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This idea struck me one day like lightning. I couldn't help my self, but go ahead and type it up. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
A woman with soft brown curls was sitting at her kitchen table. This person was Hermoine Anne Granger, at the age of twenty-five. While drinking her morning coffee, a tawny owl flew into her flat and dropped The Daily Prophet, along with other letters. She unfolded the newspaper and saw what was on the front page. It was a picture of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, with it was an article on the second anniversary of Voldemort's death.
Hermione leaned back in her chair; she remembered the war all too well. At the time, she was working as an auror along with Ron and Harry. However, during the middle of the war, she lost contact with them. The Order decided that it was too risky for Harry to stay out in the open. The light side believed the only way to keep Harry safe, was to use the Fidelius charm. The order agreed to let Harry choose his secret keeper. The only people who were allowed and could communicate with him, after the choosing, were Professor Dumbledore, and Ron.
A tear slid down Hermione's face. Her heart still ached, whenever she remembered Harry's decision, in choosing Ron as his secret keeper. As a result, Ron was also kept under the order's special protection because he was the one who would keep Harry's location hidden. Due to this plan, Voldemort wasn't able to find Harry, until the day of Voldemort's demise.
She let out a laugh to mask her unhappiness. It had been two years since the war, but Ron and Harry had not tried to get in touch with Hermione. She could not believe that seven years of friendship could end so abruptly.
Hermione's head snapped up, she had forgotten that she had a meeting today. She looked at her Magiwatch; it read 9:54 a.m. She only had six minutes left to get to the Ministry. She quickly ran upstairs to get her wand off of the dresser. She apparated to the Ministry of Magic, then went straight to the conference room.
The Minister of Magic came up to Hermione. "Ah, Miss Granger. Thank you for joining us today."
"Good day to you, Minister," Said Hermione, a bit stiffly. She had not quite forgiven him for the things he had done, during her fifth year.
Fudge sensing the tensing atmosphere, decided to continue with the meeting, as quickly as possible. "What have you brought to discuss today?"
Hemione reached into her bag and pulled out a folder marked: Giants. She then passed out copies of it to the other wizards and witches at the meeting. Hermione started her speech. "I believe that the giants should no longer be banished or killed, without reason. It has been two years, since the defeat of Voldemort and if it hadn't been for the giants aiding us, we might not have been able to defeat him. However, though they had been loyal to the light side, they have not gotten any of the new benefits they were promised, at the beginning of the war. If this continues, the giants may band together and attempt to aid dark wizards trying to take over the wizarding world, in acts of revenge."
Fudge's face was red, "This is absolutely-"
"Brilliant." Said, a red haired woman.
The other people around Hermione, started nodding their heads in agreement, with the woman. 'The red haired woman must be very influential around here.' Thought Hermione, wide eyed. Hermione had over the years gained the reputation as the smartest witch of her time, but even she still had to work very hard to convince everyone to agree to her ideas, at a meeting. She was amazed at how everyone instantly agreed to anything the red head said.
Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped his head hurriedly. "Of course, Miss Weasley. This certainly is a brilliant idea. Why didn't we think of this before? The giants if not compromised with, would surely someday rebel against us."
Hermione smirked inwardly. 'It must be hard for Fudge to back down so quickly. He never was one who believed in equality for all. He only wanted to keep the job as minister, he tried to ignore anything that would discredit. The idiot.' Thought Hermione, then her breath hitched. 'Did he really call the red haired woman, Miss Weasley.' She shook her head. 'No, that can't be right, I would have met her earlier if she worked at the Ministry.'
From that point on, the meeting went by fast and smoothly. At 12:00 p.m., the necessary papers were signed. Everybody got up and shook hands, on a very productive day. Hermione gathered her papers and put was putting them in her purse, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mione, is that you? I never thought I would see you again," Said the red haired woman.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Ginny?"
"Of course it's me, silly. Have you gone dense over the two years?" Ginny answered.
