A/N: Where's everyone at? I love my readers and reviewers:P Anyways, I still don't own the Potterverse as far as I know. If I do, please tell me:)

**Hermione's POV**

He looked like he was at a loss for words.

"Gin wasn't wrong. About me at least, I don't know about you. I do, erm, fancy you. Didn't exactly want you to find out like this. Or at all. We can pretend she didn't say anything."

"I fancy you too. I kept wanting to ask you to Hogsmeade, but I never had the bollocks. But Weaselette fixed that one I guess. I don't really know what to do with th-"

Madame Pomfrey came bustling back in and we both waited awkwardly while she fretted over me.

"Now, Miss Granger, Miss Weasley brought up a concern for me. Have you been taking the vitamins regularly? Mister Malfoy, would you mind leaving for privacy purposes?"

"No, it's okay. I'm done hiding that part of my life. I used to have an eating disorder. Not a common thing in the wizarding world but alarmingly so in the muggle. Anorexia, meaning I would purposely not eat. I dealt with it before Hogwarts and sporadically throughout. Fourth year was my first full year since I was nine I ate a full meal three times a day proplerly. When we left to look for horcruxes, after Grimmauld Place, it was too easy to slip into the habit of not eating. After the battle, I had collapsed seemingly randomly. I was with Neville and he scooped me up and carried my unconscious self all the way from the green houses."

I paused and Madame Pomfrey took that as a cue to continue it for me.

"Which wasn't too much a feat considering that she was very close to being bone and skin. So I gave her these vitamins plus some supplements that got her weight and muscle mass up. I stopped those once she was at a good weight. Now she just has vitamins for a few more months. Then it's up to her. You're good to go Miss Granger. Straight to your dorm room, you hear?"

"I'll escort her there myself Poppy, and I'll have this gentleman lead me there."

Rosie walked in and had pursed lips before Pomfrey sighed in exasperation.

"Rosalinn Potter. Now that you're grown, I don't have to worry about you getting into fist fights or Quidditch accidents?"

"If you recall, James was in the hospital wing much more than me. Isn't that what you should remember? He and his Marauders, they were your constant customers, not me. Think you can schedule an interview with me for your wartime stories?"

**Draco's POV**

I led our awkward trio to our quarters as I tried to avoid the gaze of Lady Potter.

"So, when are you getting married Draco?"

That stopped me right in my tracks as I thought back to Kitty's joke earlier and envisioned Hermione in a wedding dress.

"Hello?"

"Why do you think I'm getting married?"

"Oh please. You're the Pureblooded Malfoy heir who is a legal adult. Surely there's a contract with your name on it?"

"There was. I broke the contract with Astoria. We both wanted to marry for love, not having an arrangement. So I will marry when I find the woman I love."

"How poetic. Is one of you going to utter the password?" This portrait was smart not to be so snide last year. She would've been burned probably.

I said the password and led the way into our common room.

"Very cozy. Draco, would you mind giving me the room so I can yell at Mia in private?"

She watched me with narrowed eyes and Mione's jaw hardened before she turned on Lady Potter.

"Aunt Rosie there's nothing to yell about. I was in the middle of a war, taking care of Harry and Ron along with everyone else. It had nothing to do with me thinking I wasn't beautiful."

"Why would you think you weren't beautiful in the first place?" I asked with genuine confusion. She turned her fiery gaze on me.

"Why? Maybe because I was tormented on my looks constantly by the school's biggest prat? Not to mention nearly everyone else! So, yes, I felt unbelievably unbeautiful. But I will not be yelled at about this Aunt Rosie."

I left the room for a minute and dug through my trunk to find a folded piece of paper my mother spelled to stay intact for years before going back out there. I toss the paper at her.

"Open it."

**Hermione's POV**

I caught the folded paper and opened it up to show a drawing of me when I was younger, my first time at Flourish and Blotts. I could see the awe and wonder on my face as clear as day. I also looked like somewhat of a dream version with how the patch of sunshine illuminated me reaching for a book.

"I saw you before I knew anything about you. I had gone home and told my mother that while we were in Diagon Alley, I had seen the most beautiful girl in existence besides her. I drew what I remembered. I carried it around with me so much that my mother spelled it so it didn't get destroyed by everyday carry. She recognized you as a muggleborn by your clothing and warned that I must never forget what my father would do if he had the chance. She said to be able to protect my muse, and Mione, you really are my muse often, I would need to convince everyone, including you, that I hated you. But I've never hated you, and you've always been beautiful."

Rosie took the drawing from me and looked over the details in wonderment.

"It was you?! Cissa had sent me a sketch drawing of Hogwarts castle bursting with color and beauty when I told her I missed having James just down the hall or down the stairs, how Hogwarts was the last I'd really seen him. I had traveled a lot after I graduated... So she sent me a picture of Hogwarts with James and I sitting near each other..."

She had tears in her eyes and Draco looked utterly shocked.

"I remember that drawing. It was in my third year, after I was punched... I didn't know who the people were, my mother just sent a picture she had of you two play fighting for me to work off of. She still has the picture I think."

"I need to pay her a visit I think. But how about I leave you right now?"

**Petunia's POV**

The school was overwhelming at the very least, that much was certain. The Headmistress gave me a smirk.

"Is it all you've imagined?"

"It's even better than Lily described it and I wish I got to come as a student. But I'm worried I'm an unfit teacher to teach muggle studies. And won't everyone see me as... The one who ruined Harry Potter's childhood? What if I mess it up, just like I messed up with Harry?"

She gave me a kind grandmotherly look.

"My dear, I remember Lily. Quite clearly. You have her spark again. More importantly you have her heart. Both were hidden for quite some time, but it's emerging more and more lately. Worry not. Now come. I have someone who wishes you to hear them out, even if you don't want to."

She led me to her office and I saw all the portraits quiver in excitement.

"Tuney. It's been a long time since I've seen you and yet you still look just the same.."

Hold on, I know that oily voice and I whip around to see Severus.

"You! You don't call me Tuney, especially not after how you treated Lily in school, the dark arts, HARRY!, need I go on?"

"Simmer down. I shall call you Tuney because that is what Lily always called you and thus I am used to using it to reference you. I wanted to tell you or Potter a long time ago, but, I could not. Lily left a trunk of journals, albums, other memorabilia in a studio in the room of requirement. I only know what it looks like. Stark white with red lillies and golden ribboning painted on it. It's enchanted so only someone with her blood may open it with the key Minerva has in a hidden drawer in her desk. I put it there when I was headmaster. She entrusted the key to me in her will since I was the only one who even knew about the chest. Have Mister Malfoy open the studio, he uses it frequently. So does Miss Granger from what I've learned."