A/N: Haha, I'm sorry everyone. I had to leave that last chapter with a cliff-hanger... It's like a trademark, anyway. This chapter should make up for it... maybe.

Sighing, Hermione sat at the new mahogany desk in her new room in the new house that she and her boyfriend shared. She pulled out a quill, a roll of parchment and some scarlet ink and began to write.

Dear Mum and Daddy,

I hope everything is well. I can't begin to tell you how much I miss you. I know you told me that it was my choice to live in the wizarding world but that doesn't mean I don't miss certain parts of the muggle one (Muggle means non-wizarding people) like Microwaves, I have to make everything I want to eat unless we go to a restaurant, which really isn't that bad. Also I miss the part about being around you guys so very often. I know now that I'm almost 18 I would be moving out but I haven't had the chance to spend these last two months with you guys, also I've been away at Hogwarts for most of the last 7 and I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love you guys and I'm really thanking you from the bottom of heart for all the support you've given me.

I'm sure you've heard from the Ministry of Magic about what had happened last week, they told me that they would be in touch with you guys but I should send my own letter anyway (Which, I may add, that I would have done without them being told to, so don't you go off thinking "Dear, Mione's gone and forgotten about me again!" because I didn't) I know you guys must be scared for me, but you've really got no reason to worry.

You see Draco and I have been re-located from his Manor ( it's really a mansion, but he was looking over my shoulder as I wrote that) in Wiltshire, that's in south-west England. I won't tell you where until I see you incase this letter gets intercepted although I have full faith in that owl of Draco's, Feryl, as he hasn't failed on a delivery yet.

We are perfectly fine. We kicked those bad people in their behinds so fast and hard they didn't know what hit them until they were locked up in Azkaban (The wizarding prison) Could I come see you soon? Write back with your answer.

Love From,

Hermione

P.S. Mum, could you send me more of your raspberry cookies? Draco keeps stealing mine!

"I do not!" said Draco indigently while munching on a cookie.

"Draco," She said looking at the cookie in his hands.

Draco looked down, "This one's mine, get your own!" He said protecting it in the crook of his arm.

She stood up, "I can't! You ate mine!" She laughed.

"So, I didn't steal it. I took it without your permission with absolutely no intent to return it."

"That's stealing!"

"You want it back?" He asked smugly.

"No, Thanks." she said before smiling. She leaned back over the desk, rolled up the parchment and stuck it into a heavy parchment envelope which she addressed to her parents in the same scarlet ink.

She then led the way back downstairs to the back porch where Feryl was sleeping on his perch. Hermione gently poked him awake. "You ready for a delivery?" she asked the sleepy owl in a gentle voice.

The owl hooted and allowed Hermione to tie the letter to his leg. She wiggled her shoulder and the owl flew up to it. Hermione then led the way through the house and out the front door where she took the bird off of her shoulder and let him fly away.

The rest of the evening was spent up unpacking all their personal belongings that they had retrieved from the Manor earlier in the day with the help of, what it seemed like half the aurors in the ministry of magic.

A team of Aurors went into the building first and cleared it but told everyone to be on their alert. Draco and Hermione had their wands in hand as they then led their aurors up the staircases to their respective bedrooms.

Tonks looked smug at this but some just looked confused. They didn't share a room? The door to Hermione's balcony was smashed into bits where first her and Draco ran through it and then it was ripped open again by the Death Eaters. She whipped out her suitcase walked to the armoire and started pulling the clothes off of hangers. She folded them quickly in the suitcase using a neat little charm she'd found in a spell book. She then began to stuff the rest of the space in the suitcase full of knickknacks of hers. She then piled every other bit of personal stuff into her Hogwarts trunk. She took a final look around her room and sighed. She turned and walked out into the hall where Draco was dragging out three large trunks and a suitcase.

They bewitched the bags to float behind them and they all walked back down to the fireplace. Tonks shot a spell at the logs in there and a roaring fire was suddenly there. They took a handful of Floo power each and with each of the Aurors holding a trunk they flooed to the three broomsticks, seeing as the new house wasn't connected to the Floo Network yet.

Hermione sighed as she hung up the last bit of her clothes in the closet in her new room. Earlier in the day she spent it spelling the walls colors. She finally settled on a deep red with a thin coat of raspberry which gave it a sort of dark scarlet look, the same look of Gryffindor Quidditch robes when they were wet.

Her trunk was empty except for a few odds and ends so she placed that at the foot of her bed. She began to stack various books along the shelves in her room. Her Standard Book of Spells were all in order from grade one to grade seven, then there were her Defense Against the Dark Arts books, her Transfiguration books, then the other books in order of her favorite class to least favorite (The only book missing was Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky.) She was just putting up her copy of Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart when she found her letter from St. Mungo's again. She picked it up and laid back across her bed

Dear Miss Hermione Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted into the Healer-in-training program. Your application was reviewed at your request and it was decided that you would be a worthy candidate to undertake this enormous responsibility. Enclosed are the required materials for your training. Training begins on September 1st. We expect your owl no later then July 31st.

Yours Sincerely,

Frederick Whipple

Dean of Admission

Hermione had sent the owl out that morning from the post office.

"Still reading that?" Draco said from the doorway.

"I can't get over it, it's so exciting." she said sitting up. He came in the door and sat down at the end of her bed. " Hardly anyone is accepted right from school. They usually have to wait a couple years, that's why I was going to Nuada's. It would make my application seem more appealing if I had done extra work on it. I'm amazed. Do you know who else got in!" she asked suddenly.

"Who?" Draco asked curious

"Neville Longbottom!"

"What?" Draco asked, his jaw dropped.

"Apparently he's been doing better this year and he submitted his application and they accepted him. He say's he's going to try to find a cure for his parents."

"Wow, miracles do happen."

Hermione smacked him. "Be nice!"

"I am nice, and because I'm so nice, I'm treating you to dinner at the three broomsticks."

"Oh, now I'm excited."

A/N: I know, short, but you do learn what all the excitement was about! So, what do you think? No...Hermione's not pregnant...yet. Oh and you pronounce the name of Draco's owl Fair-all or Feral. Dedications too...

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