Hermione didn't know what to say. The Weasley's and Harry, haven't even tried to contact her after the war. What was she supposed to say, when she felt so betrayed inside."
"Sorry, I don't know who you are. I have never known a Ginny Weasley." Hemione said coldly.
Ginny put her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Mione."
Hermione brushed Ginny's hand off. "Please, just go away."
Ginny saw the hurt that was in Hermione's eyes. She opened her mouth to explain, why they have not contacted her, but Hermione ran out of the room before Ginny had the chance to speak.
Hermione kept on walking, unaware of where she was heading. 'How could Ginny be so casual about meeting me, after two years?' Thought Hermione. 'Maybe, I really did mean nothing to them, but a bookworm to get answers fr-'
"Ow!" Hermione exclaimed, after bumping into someone. She started to gather the scattered papers to put back into her purse.
"Here, let me help you. I am sorry, sometimes I get caught up in my thoughts and forget to pay attention to where I'm walking," Said a man, handing her papers.
Hermione's body went rigid. She would never forget this person's voice. She had heard it so many times calling her name back at Hogwarts. Hermione's eyes hardened, she was going to face him and ask him why he and the Weasley's never bothered to find her after the war.
Hermione looked up and locked eyes with him. The fire in the chocolate brown eyes began to die down as soon as she looked into his deep green eyes.
"Mione? Is that you?" said Harry, his eyes filling with surprise.
"I...Harry." Hermione inwardly kicked herself. What happened to her resolve? To finally let out, what she had kept inside her for so long. With her anger subsiding, she replied, "Yes, Harry it's me."
"After all this time, Ron and I thought that we would never find you," Said Harry, happily.
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. "You've, been looking for me?"
"Yes, me and the Weasley's just came back from America. We've been hiding there for the past two years. We argued that it wasn't necessary, but the ministry said, that until they are positive we are completely safe we are not to return," Answered Harry.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "How can you expect me to believe you? For the past two years, I have been waiting everyday for some sign that we were still friends. There was nothing! Not one blasted letter!" Said Hermione, harshly.
"Mione, we tried, we really did. Every time we would try and send a letter, the Ministry found it and sent it back to us." Harry reached into his pocket took out parchment paper tied with string. "Here was the last one that we wrote, before the Ministry finally let us come back."
Hermione read the content of the letter. Everything Harry had said was inside it. Tears, began to well up in her eyes. "Harry, I had no idea."
Harry hugged her and patted her back. "It's ok. I would have thought the same thing, if it happened to me. Let's go to the Burrow. I bet everyone will be happy to see you."
Hermione nodded and they apparated to the Burrow. When they arrived at the Weasley's house, Hermione noticed most of the Weasley's things were in boxes.
"Ron, I'm telling you. I saw Hermione today," Said Ginny, trying to convince her brother, that she saw Hermoine.
"Sure Ginny and flobberworms fly. We've been looking for Hermione, ever since we arrived and you expect me to believe you met her at the Ministry. Just like that," Scoffed Ron.
"Ronald, if you can't believe what your own flesh and blood says, how can you trust anybody," Said Hermione, her amusement mounting.
Ron turned to the direction of the voice. 'It couldn't be' he thought. The sight of Hermione caused him to stare open-mouthed.
"Ron, I thought I told you countless times before, not to stare," Hermione said.
"Mione, it's really you," Said Ron, in a state of awe.
In a matter of minutes, the Weasleys greeted Hermione. She walked over to where Ginny was unpacking. "Ginny, I think I owe you an apology."
"You think?" Said Ginny, in mock anger. Then her face softened. "Mione, you don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. I would have done the same thing as you."
Hermione saw a wand lying on a nearby table. "Huh, who left their wand here?" Asked Hermione. She picked it up and it instantly turned into a rubber chicken.
"Got you. Who told you guys, that you can start a party without us," Fred said.
Ginny grinned at the twins, standing at the doorway. "When did you too two get here?"
