Dear Mi,
We heard you were in the country again after your time away in America. According to Luna you have a case here. Me and Ron were hoping that some time we could meet up again.
It's been nearly 4 years now since we last saw you and we really miss you.
We would really love it if you would meet us at the Leaky Cauldron 4:00 Sunday if you were feeling up to it. Please let us know soon.
Harry and Ron
She sighed as she read it. Hermione knew that sooner or later this would happen. She just wasn't ready for it now.
As soon as she left Britain she had basically started an entire other life. She now had a husband, a daughter and was once again pregnant.
After the war, she had only stayed a few weeks to attend all of the many funerals. The one that hit her the hardest, though, was Neville's.
He didn't deserve to be hit by that curse. Of course, no one did, but Neville especially - as Bellatrix duelled Hermione, the evil bitch somehow managed to disarm her, and just as she was about to be hit by the killing curse, Neville jumped in front of her, sacrificing himself.
As she sat on her bed, engrossed in her own thoughts, strong arms snaked around her waist, startling her.
"Hey babe, you're home early," she remarked, turning around to look at him.
"I missed you too fucking much," came the rich voice of Draco Malfoy.