A/N: Where's all my readers and reviewers? I miss all you and your thoughts on my story. I still don't own the Potterverse or else I wouldn't be working at a gas station.

**Draco's POV**

I escorted the lovely witch into a small and quiet restaurant on the outskirts of Hogsmeade, trying to get a hint at what she wore beneath her cloak.

"Fleur Noir? It's owned by your mother isn't it?"

I look at her with wide eyes and a quirked eyebrow.

"Well yes. Have you been here before?"

She laughed.

"Black flower. Narcissa Black. Wow so hard to figure out. Never eaten here though. Never really had the romantic type going for me from the few that went after me."

"Their loss, not yours."

We walked in and the hostess Nadine smiled when she saw me.

"Mr. Malfoy! How wonderful to see you! Your usual booth?"

Hermione stopped and gave me a look with a raised eyebrow.

"Just how often do you bring ladies to your mother's restaurant, Mr. Malfoy?"

I nodded to Nadine, and she then led us to a raised up corner booth.

"May I take your cloaks?"

I handed mine over and Hermione took hers off to show a nice turquoise belted knee length dress, black boots, and a black leather jacket. Her hair was straightened to its full length and she had done her makeup for this date.

"Mione, wow... I can't even describe how you look right now." She blushed at my words.

**Hermione's POV**

I watched the leggy model sashay away before contemplating sending a hex her way and deciding against it.

"Mione, wow... I can't even describe how you look right now."

I felt the heat rush into my cheeks.

"So how many women have you brought here when wooing them?"

"I have only been to this restaurant with four women in my whole life, and three of them are related to me. Nadine recognizes me from how often my mother and I eat here. Anything in particular you'd like?"

"Maybe whatever the special is? I love trying new foods."

"Always the brave little lion aren't you?"

I smiled as I looked down into my menu.

"But of course. I had to be, after all I went through with Harry and Ron."

"Quite the adventures from what I've heard. But maybe that's just hearsay."

I quirk my eyebrow and take a sip of the wine just brought to the table.

"Let's see, a Cerberus, a basilisk, although that was all Harry, Ron didn't like the giant spiders... Escaped criminal, death games, Umbitch, sixth was relatively quiet, horcrux hunt."

"Oh is that all? Seems so trivial when you say it like that."

"Well it's not like I'm writing a novel, I don't plan on it."

"Well you should. Your writing is superb."

"I would definitely do a much better job than that little insect Skeeter."

I saw a slight scurrying of a black insect and scowl. Petrificus Totalus. Draco watches as I pick up the beetle.

"Hello Rita darling. I wondered when you'd interrupt my evening."

**Ginny's POV**

Kitty's designs are simply amazing and I felt a presence looking over my shoulder. I turned to see Fred smiling sadly.

"I'm so sorry Gin, I broke my promise."

"Yea, yea. I've forgiven you. Did you want to see Kitty's very grand designs? They're beautiful but I'm not sure they suit me..."

I pulled out the couple of designs for my gown and look, a few of them very ornate.

"Go with that one."

He points to the one I was kinda picturing and I smile sadly.

"Freddie, that's much too grand for little old me."

He snorts rudely.

"That's utter bullocks. I want you to show Harry what a queen you are and that he better treat you as such as long as you both live."

"When did you get so sentimental?"

"What can I say? Death brings me wisdom and all the... oi, Gin, can you just accept it and move on?"

A mangy orange cat came up and I instinctively grab the cat-kneazle into my lap.

"Hey Crooksie, where've you been?" I look up at Fred. "Mione has been missing this mangy little thing, he's always getting out."

I did the normal grooming spells Mione taught me when she got him plus a few of my own. Rosie passed me and walked back with a quizzical look on her face. She reached out her hand to pet Crookshanks.

"Careful, Crooksie isn't a fan of new people."

The mangy cat proves me wrong by forcing his way to be held and loved by Rosie.

"Crooksie? No, no, no, this is Gallifrey. I'm certain of it. Let me check for his mark on his stomach." I watch as she pushes his fur out of the way to see a small infinity sign with swirls surrounding it. "It's the time lord's symbol. Lils put it there so we'd always know Gallifrey. A reference to her favorite Muggle show. Sirius had a strange attachment to him, Remus was partial either way, and Gallifrey positively loathed Peter... Should've let him eat the bloody rat..."

She looks haunted as she holds a purring cat.

**Draco's POV**

Watching the witch tie up Rita and pulling the knots tight while looking like a goddess is something I'll remember forever. She opened her beaded bag and pulled out a tiny vial cleared with a clear potion before taking the dropper and giving her more than the needed dosage.

"You realize I can just shift and get out of these ropes, don't you?" Rita said as she was trying to break free. Horror dawned on her. "You horrible girl, why can't I shift?"