"I came, as soon as I got wind of my dear, Hermione being found," Said George, presenting Hermione with a rose.
A girl with curly red hair jabbed George in the ribs. "Ow! That hurt Erin." George said, in mock sorrow.
The girl laughed. "Well, you deserved it."
"Of course, my delicate rose." George joked, then turned to Hermione. "This is our best friend, Erin. We met her when we were living in America."
It was nearly 6:00 p.m, the scent of delicious food was drifting into the room where Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were unpacking.
Mrs. Weasley walked into the room. "Hermione dear, are you staying for dinner?"
Hermione shook her head. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I have a lot of work to do, but if it's ok, I'll come over tomorrow for dinner."
"Your always welcome here, dear." Said Mrs. Weasley, with a smile.
Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room and Hermione bid the others goodbye. She picked her wand and was about to apparate, when Harry stopped her.
"Hermione, wait a second. Can we meet tomorrow? Around three in the afternoon, at the Orange Café?" Said Harry.
Hermione blushed. "Sure Harry, I'll see you tomorrow."
She then apparated to her flat and got ready for bed. She turned off the light, then changed her mind and turned it back on. Hermione went to her dresser and searched for something in the bottom drawer. She pulled it out, and sighed, while looking at the photo. "Good night Harry." She then placed it on her desk and went to bed.
The next day, Hermione was too anxious for her meeting with Harry that she hardly seemed to get any work done. When it was nearly time for her to meet Harry, she got up and walked to the head of the department's office.
She knocked on the hard wood door. "Come in," Said a cheery voice from inside.
"Mr. Lupin, may I have the rest of the day off?" Said Hermione, avoiding his gaze. She had never asked to leave early at work before and was a little embarrassed, that she would because of the small meeting with Harry.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Said Lupin.
"Thank you."
"Oh, and Miss Granger, great job on the policy change for the giants, yesterday."
Hermione flashed him a smile and calmly walked out. Once she was outside, she quickly apparated herself to the Orange Café. She looked around and spotted a man with jet-black hair sitting in a corner.
Hermione sat down at the table. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Hermione, I want you to know something. The reason I chose Ron as my secret keeper, was not because I trusted you less. Your like a sister to me, I didn't want to see you hurt," Said Harry, gravely.
Hermione's gaze faltered. "A sister?"
"Of course Mione. Your as close as family to me," Harry said smiling.
Hermione started to play with the bowl full of sugar in front of her. "Oh"
Oblivious to Hermione's apparent distress, Harry continued, "Anyway, besides telling you that. I have a favor to ask."
"Ok, what is it?"
"I have this close friend, that needs a place to stay for a few days. He said that it was too cold at his home and that he wanted to stay away from his manor, at least for a little while. His father is in Azkaban due to crimes that he has committed and his mother is in St. Mungos because of the trauma. So, I was wondering if you could let him stay at your place for a bit. He would have stayed at my place, but I'm staying at Ron's until I find a house myself."
Hermione grimaced. "I'm not sure Harry. I do have two bedrooms, but my friend comes and sleeps over sometimes. Also, he is a guy, you know."
"I'm sure he won't mind. He gets along with women well. You'll like him, don't worry," Said Harry, missing the point of Hermione's last statement.
Hermione reluctantly, gave up. "Ok Harry. I'll let your friend stay, but only for a little while."
Harry got out of his seat and gave Hermione a hug. "Thanks Mione. I knew you would understand. I'll bring him by your place tonight."
Hermione nodded and waved goodbye to Harry. Once she saw him leave, Hermione rubbed her temples, she could feel a headache coming on. 'I should go home and take a headache potion. Wait, I forgot, I drank the last one last night. I'm in no mood to make one right now, I know, I'll go see Gwen' Thought Hermione. She got out her wand and apparated to Gwen's apartment.
A short brown haired woman came out from the kitchen. "Hermione, what are you doing here? Don't you have work until 5?"
