Hermione sat in her flat in muggle England. She too was 27, and shared a flat with her friend Isabelle. They'd met when Hermione vacationed in France. Isabelle was a squib, so naturally they hit it off pretty well. Isabelle then moved in with Hermione and became like a sister to her. They'd lived together 2 years after Hermione had graduated. She'd spent the first year living with her parents.
Hermione became a school teacher. She loved children so she thought this job would suit her. However, she did not forget about her other "life". Harry and Ron were still her best friends. Harry and Ron both had become Aurors a year after they'd graduated. Even with the Dark Lord gone, they were still some trying to finish what he started. Harry lived with Ginny, after proffessing their love for eachother. They've been together for so long they were inseperable. Ron was still a bachelor, living by himself. They were still best friends, after all these years. They still are The Golden Trio.
Hermoine too looked about the same. She was not very tall, compared to her other friends, standing at 5'5. Her hair was kept just past her shoulders, now with bangs. It was still a chocolate color, wavy, with curls here and there. Her skin was a soft brown, not too dark. She had her own natural beauty, but wore little makeup. She really didn't have anyone to impress, except Kyle. She'd known him when they were in Hogwarts. He was a year older though, and was in Hufflepuff. They'd seen eachother at a party Isabelle dragged her to and talked all night. They'd been together for about 2 and a half years, and was sure that'd he pop the question any time now. She loved him with all her heart, and it sort of scared because she never thought she could love that way again.
It was a beautiful summer day, so of course Hermione had no work. She did teach nightschool for adults wanting to improve their English.
Hermione had nothing to do that day. She decided that she would go and visit Kyle, maybe have some dinner. Just then Isabelle came through the door, throwing a pile of letters on the table.
"There's your mail. Most of it's junk, I looked through it. But I think there's something you might like," she said, smiling and walking away into her room.
Hermoine looked at her, curious to what she was talking about. Only one way of knowing she thought, getting up and heading to the kitchen where Isabelle left her mail. Junk, junk, hmm, a letter from Mum, junk, bill, Hogwarts? A smile crept onto her face. Hogwarts. She missed it very much. The people, the atmosphere of being there. She went there at least once a year with Harry and Ron to visit the proffessors. She took the letter and ripped it open.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
I see it's been 10 years since the Hogwart's class of 2004 has seen eachother has a whole class. It would be my pleasure to have you at our Hogwart's Class Reunion this Saturday at 5 o'clock in the evening. This ceremony will be held in the Great Hall as a dinner-dance. Please, it would be so nice to have you spend this time with all of us here at Hogwarts.
It'll be a black tie ceremony, so please, dress your best. I hope to see you there, as it would be a shame not to see our former Head Girl.
Sincerly,
Proffessor Albus Dumbledore
As she read the letter, excitement spilled all throughout her body. She was going back. Going back to what she knew as her second home. She would see all the proffessors, all the Gryffindors, and Dr--. She stopped herself, realizing who she'd be seeing. Would he be there? Even after 10 years, she knew that he hated things the school put together so they could "bond" with the other houses. But this isn't a bonding experience, really. It's a reunion. She didn't know what to do. Not once in the 10 years since they'd last seen eachother that she'd thought of him. Well, she did think of him, but not recently. She thought how she missed him, what he was doing, if he was happy with what he was doing. She hadn't thought that well, since she's been with Kyle. Oh dear, how could I have forgotten? Kyle did go to a reunion just one year ago. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting such a thing. But, would he be there? she thought. She reread the letter. I hope to see you there, as it would be a shame not to see our former Head Girl. She knew she had to go. How irresponsible of her not to go. She knew that Draco was thinking the same. Well, maybe. But all she knew was that she was going, and that he would be there too.
That scared her. To see Draco. The last time she ever saw him was when he was getting inside the car to leave for the Malfoy Manor the day of their graduation. They'd broken up the day before, and she couldn't bear to look at him the whole graduation ceremony, scared that she'd start crying. She finally got the guts to look at him one last time. She searched for him outside, where the others were getting congradulated by their friends and families. Then she saw him, right at the entrance. He was letting his mother get into the car first, turned to look at the school one last time, then he saw her. She stood there, looking at him. He couldn't look more handsome she thought. They looked at eachother for only about 5 seconds, but it seemed like forever. He then turned away, got into the car, and drove away from her. Then she started to cry. She, afterall, was the one that said good bye. But I didn't mean it. she thought.
"So, are you going?" asked Isabelle from behind her.
Hermione jumped a little. "Gosh, never do that again."
"Relax. So, are you going?" Isabelle asked again.
"Of course I'm going. Why wouldn't I go?" Hermione asked, putting the invitation back into the envelope.
