"Apocalypse? Hell froze over? You aren't working?"

Hermione looked up to see Harry. She had been digging through her closet, looking for something decent to wear for the reunion. So far, she had no luck. She wasn't sure why she cared. After all, it wasn't like he would show up. Not that she was going for him of course...

"Taking a breather." She swept a bit of hair away from her face as Harry came to help her up. She dusted off the bits of clothes that had gotten on her and gestured her guest to the sofas in the living room. "Would you like some tea?"

"No, I'm fine. Actually, I came to ask how you are."

"I'm fine. Why?" She got up to fix herself a bit of tea.

"I hear Draco is looking for you."

She suddenly dropped the teacup and pot in her hand, leaving it to crash on her wooden floor. "Oh dear." She swiftly cleaned it with her wand and took a seat next to Harry. "Oh dear."

"Would it have anything to do with that miscarriage?"

During the time of the miscarriage, she was completely instable and needed support. She turned to her two oldest friends for support, so Ron and Harry were there every step of the way. "I wrote him a letter telling him everything."

"And you are hiding from him because?"

She looked down at her hands, as if they were the most fascinating things in the world.

"Hermione!"

"I don't think I'm quite ready to face him..."

Harry lifted her chin with his hand, wiping her tears away. "You're afraid he might not love you huh?"

She wiped her fast falling tears as well, grabbing for a few tissues. "It makes no sense. What made him to damn special that I care?"

"Could it be that you love him, unlike the rest of the people you dated."

"I love you and Ron."

"You know what I mean."

She threw her hands into the air. "This is simply ridiculous, I'm holding onto a relationship that ended two years ago!"

"You were and are in love with him."

She looked away and got back up. "I suppose I am. But how can I go back to him? Both of us are relationship-phobic."

"Were. You both WERE afraid of commitment. But it has been two years. I mean you changed your mind, what makes you think he didn't?"

"Because this is thick-headed, stubborn Draco."

Harry chuckled.

"This isn't a laughing matter!"

"You do know you share those trait with him right?" Harry pointed out.

"I suppose... I just don't know... I don't care!" She let out in frustration.

"And I suppose that you normally tear your closet inside out for people you don't care about right?"

"Yes." She grumbled under her breath. She took a seat next to him and put her head on her hands. "I should just give up. What's the point?"

"You do it because you care about him, and you care what he might think about you, and if you still finds you desirable, beautiful."

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Have you been taking psychology classes again?"

Harry put up his arms in defense. "I pick up the chicks there."

Hermione swatted him. "That's not funny. Girls are not little birds that lay eggs."

"Fine, I met Gabby there."

Hermione lifted her eyebrows in interest. "Oh, this wouldn't be Fleur's little sister, the one you claimed you had fallen in love with since she turned legal."

"Hey, it works. And she's nice. Wait, how do you know..."

"I ran into her last week. Funny that I hear this news from her instead of my BEST FRIEND?"

"To my defense, you have like a billion private security details."

"All in which you can pass because you are on the list. Whatever, why are you here?"

Harry suddenly jumped up, surprising Hermione as he grabbed her arm. "I have a surprise for you." He then proceeded to pull out a box.

"What is..." Hermione held up a beautiful vintage green dress made by Valentino. "I can't believe you got me this..."

"You like it?"

"It's breathtaking! How did you..."

"Remember that night we were watching E!, the special about Jennifer Garner? And then you saw the dress she wore to that one award show, jumped up and screamed, "MY GOD THAT DRESS IS GORGEOUS!!! Well, I did some research and found the exact dress in green since I knew that it was your favorite color." He handed her the dress.

She pulled her for the hug, crushing the dress in the process. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, you have no idea what this means to me!!!"

Harry grabbed her before she fell. "So I guess you're ready for tomorrow."

"Appearance-wise, yes. Emotionally, not quite sure." She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "You made my day."

"Nervous?"

Draco looked up at his best friend, and grumbled. "Nervous isn't in my vocabulary."

Blaise unfolded his arms as he walked towards Draco. "That would be why you changed dress robes forty-seven times in the last hour right?"

"I always do this before a big event."

"One in which you wouldn't have gone to if I hadn't show up with the letter?" Perked up a feminine voice belonging to Ginny. "Thank God I have a sense of fashion." She leaned over and picked up a black and green dress robe with silver trimmings. "Slytherin-like with the features that bring out your eyes."

"Err, thanks?" Draco said, taking the dress robe from her, looking at it from the mirror. She was right.

"Why would wizarding worlds more eligible bachelor be worried about some small little Hogwarts reunion I wonder? Oh, I can see the headlines now." Blaise teased, as Ginny hit him.

"Don't you see, he's worried, just like Harry said he would be."

Draco swiftly turned around. "What about Potter?"

Ginny rolled her eyes as she circled her arms around Blaise's left arm. "He visited Hermione yesterday and she was doing pretty much the same thing you are. All freaked out. He bought her the dress she's going to wear tonight."

Draco went silent. "There wouldn't be a chance that she is..."

"Harry and Hermione?" Ginny laughed. "I think after a week they called it quits and stayed best friends. Although it is a different story with Fleur's sister."

"Gabriella?"

"Yeah, how did you know?"

Draco sighed. "Because I dated her about three months ago. I think it lasted four days before we found out we had no connection. I still talk to her though. Must have slipped her mind to mention she's dating Potter."

"Well anyway, we better be going. Did you want to make that wonderful little entrance with the white horse carriages or not?" Blaise said, putting their little conversation to a halt.

Draco looked up at the clock. "Yes, the carriages will be waiting outside Hogwarts. All we have to do is Portkey into the carriage." He pulled a beautiful velvet box.

Ginny gasped. "Draco, that wouldn't be..."

"Let's go." Draco then forced Blaise and Ginny to touch it, as they sooner found themselves in the carriage.

As the carriage moved, Ginny kept prodding in. "Don't tell you plan on..."

"I don't know what I plan to do. But whatever results by the end of the night, she will be coming home with me."

Ginny went silent and Blaise gasped. "You got her to shut up. My God man." He shook his hand. "God bless you..."

She hit him over the head. "Do you know how unbelievably romantic this all is?"

The carriage pulled over as they got out. Oh what a night it would be.