A/N: Have you missed me? I've missed all of you! Read and review please:P I still don't own the Potterverse much to my dismay.
**Hermione's POV**
I watched with wide eyes as Rosie smirked after looking between us.
"Well I think Tim is waiting for me in my apartment. Good night children." She hugged me and left without a second glance.
"Why... Why'd you choose me as your muse?"
He laughed a little at that.
"Granger, I didn't choose you as my muse. It just happened. And then I was punished for you beating me in grades. So I didn't draw you. And then I wasn't able to find the beauty in anything else when you were petrified. I... I have a lot more art than just this drawing... But because I was told never to draw, I never signed with my name..."
I gasp lightly as the pieces fall into place.
"The Lost One..."
He looked at me with wide silver eyes.
"You.. You know?"
I nod and step tentatively towards him some, as he meets me halfway. He stands there awkwardly and I just muster up my Gryffindor courage and get on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.
"As exciting as all this is, I have to rest otherwise Madame Pomfrey wouldn't be too pleased. I'll see you in the morning Draco."
**Ginny's POV**
"So, have you thought any on your wedding Lil Red?" Kitty asked with a slight grin on her face.
"All I know is I'm doing what my brother Fred said he'd do: putting my mother in a body bind curse!" I smile wryly as she has very wide eyes. "I'm not serious by the way. I am however not letting her go crazy."
She plopped down onto my bed and quirked up an eyebrow at me.
"Any clue if your brother has a date to it yet?"
"Be more specific, I have more than just one. Besides, how would any of them have a date when I haven't even set a date?!"
She sat behind me and started running her fingers through my hair before braiding intricately. I waited for her response.
"The only one I've met! He seemed nice enough but a little on the bumbling side of things. Good at quidditch."
"Mittens, do you by chance like Ickle Ronniekins? How scandalous! Have you made a move?"
Her braiding seemed to get faster and I put a hand around the back to try to feel it but she smacked my hand away.
"So, Dray has been daydreaming about weddings and brides in white dresses. I made him almost trip over his own feet when I mentioned Hermione in a white dress. How can we make that happen soon?"
"Well first we have to get them dating don't you think? Probably be a few years and my god Mittens what are you doing with my hair?"
I reach back again and get smacked away again.
"I'll show you when I'm done. I'll take a picture of it on my cell phone and you'll love it. So how long do you think it'll take Dray to propose? And are you planning your wedding to be sooner or later? What's your dream dress?"
"Wow do you switch topics. Those fellytones confuse me by the way. My dream dress? I don't know. Any time Harry and I talk about the wedding, he wants to pay for whatever I want, and I just get very uncomfortable with him paying for everything. I never had much money. I'm not any good at transfiguration and I don't want to always ask Mione. So. I don't know."
She gasps and leans around and looks at me with big hopeful eyes.
"Let me design it! I want to be a designer and I can make it. The house elves and magic might help with the actual making of said dress but it would be a completely custom dress just for you! And the best part is, I'll do it for free! Please! All I'm asking is that you let me take pictures of it for my portfolio. Please?"
"You're not very easy to say no to, especially whilst holding my hair hostage... But sure, I'll give it a whirl. I was thinking maybe a late summer or early autumn wedding? Maybe? I just don't know where. Or anything else. Mione is my maid of honor, Luna is one of my bridesmaids, and I don't know much more than that honestly... Maybe when you're done you can show me some of your sketches?"
**Hermione's POV**
The sun was streaming through my window and I stretched out languidly. I decided to get up and go down to the Great Hall.
I looked in the mirror, deciding to take my time today, it being a Hogsmeade weekend and all. I pulled out my fuzzy black boots and put them over the dark maroon skinny jeans and pulled on my gold scoop neck sweater. After taking a little time to do put my curls in a high ponytail, I grabbed my bag, put my cloak in it, and opened my door to go downstairs to breakfast. An unfamiliar owl flew over to me followed by a few others and all gave me different flowers: orchids, roses, dragon snaps, and lilacs. All my favorite flowers.
A large eagle owl say and gave me a letter that Gin decided to take and read aloud.
"To my muse: these flowers aren't even a fraction of how lovely you are. Care to accompany me for a date this evening at 7 o clock in Hogsmeade? It'll be a surprise as to where but if you say yes, dress nice. Ares is waiting for an answer whether it's yes or no. Draco."
I quickly grabbed a quill and wrote yes on the card Ares offered me before flying over to Malfoy, who smiled at me causing a blush.
"Aww, he's grown some bollocks. Well goody on him. Kitty and I were planning on hitting the Three Broomsticks with Luna. Come with for a girl's day?"
"No, today I was going to visit Hagrid before making my way to Hogsmeade with Rosie and Tim, catch up, discuss... My parents... She specializes in memories. By both Muggle means and Wizarding. Maybe she can help. I saw them. After the war. I couldn't reverse my own memory charms because I was so drained. I failed. I only told Harry I even went, let alone that I failed."
She touched my shoulder gently.
"Well love, you need to look smashing on that date. Take your mind off things and make yourself happy. Let me walk you down to Hagrid's? He's been gone visiting Olympe and I've missed him so!"
We hurried to finish eating and make our way down to Hagrid's hut. He was outside and saw us.
"Oh 'ello Ginny, 'ermione! How have you been? Olympe sent me with gifts for you both!"
**Rosie's POV**
"Aberforth, it's wonderful to see you again! Tell me, how have you been?"
He looks me over and gives a grandfatherly smile.
"Rosie, in the years since you've visited me, I have lived a quiet life, or tried to. Besides when I was feeding rebellious children and giving a way into the castle that is. 'Dumbledore's Army' indeed. I'm rather shocked to not have seen you at the Battle months ago. Heaven only knows there was a time we couldn't keep you or your brother out of any fights."
"I was helping some escape persecution. I couldn't do that whilst drawing attention to myself or the Potter name. People were only focused on one Potter and it certainly wasn't me. I'm the forgotten Potter and it worked because I saved families, husbands, wives, innocent children, and you as well as I know why that was needed."
"So you abandoned the children to fight this battle? Your own nephew, the last of your blood? The last of your family?"
I looked him straight in his blue eyes.
"And what of you? Have you told anyone of your familial lines?"
"The last of my family died with Albus. My wife died years ago. Our only child, lost as a baby. You know all this. Why do you pain me by bringing it up?"
I snort.
"Are you telling me you honestly don't know? Or are just choosing to grieve over nothing? You honestly won't claim your granddaughter because her mother was a squib?!"
"What are you talking about? Rosalinn you must tell me!"
"The daughter you supposedly lost, I knew her immediately when I met her in the Muggle world. She looked exactly as your wife did in all the pictures I'd seen. So don't you lecture me on family. Rainy deserves so much better than that. So does Mia, the last of the Dumbledore line and she hasn't a clue..."
I whirled away from him to head back to my table before I heard him speak.
"Are you absolutely sure? This... Mia..? She's my granddaughter? She's the daughter of my daughter Lorinetta whom I thought was dead?"
Without turning back, I answered.
"Mia. Her name is Hermione Granger and she is the daughter of Lorraine. Lorraine is what Lorinetta's name was changed to in the muggle world. She is your granddaughter and the last of the Dumbledore line."