Hermione sat down on Gwen's couch and told her to do the same. "Do you have headache potions? If you do can you get me one?"
Gwen summoned one with her wand and gave it to Hermione. "It might not be as potent as yours, I'm afraid. What's wrong? You haven't been this down since I first met you."
Within thirty minutes, Hermione relayed what had happened to Gwen. For a moment, Gwen was at a loss for words. "Wow." When Gwen snapped out of her reverie, she patted Hermione on the back, reassuringly. "Don't worry, everything will work out. At least you found out that your friends didn't desert you and- Gwen eyed Hermione slyly. "and you found out that Harry Potter did not choose Ron as secret keeper because he trusted you less."
"He doesn't see me as anything, but a friend," Hermione mumbled.
"Mione, don't worry so much. Friends first, then lovers, that's the rule."
Hermione eyed Gwen, unconvinced. "Ok, I should head back now. Harry said he'd bring the guy over tonight."
"See you later and don't forget to owl me about the guy."
Hermoine laughed. "You only want to know if he's cute and available."
Gwen put on a face of mock surprise. "Caught in the act."
Hermione apparated to her flat and changed into comfortable clothes, she came downstairs wearing gray sweat pants and a white tank top.
Someone knocked on the door. "Mione, it's me Harry." Hermione hurried to open the door and let Harry inside.
Hermione looked out the door. "He's not here yet?"
"No, he said, he had some business to take care of," Said Harry.
There was another knock at the door. Hermione shouted, "I'm coming." Hermione opened the door and saw the last person she expected to see on her doorstep.
Hermione gasped. "Malfoy!"
A/N: That's it for this chapter. Don't worry there will be more Hermione and Draco interaction in later chapters. Now, press the purple button in the corner and review. You know you want to. Oh, and if anyone is interested in being my beta reader, please leave your e-mail address with your review.
This idea struck me one day like lightning. I couldn't help my self, but go ahead and type it up. Enjoy.
Chapter 1
A woman with soft brown curls was sitting at her kitchen table. This person was Hermoine Anne Granger, at the age of twenty-five. While drinking her morning coffee, a tawny owl flew into her flat and dropped The Daily Prophet, along with other letters. She unfolded the newspaper and saw what was on the front page. It was a picture of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, with it was an article on the second anniversary of Voldemort's death.
Hermione leaned back in her chair; she remembered the war all too well. At the time, she was working as an auror along with Ron and Harry. However, during the middle of the war, she lost contact with them. The Order decided that it was too risky for Harry to stay out in the open. The light side believed the only way to keep Harry safe, was to use the Fidelius charm. The order agreed to let Harry choose his secret keeper. The only people who were allowed and could communicate with him, after the choosing, were Professor Dumbledore, and Ron.
A tear slid down Hermione's face. Her heart still ached, whenever she remembered Harry's decision, in choosing Ron as his secret keeper. As a result, Ron was also kept under the order's special protection because he was the one who would keep Harry's location hidden. Due to this plan, Voldemort wasn't able to find Harry, until the day of Voldemort's demise.
She let out a laugh to mask her unhappiness. It had been two years since the war, but Ron and Harry had not tried to get in touch with Hermione. She could not believe that seven years of friendship could end so abruptly.
Hermione's head snapped up, she had forgotten that she had a meeting today. She looked at her Magiwatch; it read 9:54 a.m. She only had six minutes left to get to the Ministry. She quickly ran upstairs to get her wand off of the dresser. She apparated to the Ministry of Magic, then went straight to the conference room.
The Minister of Magic came up to Hermione. "Ah, Miss Granger. Thank you for joining us today."
"Good day to you, Minister," Said Hermione, a bit stiffly. She had not quite forgiven him for the things he had done, during her fifth year.
Fudge sensing the tensing atmosphere, decided to continue with the meeting, as quickly as possible. "What have you brought to discuss today?"