"Because Draco will be there," Isabelle said. Hermione, of course, told her about their past.
"Yes, I know that. But, what's done is done. I'm happy here with Kyle, and I'm sure wherever he is he's happy too. That's just stupid, me not going just because he'll also be attending," Hermione said, trying to convince Isabelle that she didn't care that Draco was going.
"Whatever you say, Mione. So what are you going to wear?" Isabelle asked excitedly. She was, afterall, from France and was way into fashion. She was a very beautiful girl who knew how to take care of her appearance.
Later that night, Hermoine headed over to Kyle's place. He shared an apartment with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. He had called her over for dinner and she decided that she would tell him about the reunion. She was a bit upset that he couldn't go along with her. She knew it would be sort of rude, bringing her boyfriend when that one day should be focused on Hogwarts and they people in her year that went there. But, she guessed she just needed him there for when she would see Draco.
"Hey," he said, as he opened the door and planted a kiss on her forehead. He led her in and she sat down, helping herself to a glass of wine. "Dinner will be ready in about 10." He went into the kitched to check on whatever he was cooking. She looked at him and smiled. Wow, do I love this man. she thought. It was hard not to. He was a hard-working man who deserved everything he had. He stood just underneath 5'10. He had light brown hair and green eyes, that made Hermione smile because they reminded her of Harry. Harry and Ron loved him as well. They knew she picked just the right guy for her. Her parents loved him, too, asking him when he would ask her to marry him whenever they got together. He'd laugh it off and tell them not to worry about it.
"So, anything new happen today?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. I got my Hogwarts Reunion letter today," she told him, taking a sip of wine.
"That's great. When is it?" he asked.
"This coming Saturday. I guess I'll just apparate to Hogsmeade and talk a walk over there," she said, getting up to help him bring the food to the table.
"Mm, sounds nice."
"How about you, anything new happen?" she asked him, already starting on her dinner. She looked up at him, him staring at her. "What?" she asked.
"Hermione, I love you," he said, taking a hold of her left hand. "I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone. I feel like, everything I've done before was just rubbish, until now. Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" he asked, pulling out a 14-karot diamond ring.
She looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." He put the ringer on her finger and lifted her up for a kiss. Hermione couldn't have been happier. She was going to marry the man she loved, who wouldn't be happy? But as soon and he'd put the ring on her finger, the only thing she saw in her mind was Draco.
Hermione became a school teacher. She loved children so she thought this job would suit her. However, she did not forget about her other "life". Harry and Ron were still her best friends. Harry and Ron both had become Aurors a year after they'd graduated. Even with the Dark Lord gone, they were still some trying to finish what he started. Harry lived with Ginny, after proffessing their love for eachother. They've been together for so long they were inseperable. Ron was still a bachelor, living by himself. They were still best friends, after all these years. They still are The Golden Trio.
Hermoine too looked about the same. She was not very tall, compared to her other friends, standing at 5'5. Her hair was kept just past her shoulders, now with bangs. It was still a chocolate color, wavy, with curls here and there. Her skin was a soft brown, not too dark. She had her own natural beauty, but wore little makeup. She really didn't have anyone to impress, except Kyle. She'd known him when they were in Hogwarts. He was a year older though, and was in Hufflepuff. They'd seen eachother at a party Isabelle dragged her to and talked all night. They'd been together for about 2 and a half years, and was sure that'd he pop the question any time now. She loved him with all her heart, and it sort of scared because she never thought she could love that way again.
It was a beautiful summer day, so of course Hermione had no work. She did teach nightschool for adults wanting to improve their English.
Hermione had nothing to do that day. She decided that she would go and visit Kyle, maybe have some dinner. Just then Isabelle came through the door, throwing a pile of letters on the table.
"There's your mail. Most of it's junk, I looked through it. But I think there's something you might like," she said, smiling and walking away into her room.
Hermoine looked at her, curious to what she was talking about. Only one way of knowing she thought, getting up and heading to the kitchen where Isabelle left her mail. Junk, junk, hmm, a letter from Mum, junk, bill, Hogwarts? A smile crept onto her face. Hogwarts. She missed it very much. The people, the atmosphere of being there. She went there at least once a year with Harry and Ron to visit the proffessors. She took the letter and ripped it open.
Dear Miss Hermione Granger,
I see it's been 10 years since the Hogwart's class of 2004 has seen eachother has a whole class. It would be my pleasure to have you at our Hogwart's Class Reunion this Saturday at 5 o'clock in the evening. This ceremony will be held in the Great Hall as a dinner-dance. Please, it would be so nice to have you spend this time with all of us here at Hogwarts.
