Hermione arrived outside the Flaming Dragon, a bar Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy had opened shortly after the war. She paused for a moment looking up at the black and purple exterior before ascending the slate steps that led to the entrance of the bar. Hermione then entered the establishment looking for her two best friends. It didn't take long to find them, they were the only people in there aside from Draco who Harry was currently snogging while Ron was sat at the bar staring off into the distance, avoiding looking at the two making out in one of the leather booths.
"Hello," she called, Ron let out a relieved sigh, rising to give her a hug, while Draco and Harry pulled apart, their lips swollen, hair mused, and faces flushed.
"Thank Merlin you're here, I don't think I could have taken another hour of that," Ron said, waving his hand at the two men who were making their way towards them.
"Like we haven't seen you and Pansy do more than kissing," Draco smirked, Hermione nodded, Ron and Pansy had been caught many times in compromising positions since the pair had started dating a couple of years ago.
"Where is Pansy," she asked her friend, usually the pair were inseparable.
"She's in Paris for a fashion show," Ron informed, Pansy was a popular fashion designer.
"Did she approve of these outfits," she asked, both Harry and Ron were dressed in vibrant suits of plum and green with orange braces holding their pinstriped trousers up.
"Don't ever tell her I wore this outfit," Ron pleaded.
"It's ghastly," she told him.
"Tell Fred that, he insisted we wore them," Harry interjected.
"So who's Tweedledee and who's Tweedledum," she asked, taking a seat at the bar.
"I'm Tweedledee," they both said before glaring at each other.
"Tweedledum more like," Draco deadpanned as he stepped behind his bar, Hermione giggled.
"So why has Fred sent me here," she asked, watching as Draco prepared a cocktail.
"He thought you might be thirsty and had me develop the Wonderland cocktail just for you," Draco told her as he added different liqueurs, syrups and juices to an ice filled cocktail shaker. Hermione watched him shake the mixture before emptying the contents into a large balloon shaped glass. He then used wandless magic to separate the liquid into spirals of electric blue and violet that shimmered iridescently. He topped the cocktail with candyfloss and rock lollies before adding edible straws and flowers, it looked beautiful, wonderous, almost too good to try.
"Draco it looks amazing," she breathed taking the offered drink from him, she took a tentative sip, moaning in appreciation at the sweet refreshing flavour of the cocktail.
"God it's euphoric," she told him as she brought the straw to her mouth again.
"I know, it took me ages to prefect," Draco told her.
"Any of you want to spill the beans on why Fred has me apparating all over the country on our anniversary," she asked, casting her eyes to her friends who were still arguing over who was Tweedledee and who was Tweedledum.
"No can do Mione, we've been sworn to secrecy," Ron told her.
"He made you take an unbreakable vow," she asked.
"No, he threatened to use us as test subjects for every new product he invents if we blow your surprise," Harry confessed.
"So there is a surprise," she asked.
"I've shouldn't have said that" Harry muttered, reminding her of Hagrid.
"So where am I to go from here," she asked as she continued to drink her cocktail.
"That we can tell you," Ron nodded.
"The next destination is one you know well, Fred's sure you've had enough nonsense on this quest, so like all of us brits you are likely in need of more tea. The next place you're to go is simple you see, you must return to the home where you love of Lewis Carroll was born," Harry told her.
"He wants me to visit my parents next," she asked, Harry and Ron nodded, and Hermione sighed, her relationship with her parents had been strained since she restored their memories.
"Bottoms up, you need the liquid courage," Draco commented, if anyone understood troubled familial relationships it was him. Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy had not taken well to their heir declaring he was gay and that he would not be marrying the youngest Greengrass sister to produce and heir of his own. The fact that he then declared he was dating Harry who had recently come out as bisexual after a rocky on again, off again relationship with Ginny probably didn't help matters. As a result the three Malfoy's hadn't spoken to each other civilly in nearly four years.
"Thanks for the drink," she said, downing what was left in the glass in three large gulps.
"Anytime," Draco nodded, Hermione stood, hugged the three men tightly and took a deep breath before apparating herself to her childhood home.