Hemione reached into her bag and pulled out a folder marked: Giants. She then passed out copies of it to the other wizards and witches at the meeting. Hermione started her speech. "I believe that the giants should no longer be banished or killed, without reason. It has been two years, since the defeat of Voldemort and if it hadn't been for the giants aiding us, we might not have been able to defeat him. However, though they had been loyal to the light side, they have not gotten any of the new benefits they were promised, at the beginning of the war. If this continues, the giants may band together and attempt to aid dark wizards trying to take over the wizarding world, in acts of revenge."
Fudge's face was red, "This is absolutely-"
"Brilliant." Said, a red haired woman.
The other people around Hermione, started nodding their heads in agreement, with the woman. 'The red haired woman must be very influential around here.' Thought Hermione, wide eyed. Hermione had over the years gained the reputation as the smartest witch of her time, but even she still had to work very hard to convince everyone to agree to her ideas, at a meeting. She was amazed at how everyone instantly agreed to anything the red head said.
Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped his head hurriedly. "Of course, Miss Weasley. This certainly is a brilliant idea. Why didn't we think of this before? The giants if not compromised with, would surely someday rebel against us."
Hermione smirked inwardly. 'It must be hard for Fudge to back down so quickly. He never was one who believed in equality for all. He only wanted to keep the job as minister, he tried to ignore anything that would discredit. The idiot.' Thought Hermione, then her breath hitched. 'Did he really call the red haired woman, Miss Weasley.' She shook her head. 'No, that can't be right, I would have met her earlier if she worked at the Ministry.'
From that point on, the meeting went by fast and smoothly. At 12:00 p.m., the necessary papers were signed. Everybody got up and shook hands, on a very productive day. Hermione gathered her papers and put was putting them in her purse, when someone tapped her on the shoulder.
"Mione, is that you? I never thought I would see you again," Said the red haired woman.
Hermione's eyes widened. "Ginny?"
"Of course it's me, silly. Have you gone dense over the two years?" Ginny answered.
Hermione didn't know what to say. The Weasley's and Harry, haven't even tried to contact her after the war. What was she supposed to say, when she felt so betrayed inside."
"Sorry, I don't know who you are. I have never known a Ginny Weasley." Hemione said coldly.
Ginny put her hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Mione."
Hermione brushed Ginny's hand off. "Please, just go away."
Ginny saw the hurt that was in Hermione's eyes. She opened her mouth to explain, why they have not contacted her, but Hermione ran out of the room before Ginny had the chance to speak.
Hermione kept on walking, unaware of where she was heading. 'How could Ginny be so casual about meeting me, after two years?' Thought Hermione. 'Maybe, I really did mean nothing to them, but a bookworm to get answers fr-'
"Ow!" Hermione exclaimed, after bumping into someone. She started to gather the scattered papers to put back into her purse.
"Here, let me help you. I am sorry, sometimes I get caught up in my thoughts and forget to pay attention to where I'm walking," Said a man, handing her papers.
Hermione's body went rigid. She would never forget this person's voice. She had heard it so many times calling her name back at Hogwarts. Hermione's eyes hardened, she was going to face him and ask him why he and the Weasley's never bothered to find her after the war.
Hermione looked up and locked eyes with him. The fire in the chocolate brown eyes began to die down as soon as she looked into his deep green eyes.
"Mione? Is that you?" said Harry, his eyes filling with surprise.
"I...Harry." Hermione inwardly kicked herself. What happened to her resolve? To finally let out, what she had kept inside her for so long. With her anger subsiding, she replied, "Yes, Harry it's me."
"After all this time, Ron and I thought that we would never find you," Said Harry, happily.
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. "You've, been looking for me?"
"Yes, me and the Weasley's just came back from America. We've been hiding there for the past two years. We argued that it wasn't necessary, but the ministry said, that until they are positive we are completely safe we are not to return," Answered Harry.
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "How can you expect me to believe you? For the past two years, I have been waiting everyday for some sign that we were still friends. There was nothing! Not one blasted letter!" Said Hermione, harshly.
