this potion yet so it must be done without spells." That was it? Talk to a patient? Some sort of job this is, but she walked in the room none-the-less. She put her clear protective gloves on and grabbed everything she needed to bandage his wound, she pulled back the curtain to find a blond haired 17 year old, blood staining his hair from where he had fell.

"Malfoy?"

A/N: Review? Sorry if it's a bit rubbish but stick with it and it'll get better.

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