"Funny thing that. I researched animagi quite thoroughly. Did you know that Muggle ropes that's been soaked in mandrake juice on the night of a full moon tied in Muggle knots will actually prevent an animagus from shifting? It works as well as heavy heavy chains, so long as one's knots are sturdy. And my knots are sturdy. My father served in Her Majesty's special forces. I learned quite a bit."

Hermione gave a smirk that would make Salazar Slytherin shiver.

"Now. What story were you going to spin?"

"I always write a few versions of every story. This was either going to be 'Golden Girl Dosed By Death Eater' where young Mr. Malfoy has ruthlessly drugged you with amortentia to gain your status and bring his name from the mud, ironically enough. The others include 'Golden Girl's pet projects: Helpful or Hurtful?' Or 'Brains of the Trio prefers Brainless.' Or 'Death Eater's Whore, the truth behind Hermione Granger.' None of it paints you in a flattering light. Happy?"

"And why do you wish to slander Ms. Granger?," I ask haughtily.

"Because she ruined everything! I was going to marry some fabulously wealthy pureblood, sit in a nice cozy manor and have everyone's secrets at my disposal!"

"And how was that meant to happen Rita? Who made you all these promises?"

She was very clearly trying to fight the veritaserum before exploding.

"The Dark Lord. I was made chief editor with all final say for the Prophet. I was to marry Lucius Malfoy once he disposed of Narcissa."

I could feel my body shaking with rage and I felt Hermione's tingle of magic silencing me.

"Why did Voldemort want Lady Malfoy disposed of? And why would you be put in her place?"

"The Dark Lord found her conversing with the Potter brat's aunt through codes and riddles he couldn't decipher and she wouldn't tell him why. Even under Crucio. He wanted her to disappear but she was too influential until he took over and had Bellatrix disown her. I'd be put there because Lucius and I were having an affair and I became pregnant."

"Pregnant? You certainly don't look pregnant. Why is that?"

"I aborted when the war was done and I had bet on the wrong side. Lucius was arrested and denied ever being with me and I had no proof."

The sneaky witch had her quill still going and Hermione just reached up and snapped it in half. A puff of magic went with it and Mione drew her wand.

"Expecto Patronum." As a little silver otter floated from her wand she made an extra movement. "Kingsley, send a few aurors to Fleur Noir in Hogsmeade to collect a certain insect before I squash her under my boots. I have her all nice and gift wrapped for you too. Arrest warrant number 3227901."

All color drained from Rita's face as the otter swam away.

"Thank you for interrupting my date. We've been looking for whoever Lucius's mistress was. Oh yes, Narcissa told us he had one but she didn't know who. Apparently you've helped quite a lot of crimes. Not to mention your own. You'll be happy to know that when Sirius escaped, they purposely developed anti animagi wards and cells. Wonderful isn't it?"

**Rosie's POV**

"Thank you for coming back to talk to me Rosie. How... how did you know Lorinetta for who she is?"

I looked at Aberforth's sad expression while I stirred my tea. I brought out a Muggle photo of Mia, Rainy, and myself from a few years ago back at Christmas.

"Abe, you often watched out for my brother and I. You and your wife visited when we were younger and had even babysat us at your house. I remembered the pictures I'd seen of both your younger days. Now look at Lorraine and Mia and tell me what I saw."

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"She looks just like Marina... Hermione... I've been watching my granddaughter grow up for years and didn't even know... What happened to Lorinetta?"

"Marina, sweet a woman as she was, recognized her as a squib right away and wanted nothing to do with her. She felt she failed you. Put her in an orphanage and told you she died on child birth. Lorinetta's name was smudged because of the rain. So the orphanage matron changed it to Lorraine. She was in and out of homes for years until she was eight when Helen and Elijah Smits adopted her. She grew up and met Tom Granger at eighteen. They married and had Hermione Jean Granger, who is thought to be one powerful Muggle born. I met Rainy in uni and became part of the family. I looked into her history with the facts she had given me without her knowledge."

"A true Ravenclaw. Much too smart for your own good. Did Albus know? Does Hermione? And when did you figure it out?"

I waved my wand and there was a duplicate photo for him to keep.

"I saw Albus the summer after the Tri Wizard Tournament, demanding he give me custody of Harry. I still wasn't 100% sure Hermione had inherited the magical gene but I asked about her without mentioning a name. He never even knew Marina was pregnant. And Mia doesn't know. I figured I'd let you approach her."

He looked at the picture with a stunned expression.

"How... how do I even approach her with this? How do I reconnect with my daughter?"

"Hermione appreciates bluntness. There's a definite side that would've done well in Slytherin but in the end she is a Gryffindor. Better to approach it head on I think. She's on a date right now in town actually. Maybe owl her and ask her to speak privately? Or go up to Hogwarts and talk to McGonagall. Then you'd be able to speak to her in place of comfort for her. This shepherd's pie is delicious Abe."