"Mione, we tried, we really did. Every time we would try and send a letter, the Ministry found it and sent it back to us." Harry reached into his pocket took out parchment paper tied with string. "Here was the last one that we wrote, before the Ministry finally let us come back."
Hermione read the content of the letter. Everything Harry had said was inside it. Tears, began to well up in her eyes. "Harry, I had no idea."
Harry hugged her and patted her back. "It's ok. I would have thought the same thing, if it happened to me. Let's go to the Burrow. I bet everyone will be happy to see you."
Hermione nodded and they apparated to the Burrow. When they arrived at the Weasley's house, Hermione noticed most of the Weasley's things were in boxes.
"Ron, I'm telling you. I saw Hermione today," Said Ginny, trying to convince her brother, that she saw Hermoine.
"Sure Ginny and flobberworms fly. We've been looking for Hermione, ever since we arrived and you expect me to believe you met her at the Ministry. Just like that," Scoffed Ron.
"Ronald, if you can't believe what your own flesh and blood says, how can you trust anybody," Said Hermione, her amusement mounting.
Ron turned to the direction of the voice. 'It couldn't be' he thought. The sight of Hermione caused him to stare open-mouthed.
"Ron, I thought I told you countless times before, not to stare," Hermione said.
"Mione, it's really you," Said Ron, in a state of awe.
In a matter of minutes, the Weasleys greeted Hermione. She walked over to where Ginny was unpacking. "Ginny, I think I owe you an apology."
"You think?" Said Ginny, in mock anger. Then her face softened. "Mione, you don't need to apologize. You did nothing wrong. I would have done the same thing as you."
Hermione saw a wand lying on a nearby table. "Huh, who left their wand here?" Asked Hermione. She picked it up and it instantly turned into a rubber chicken.
"Got you. Who told you guys, that you can start a party without us," Fred said.
Ginny grinned at the twins, standing at the doorway. "When did you too two get here?"
"I came, as soon as I got wind of my dear, Hermione being found," Said George, presenting Hermione with a rose.
A girl with curly red hair jabbed George in the ribs. "Ow! That hurt Erin." George said, in mock sorrow.
The girl laughed. "Well, you deserved it."
"Of course, my delicate rose." George joked, then turned to Hermione. "This is our best friend, Erin. We met her when we were living in America."
It was nearly 6:00 p.m, the scent of delicious food was drifting into the room where Ginny, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were unpacking.
Mrs. Weasley walked into the room. "Hermione dear, are you staying for dinner?"
Hermione shook her head. "Sorry, Mrs. Weasley. I have a lot of work to do, but if it's ok, I'll come over tomorrow for dinner."
"Your always welcome here, dear." Said Mrs. Weasley, with a smile.
Mrs. Weasley walked out of the room and Hermione bid the others goodbye. She picked her wand and was about to apparate, when Harry stopped her.
"Hermione, wait a second. Can we meet tomorrow? Around three in the afternoon, at the Orange Café?" Said Harry.
Hermione blushed. "Sure Harry, I'll see you tomorrow."
She then apparated to her flat and got ready for bed. She turned off the light, then changed her mind and turned it back on. Hermione went to her dresser and searched for something in the bottom drawer. She pulled it out, and sighed, while looking at the photo. "Good night Harry." She then placed it on her desk and went to bed.
The next day, Hermione was too anxious for her meeting with Harry that she hardly seemed to get any work done. When it was nearly time for her to meet Harry, she got up and walked to the head of the department's office.
She knocked on the hard wood door. "Come in," Said a cheery voice from inside.
"Mr. Lupin, may I have the rest of the day off?" Said Hermione, avoiding his gaze. She had never asked to leave early at work before and was a little embarrassed, that she would because of the small meeting with Harry.
"Yes, Miss Granger." Said Lupin.
"Thank you."
