It was the weekend. Hermione never had anything to do on the weekends. Limited funds and transportation made it difficult, not to mention the fact that she didn't have any friends. How had she let Draco convince her that Harry and Ron didn't care about her. Of course her little mistake hadn't helped the fact the she didn't think Harry cared about her. Then there was Ginny, it took her all those years to finally set then up and she ruins all the friendships over a night of sex. It wasn't even that great. Well the sex wasn't, the before the sex was. It was better than Draco. The actual sex part was lacking, well he was lacking, in comparison to Draco. 'Yeah Hermione that's the way to think. Draco was a good lay and nothing else, ten years of good lay's. Now you can't even get a guy to look twice, hell you can't even get a guy to look once. The hope that Snape had any interest quickly dwindled when I ran into him in the hall. You'd think I was still a student out after curfew the way he acted.' Her parents were actually home so she could get away for awhile. Of course she had to use excuses, going to the grocery store, fill your car up with gas, etc. She had begun to do more muggle things with the kids, taking them to the local playground, going to feed the ducks. She didn't know anyone in the area anymore. She had stopped knowing them at 11. Hogwarts had become her life. She never minded though. She saw the college and decided to drive through. She, Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville had started hanging out at the lake on the campus when they were in their last year at Hogwarts. The all received their apparation licenses and had found this cozy spot the summer before their seventh year. They would all apparate, Neville had to help Ginny, and then sit on the picnic tables, eat muggle food and just be happy. Everyone called them the Dream Team. They joked about it but they knew that most of their accomplishments happened because of, as Mcgonagall said, shear dumb luck. She saw the lake in the distance and some very familiar looking shapes on the picnic tables. Hermione took a chance and stopped the car.

"Can anyone join this little party?" Hermione didn't even try to sound hopeful.

"Depends, are you a member of the Dream Team?" They hadn't even looked at her yet. Neville just asked the question looking out over the lake.

"Well, I was, I've been whipped up on a little bit, I guess I would be Dream Whip now. Is that close enough?" They looked at each other, they new what she had been through, they new that she had really loved him. They handed her a Coke.

"So what's going on?"

"Where should I begin?"

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A/N : If only this would really happen. Advocadoes, I need you! Two months with no word from "Draco" and still counting. When will I stop counting?