Hermione woke with a start, in the state of morning confusion. The smell of food wafted into her room, and she smiled as she heard the lovely noises of breakfast. Glancing at the time, Hermione got out of bed and dressed sloppily. It was 9:00 on a Saturday morning. Who did she have to impress?

Hermione walked into the kitchen and smiled at the sight.

"Hi mum," Hermione said. Her mother turned around and wrapped her in a big hug. Hermione sagged against her mother's body, taking in the warmth and smells of her childhood.

"Emily is sleeping, I brought her here last night, you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you."

"Thank you mum. This is the last time I promise, I just knew I was going to be home late and I didn't want her here alone, obviously."

"No, Hermione, dear, don't worry. She's my granddaughter, I love having her to stay. You should wake her, her breakfast is getting cold."

"Ok thank you again mum. Are you leaving after breakfast?"

"Yes, I have to get home," her mother replied.

"Ok,"

Hermione walked slowly to the room of her six-year-old daughter. Quietly opening the door, she smiled at the sight of the little bindle in the sheets. Emily had wrapped herself around the sheets and only her head was visible. Her amazing tangle of brilliant red hair was fanned out on the pillow, curling near the ends. Just as Hermione bent over to rouse her daughter, Emily mumbled, "Mum, when you stare, it's creepy."

Hermione laughed and said, "How do you always know?"

Emily got up, "I can feel you watching me, it's very unsettling"

Hermione picked up her daughter and set her on her lap, "You're six-years-old, act like it,"

Emily smiled, jumped off her mum's lap and started to get ready. Hermione's breath caught when she looked into her daughter's honey eyes. She looked like Ginny.

Draco Malfoy impatiently stood in line at a local magic convenience store. All he wanted was gum. Ever since he stopped smoking, he needed his gum to get him through the day. The woman in front of him was taking forever. She was arguing with the cashier.

"Are you actually going to over charge me for a bottle of water?"

"Ma'am I'm sorry but you need the correct amount of money to pay for that," the cashier said pompously.

"It's five extra knuts!"

"Sorry ma'am," the cashier sneered.

"Oh for God's sake!" Draco said in exasperation, he slammed five knuts down on the counter, "Just give the lady the water,"

The woman turned around and looked at Draco, surprised.

"Thank you," she said

"Yeah, whatever, just please go so I can buy my gum," Draco asked almost begging.

"Sure," The woman walked away holding her bottle and looked back at Draco almost sadly. She seemed to be making a decision in her head. Draco didn't stop to wonder about it but turned to the cashier and thrust his gum at him.

"Hurry, ring it up," Draco said.

"Three sickles, fourteen knuts, sir" the cashier said.

Draco paid and took his gum. Popping one in his mouth as soon as he had left the store.

"Thank you, again for that" the woman from the store stepped out of the shadows and looked at Draco.

"I said it was fine," Draco said looking at the girl. She was very pretty. A small face and waist length dark brown hair.

"You really didn't have to do that." She said.

"No, I really needed my gum," Draco answered.

The girl laughed, but Draco noticed that the laugh didn't quite reach her brown eyes.

"Do you want to come to my flat? Maybe I can repay you."

Draco smiled, this was his kind of girl. He was going to refuse, that night, however, but something about her made him say yes. There was a familiarity with her. Just then a truck drove by and doused them both in muddy water.

Draco spat some out and said, "Let's go to my flat, it's closer and you can get washed up there."

The woman agreed and they made their way to the flat.

Ron woke up in the dingy hotel room and looked over at the red book lying on the night stand. He didn't ask about her the previous night because he had been too upset about the book. He had to find her today.

He went back to the bookstore and walked right up to the cashier.

"Listen," he looked at the name tag, "...Robert, was a woman named Hermione Granger in here recently? The author of this book?" He held up the red book.

"Why, yes, sir, she was in here last night around six." Robert said casually.

"Is there anyway you can help me find her? I really need to see her. Believe me I'm not some desperate fan. I'm an old friend of hers."

"You must be the Weasley," Robert said looking Ron up and down.

"Yes! Has she talked about me?" Ron asked desperately.

"She used to, now I believe it's too painful for her to remember. You broke her heart."

"Yeah, I know but I really have to see her, please," Ron pleaded.

"She lives down at the end of the street, the last apartment building, 2nd floor, flat D. You did not hear it from me," Robert said.

"Thank you, so much," Ron said, smiling.

"Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes?"

"I suggest you run."

Draco sat on the counter of his small kitchen in his flat waiting for the woman to get out of the bathroom. He had cleaned himself with a wave of his wand but he suspected that women liked the warm water of a shower better. His mind was reeling about where he knew this woman from. Deciding that he didn't care about the morals of the situation, he got the woman's wallet out of her purse. Flipping through it he stopped at her driver's license. Her name was Eva Wyatt. The name didn't ring any bells for him. He kept going through it. There were no pictures as far as he could tell but suddenly something fluttered to the floor. Draco picked it up. It was a picture of Harry Potter. Great, Draco thought, A dedicated fan. He noticed writing on the other side and turned it over.

Dear Ginny,

You know I hate signing pictures but you made me do this anyway. Ok so here you go:

I love you, I always will and I can't wait to have this child with you. I know you're scared but it's ok because I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere.

Love,

Harry

Draco almost dropped the picture, "Ginny?"