"Oh, and Miss Granger, great job on the policy change for the giants, yesterday."
Hermione flashed him a smile and calmly walked out. Once she was outside, she quickly apparated herself to the Orange Café. She looked around and spotted a man with jet-black hair sitting in a corner.
Hermione sat down at the table. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Hermione, I want you to know something. The reason I chose Ron as my secret keeper, was not because I trusted you less. Your like a sister to me, I didn't want to see you hurt," Said Harry, gravely.
Hermione's gaze faltered. "A sister?"
"Of course Mione. Your as close as family to me," Harry said smiling.
Hermione started to play with the bowl full of sugar in front of her. "Oh"
Oblivious to Hermione's apparent distress, Harry continued, "Anyway, besides telling you that. I have a favor to ask."
"Ok, what is it?"
"I have this close friend, that needs a place to stay for a few days. He said that it was too cold at his home and that he wanted to stay away from his manor, at least for a little while. His father is in Azkaban due to crimes that he has committed and his mother is in St. Mungos because of the trauma. So, I was wondering if you could let him stay at your place for a bit. He would have stayed at my place, but I'm staying at Ron's until I find a house myself."
Hermione grimaced. "I'm not sure Harry. I do have two bedrooms, but my friend comes and sleeps over sometimes. Also, he is a guy, you know."
"I'm sure he won't mind. He gets along with women well. You'll like him, don't worry," Said Harry, missing the point of Hermione's last statement.
Hermione reluctantly, gave up. "Ok Harry. I'll let your friend stay, but only for a little while."
Harry got out of his seat and gave Hermione a hug. "Thanks Mione. I knew you would understand. I'll bring him by your place tonight."
Hermione nodded and waved goodbye to Harry. Once she saw him leave, Hermione rubbed her temples, she could feel a headache coming on. 'I should go home and take a headache potion. Wait, I forgot, I drank the last one last night. I'm in no mood to make one right now, I know, I'll go see Gwen' Thought Hermione. She got out her wand and apparated to Gwen's apartment.
A short brown haired woman came out from the kitchen. "Hermione, what are you doing here? Don't you have work until 5?"
Hermione sat down on Gwen's couch and told her to do the same. "Do you have headache potions? If you do can you get me one?"
Gwen summoned one with her wand and gave it to Hermione. "It might not be as potent as yours, I'm afraid. What's wrong? You haven't been this down since I first met you."
Within thirty minutes, Hermione relayed what had happened to Gwen. For a moment, Gwen was at a loss for words. "Wow." When Gwen snapped out of her reverie, she patted Hermione on the back, reassuringly. "Don't worry, everything will work out. At least you found out that your friends didn't desert you and- Gwen eyed Hermione slyly. "and you found out that Harry Potter did not choose Ron as secret keeper because he trusted you less."
"He doesn't see me as anything, but a friend," Hermione mumbled.
"Mione, don't worry so much. Friends first, then lovers, that's the rule."
Hermione eyed Gwen, unconvinced. "Ok, I should head back now. Harry said he'd bring the guy over tonight."
"See you later and don't forget to owl me about the guy."
Hermoine laughed. "You only want to know if he's cute and available."
Gwen put on a face of mock surprise. "Caught in the act."
Hermione apparated to her flat and changed into comfortable clothes, she came downstairs wearing gray sweat pants and a white tank top.
Someone knocked on the door. "Mione, it's me Harry." Hermione hurried to open the door and let Harry inside.
Hermione looked out the door. "He's not here yet?"
"No, he said, he had some business to take care of," Said Harry.
There was another knock at the door. Hermione shouted, "I'm coming." Hermione opened the door and saw the last person she expected to see on her doorstep.
Hermione gasped. "Malfoy!"
A/N: That's it for this chapter. Don't worry there will be more Hermione and Draco interaction in later chapters. Now, press the purple button in the corner and review. You know you want to. Oh, and if anyone is interested in being my beta reader, please leave your e-mail address with your review.