Starting Over

Chapter Two



Eleven years have passed since I graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As I received 12 O.W.L.S, claimed the position of Prefect in my fifth to sixth year and was the Head Girl in my seventh year, letters to join the ministry came in my way.

But I decided to teach Transfiguration at Hogwarts. It wasn't that I was devoted to Transfiguration but something inside me compelled me to stay in the castle.

Ever since Ron died, I had never been the same. Even Harry could not cheer me up. It was in our sixth year that I realized that I have always liked Ron as more than a friend. Despite our petty fights to our heated arguments, I have loved him in a way that I will never love someone else again.

People might think that it's not like "Ms. Perfect Hermione Granger" to fall in love. But they never understood me. They never knew me. Only Ron did. Ron understood me in a way that Harry can't. But now he's gone and I can never ever have the chance to tell him that.

I was now on a trip to Hogsmeade. I was in the Three Broomsticks with Hagrid, our gamekeeper and Penelope Clearwater, Percy Weasley's wife and another teacher in Hogwarts. I had always felt a special bond between Penelope and I since we both love two men with red hair and freckles and of course, who are brothers. The only difference was that, the other one was still alive.

"A small gillywater."

"That would be mine, thank you." Penelope said as Madam Rosmerta plunked a tankard in front of her.

"Four pints of mulled mead."

"Ta, Rosmerta." Hagrid replied as he took it from her.

"And this must be yours, Butterbeer." She said and placed the tankard in front of me.

I could distinctly remember, exactly fifteen years ago, I was sitting in this bar, sharing the same drink with both Harry and Ron, having a good time, chatting and laughing. I bit my lip and tried to focus on Hagrid saying something.

"-the other time when Professor Sprout replanted those Mandrakes, I completely forgot to put on earmuffs and I was conked out for six days. When I-" I stopped listening. I just wasn't in the mood. I heaved a small sigh as I raised the tankard to my lips.

I was still hurting from losing Ron. I wish that there was a way to bring back the time we've wasted fighting and arguing. Sometimes I wish that he could've left me something. But I know he wouldn't have. Of course he didn't know he was going to die.

I mulled things over as I silently drank my Butterbeer. Suddenly a sudden breeze ruffled my hair. The door opened. I watched a tall man came in. His platinum blond hair and pointed nose seemed familiar. I watched him as his long, black robes billow as he walked forward.

"My usual." His voice had an imperial tone. I knew there was something about this man.

"Here you go, a red current rum, Mr. Malfoy." Madam Rosmerta said as she handed him his drink.

My head began to spin. It was Draco Malfoy!



*This is a short chapter. I'm sorry if it's unorganized. I'll edit it anyway, somewhere in the future. Thanks for reading. Please review.