DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter.

SUMMARY: The war is over and Hermione is left alone filled with only her grief. But when Ancient Magic comes into play, Hermione finds herself no longer walking alone. SBHG Pre-HBP and staying that way!

"Molly! I've got to ask you your question first!"

"Arthur, really, this is just silly…"

"What do you like me to call you when we're alone together?"

Even by the dim light of the lantern….against the bowl.

"Mollywobbles," whispered a mortified Mrs. Weasley into the crack at the edge of the door.

-- The Weasley's, HP and the HBP

Chapter 2: Unknown Visitor

Hermione woke to the warm sunlight streaming through her window. She stretched to loosen some of her muscles that always protested quick movements early in the morning after a strenuous night. In the morning light, she barely recalled the exact memories of the dream. She did, however, remember the past. That was one thing she feared she would never forget.

She forced herself out of the bed to start another day. She went along with her usual routine: looking out the small window at the lifeless streets, showering, the basic necessities of the morning, then choosing a boring outfit so as not to draw any attention to herself. She was happy being invisible.

Today she donned a pair of dull grey slacks and a white sweater. She pulled her hair back into a ponytail after drying it the muggle way, ignoring the wand calling to her from inside her dresser drawer. Magic was a part of the past.

She picked up her purse and headed down the dainty stairs to the tiny kitchen that was part of the small sitting room. At the bottom of the stairs, a voice in the back of her head was screaming that something was not right. She briefly registered it before she saw something that made her heart stop in her chest.

There was a person asleep on her couch. She inched forward as silently as she could, though she was almost positive the pounding of her heart against her chest could wake the dead, and saw that the figure appeared to be a young male. He looked about eighteen and very handsome at that.

Stop, she chided herself, he is a stranger asleep on your couch and you should NOT be thinking about how hot he is.

Oh, a small voice in the back of her head argued back, you do think he's hot then?

Hermione fiercely shook her head to get rid of the unwanted thoughts. She peered at him closely and that's when she noticed it- a wand. He was a wizard then.

But why was he here? she questioned herself. She looked closely at him, trying to figure out who he was but she didn't recall ever seeing him before. Strange, he should of graduated this year by the looks of it.

She was just about to step closer when he stirred. She froze. He rolled over onto his back and she now had a clear view of him.

Merlin, he was gorgeous! He had shaggy black hair that brushed lightly against his closed eyes. His face was perfectly sculptured, his body was perfect for that matter. He wore only a pair of black boxers and she glorified in the view she was now getting.

He had muscles, but not so much that they would freak a person out. His skin had a healthy tan. It was obvious that he worked out and spent a great deal of time out in the sun.

Quietly shaking herself out of her approving observations, she stepped right up to the side of the couch. "Okay, now to figure out who you are," she muttered to herself. She didn't pause to think of the fact that she didn't want to know why he was in her flat.

She reached out a hand and lightly shook his shoulder. "Wake up time."

He muttered something incoherent but she was sure she caught the word "class."

Biting her lip, she pushed harder against him. "Wake up," she commanded.

"I'm up! I'm up!" He cried though he had yet to open his eyes. "Why are you even up in the boys dorms at this hour Evans?"

"Evans?" Hermione questioned, crossing her arms protectively around her while narrowing her eyes at the sleeping figure.

The male figure opened his eyes and jumped back when he caught sight of her. "You're not Evans!" he accused.

Hermione sent him a pointed stare. "I know that."

"How did you get in the boys dormitories?" he demanded.

Hermione waved an impatient hand in the air. "If you'd care to notice, you are in my home."

He looked around. "H…how?" he choked.

"That's what I would like to know."

He looked back at her and ran his gaze over her. "Who are you?"

Hermione glared at him, disapproving of the ease at which he languidly checked her out. "I think the better question is who are you since you are in my home."

He grinned sexily. "I asked you first."

"I'm Hermione, Hermione Granger."

He studied her. "Why am I here?"

Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "I don't know. I'm wondering that myself."

She paused. "Do you go to Hogwarts?"

He stared at her in unabashed shock. "But you're a…a….," he stuttered.

She raised an eyebrow challengingly. "A what?"

"A muggle," he stressed in a harsh whisper.

Hermione chuckled lightheartedly. "You shouldn't judge a book by it's cover."

"How do you know about Hogwarts?" He asked.

Hermione gave him a puzzled frown. "I just graduated from there."

He grinned. "Nice try, love. You had me going there for a minute."

"What are you on about?" Hermione asked, perplexed.

"I can assure you," he said suavely, standing up to tower over her small frame of 5'6", his arrogance apparent, "that if you had, in fact, just graduated from Hogwarts, that I would remember you. I pride myself in the fact that I know every female at Hogwarts."

Hermione gave him one of the glares that used to make Ron squirm yet had only a little effect on him. "And I can assure you that I did, in fact, just graduate from Hogwarts."

He turned away from her and started to browse around the small flat as if he owned the place. Occasionally he would pick up an item before staring at it disdainfully and putting it back. "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Hermione growled in frustration. "Look, I don't have time for this. I have to get to work. So why don't you just tell me who the bloody hell you are and get out!"

He stared at her for a moment, clearly summing her up. Resigned, he grinned and told her his name, causing her heart to stop.

Slowly shaking her head and backing away, she muttered, "No…you can't be….This….this isn't real."

A/N: This was a lot longer written out. It will probably get longer when there is more dialogue in the script. Thank you to all of you who reviewed and I hope you will continue reading this story. I will try to update soon.

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