It'll be a black tie ceremony, so please, dress your best. I hope to see you there, as it would be a shame not to see our former Head Girl.
Sincerly,
Proffessor Albus Dumbledore
As she read the letter, excitement spilled all throughout her body. She was going back. Going back to what she knew as her second home. She would see all the proffessors, all the Gryffindors, and Dr--. She stopped herself, realizing who she'd be seeing. Would he be there? Even after 10 years, she knew that he hated things the school put together so they could "bond" with the other houses. But this isn't a bonding experience, really. It's a reunion. She didn't know what to do. Not once in the 10 years since they'd last seen eachother that she'd thought of him. Well, she did think of him, but not recently. She thought how she missed him, what he was doing, if he was happy with what he was doing. She hadn't thought that well, since she's been with Kyle. Oh dear, how could I have forgotten? Kyle did go to a reunion just one year ago. She mentally slapped herself for forgetting such a thing. But, would he be there? she thought. She reread the letter. I hope to see you there, as it would be a shame not to see our former Head Girl. She knew she had to go. How irresponsible of her not to go. She knew that Draco was thinking the same. Well, maybe. But all she knew was that she was going, and that he would be there too.
That scared her. To see Draco. The last time she ever saw him was when he was getting inside the car to leave for the Malfoy Manor the day of their graduation. They'd broken up the day before, and she couldn't bear to look at him the whole graduation ceremony, scared that she'd start crying. She finally got the guts to look at him one last time. She searched for him outside, where the others were getting congradulated by their friends and families. Then she saw him, right at the entrance. He was letting his mother get into the car first, turned to look at the school one last time, then he saw her. She stood there, looking at him. He couldn't look more handsome she thought. They looked at eachother for only about 5 seconds, but it seemed like forever. He then turned away, got into the car, and drove away from her. Then she started to cry. She, afterall, was the one that said good bye. But I didn't mean it. she thought.
"So, are you going?" asked Isabelle from behind her.
Hermione jumped a little. "Gosh, never do that again."
"Relax. So, are you going?" Isabelle asked again.
"Of course I'm going. Why wouldn't I go?" Hermione asked, putting the invitation back into the envelope.
"Because Draco will be there," Isabelle said. Hermione, of course, told her about their past.
"Yes, I know that. But, what's done is done. I'm happy here with Kyle, and I'm sure wherever he is he's happy too. That's just stupid, me not going just because he'll also be attending," Hermione said, trying to convince Isabelle that she didn't care that Draco was going.
"Whatever you say, Mione. So what are you going to wear?" Isabelle asked excitedly. She was, afterall, from France and was way into fashion. She was a very beautiful girl who knew how to take care of her appearance.
Later that night, Hermoine headed over to Kyle's place. He shared an apartment with his brother and his brother's girlfriend. He had called her over for dinner and she decided that she would tell him about the reunion. She was a bit upset that he couldn't go along with her. She knew it would be sort of rude, bringing her boyfriend when that one day should be focused on Hogwarts and they people in her year that went there. But, she guessed she just needed him there for when she would see Draco.
"Hey," he said, as he opened the door and planted a kiss on her forehead. He led her in and she sat down, helping herself to a glass of wine. "Dinner will be ready in about 10." He went into the kitched to check on whatever he was cooking. She looked at him and smiled. Wow, do I love this man. she thought. It was hard not to. He was a hard-working man who deserved everything he had. He stood just underneath 5'10. He had light brown hair and green eyes, that made Hermione smile because they reminded her of Harry. Harry and Ron loved him as well. They knew she picked just the right guy for her. Her parents loved him, too, asking him when he would ask her to marry him whenever they got together. He'd laugh it off and tell them not to worry about it.
"So, anything new happen today?" he asked.
"Oh yeah. I got my Hogwarts Reunion letter today," she told him, taking a sip of wine.
"That's great. When is it?" he asked.
"This coming Saturday. I guess I'll just apparate to Hogsmeade and talk a walk over there," she said, getting up to help him bring the food to the table.
"Mm, sounds nice."
"How about you, anything new happen?" she asked him, already starting on her dinner. She looked up at him, him staring at her. "What?" she asked.
"Hermione, I love you," he said, taking a hold of her left hand. "I don't think I've ever felt this way about anyone. I feel like, everything I've done before was just rubbish, until now. Hermione Granger, will you marry me?" he asked, pulling out a 14-karot diamond ring.
She looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes. "Yes. Yes, I'll marry you." He put the ringer on her finger and lifted her up for a kiss. Hermione couldn't have been happier. She was going to marry the man she loved, who wouldn't be happy? But as soon and he'd put the ring on her finger, the only thing she saw in her mind was Draco.