What the bloody hell was that? Hermione was laying on her bed unable to get Malfoy's piercing silver eyes out of her head. Normally she would have cursed him for touching her in the first place, but she did not. She was not even in a hurry to get off of him. Now she knew she had to be in the Twilight Zone, right?

The scariest part was that she knew that she had not been dragged into the old American tv show. She knew that this was real and it freaked her out. Nope this was not happening, she would not let this happen.

She pushed Draco out of her head the best she could and went to take a bubble bath and read a book that had nothing to do with her classes. After changing out of her robes she went into the bathroom and turned on the bathtub, everything was already when she realized that she had never picked her wand up. Shit.

Hermione took a deep breath as she tightened her light pink bathrobe around her. Shit, shit, shit. How could she be so stupid?! She swung open her bedroom door only to find Draco standing there, frozen, his arm raised about to knock on her door. She froze.

"I, uh, you dropped your wand," he said awkwardly holding her wand out for her.

"I was just coming to look for it, thanks," she said taking it from hand. "Night."

"Yeah, no problem, night," he said quickly turning and heading to his room across the hall.

Hermione shut the door quickly, leaning against it for a moment. Could tonight get much more awkward? She took a deep breath and headed back to the bathroom. Flicking her wand she lit the candles scattered around her bathroom. She slipped off her robe, grabbed her book, and sank into the tub filled with bubbles.

She had to be making this more awkward than it really was. Yep, that was it. She was just being super awkward.

It was a quarter till three when she finally got out of the bath and slipped into bed. Thankfully she had absolutely nothing to do tomorrow.

Her eyes fluttered trying to make sense of what was going on. There was a tapping noise coming from somewhere and by the time she finally realized what was going on there was a very exasperated owl sitting on her window seal. She hurried over to the window removing the letter from the owl's leg before he flew off.

Harry, of course. She smiled as she sat down on the edge of her bed, quickly opening the letter.

Hermione,

Yes! We do need to get together sometime! Glad you aren't stuck on campus like poor Ginny is. Making plans to visit her next Hogsmeade weekend. Wanna grab lunch today? Just you and me? Send your Patronus if yes.

-Harry

There was no getting rid of the smile on her face.

"Expecto patronum," she said clearly watching the silver light explode from the tip of her wand. The light twisted and turned as it formed the shape of an otter. "Yes!" She squeaked flicking her wand and sending her Patronus off to Harry.

What time was it even? Either way, she knew there was not a lot of time to get ready. She rushed into the bathroom and lathered her messy hair in Sleekeasy's. When she was content with her hair she tossed on a tee shirt and a long sleeve button up with jeans and her trainers.

Now for the excruciatingly long walk to Hogsmeade. She had a feeling that the secret passages were still sealed from before the battle. At least, it was nice outside, and she was going to get to hang out with her best friend for the first time in months! Not that Ron was not her best friend, but there was no denying that things between them were different now.

She felt like she reached the Leaky Cauldron in record time, quickly making her way inside looking to see if Harry had made it there before her. It did not take her long to spot Harry's shaggy black hair in one of the back tables.

"Harry!" she exclaimed as she made her way over to his table.

"Hermione!" he said as he got up and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. He then held her out at arm's length, "Your hair!"

Needless to say, she could not help but burst out laughing which made Harry laugh too.

"Like it?" she finally managed between giggles.

"Love it!" he said with a smile sitting back down at the table where two butterbeers were already waiting for them.

"I've missed you!" she said before picking up her butterbeer and taking a sip.

"I've missed you too, it's amazing how busy we've been."

"Oh, I bet! The Prophet is doing a pretty good keep track of all of the Death Eater's that have been rounded up."

"Of course, they are. I haven't even had time to pick up a copy for months now. But it's finally starting to slow down a little, at least for now. We have to wait for the next group of trials for some more reliable leads."

Hermione nodded, drinking her beer. Harry and Ron had their dream jobs and were seeing the world hunting down dark wizards. She could not be happier for them.

It was so nice to just be able to sit and talk with him just like they had done almost every day for the last year. While she did not miss being on the run, hunting Horcruxes, she did miss spending so much time with her best friend.

They had made their way through two butterbeers before their conversation finally landed on Malfoy. She knew it was going to get brought up at some point.

"He's fine, really," Hermione reassured Harry. "Actually, and I'll kill you if you ever tell anyone, I kind of feel bad for him."

"Excuse me?"

"Not that he doesn't deserve everything he's gotten and more, but even the other Slytherins have disowned him. He just kind of sits around alone all the time. I don't know."

"Have I ever told you that you are too nice for your own good?" Harry laughed. Hermione grinned, she knew.

"As long as he's not being a little prat I really don't care. I'm just glad he's not dropping the m-word left and right anymore. Only took eight years to get it through his head."

Then came the subject she actually did not want to talk about, Ron.

"So have you talked to Ron lately?" Harry asked delicately.

"No, I have not." She was pretty sure that he knew that anyway. Those two were around each other all the time, she knew he knew that.

Harry nodded, confirming that he had already known the answer.

"So are you two really over?" he finally asked.

That was not what she was expecting. Did Ron tell him that they were over? They were over, it just sounded so final that way.

"I suppose we are for now. I told him we could see how we both feel later on, once I'm out of school if neither one of us have moved on. I'm not holding my breath, though. Not that I'm looking or anything like that, we've just both changed so much in the last couple of months. Everything has changed."

It was an awkward clump of words that sounded much better in her head than it did leaving her mouth but it was said. She would always love Ron, she was just having a hard time seeing herself spending the rest of her life with him.

They were too good of friends to just date and call it off later. She was glad she had ended it before it turned into too much of anything. If it was still something they both wanted later on then they could try again. Until then they had their own lives to live.

Harry smiled empathetically as he reached out and grabbed her hand and squeezed it. She was so lucky to have a best friend like him. He had watched her struggle with her feeling for Ron for years so he knew that this all must be difficult, and it was, but maybe not as difficult as it should have been.

They had another butterbeer each before Harry had to head back to London. He had not told Ron or Neville where he was going, which was really all for the best, but they would get worried if he was gone too long. They had also decided not to tell Ginny, it would only drive her crazy that Hermione could leave school to visit him but she could not. Just one more year before Harry and Ginny could finally be together like a normal couple.

They said their goodbyes before Hermione left and headed back up to the castle, stopping to pick up some more Sleekeasy's why she was down here. In her experience, you could never have too much Sleekeasy's.