"Hey, Brent?" Hermione called through the bathroom door.

"Yes, darling?" He replied from the bedroom.

"You know it's been ten years since I went to Hogwarts?" She asked.

"Mhm." He replied, messing around with his tie. "Let me guess, a reunion?"

"Yeah. Well I just thought you'd like to acompany me?" She asked, finally opening the door and coming out with a bathrobe on.

He looked at her and smiled. "Anything for you, my dear." Walking over to her, he put his arms on her waist and kissed her nose. "I know that my reunion last year was pretty fun. It's great to see old friends." Hermione smiled up at him. Minutes passed in silence as both of them got finished dressing.

"Good. Well I have to go. Breakfast with Harry and Ron. Oh, I think Ginny is coming, too. I'll see you tonight." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and walked out the door.

Hermione sat in her office, staring holes into the air. She had just came in from breakfast and conversation had been all about Hogwarts and the reunion. This got Hermione thinking. What was everyone doing from Hogwarts? She knew that Harry and Ron were both aurors (what a surprise there!), Ginny was working along with Hermione at the Daily Prophet, Neville was doing research in different jungles all over the world with all types of different plants, Dean Thomas was playing Quidditch for the Chuddly Cannons (much to Ron's envy), and Seamus Finnigan was last working at Gringotts, for all she remembered. She had also talked to Lavender and Parvati who both seemed to be opening a cloak shop in Hogsmeade. But other then that, she really had no idea of everyone else. Sure she would bump into people once or twice, but that was about it.

Hermione smiled at all the good memories she had of Hogwarts. First year, the Stone. Second year the chamber. Third year Sirius. Fourth year the triwizard tournament. Fifth year the ministry. All the way until they defeated Voldemort between sixth and seventh year. And then, of course, was her silly little romance with Draco Malfoy. Hermione laughed to herself at the memory. She often found herself thinking about him. She knew he was in the top five richest wizards of the world list and that he was one of the top managers of Gringotts. She had read it in the newspaper and heard it from Dean. She also knew he was married to Pansy Parkinson, but not much else.

All of a sudden, realization hit Hermione. He must be coming to the reunion. I mean of course he would be coming to the reunion. Hermione found herself laughing again as she thought of the weirdness of it all. Here you have two mortal enemies who went through a silly little phase where they thought they loved each other (Well, at least one of them did. Hermione thought) but now they haven't talked since they broke up and aren't even enemies anymore, but just simply don't talk. How awkward would that be? No matter if ten years had gone by. It would still be funny to see what would come of the night. Hermione returned to her work with an even greater anticipation for the reunion.

Draco looked over the graphs and charts in front of him, trying to focus on them, but it didn't seem to work. Him and Blaise Zabini had been talking that morning about the reunion. He had to admit, he was pretty excited for it. Yet there was something that his mind had been on a lot lately. Of course it was the one thing that had been nagging him in the mind for nearly ten years now. Every now and then it would come back to bother him, only to disappear and let him forget again. He would remember it in his worst moments. Whenever he was feeling down the most.

Her.

He knew he would have to see her at the reunion, and he wasn't really sure how it would be, seeing her again. Would it be awkward for him? He knew what he had with her back in seventh year had been purely physical and any thought he had had about having feelings for her had been just the stress of it all. But still, there was something that wouldn't let him forget about her. Maybe it was the fact that they went from being disgusted at the thought of even touching each other to having sex everynight. He didn't know what it was, but she was definitely still there. Especially on his down days with Pansy. Which seemed to be almost everyday. He smirked. He would love seeing her again, he realized. Mock her, just like old times, before they had slept together and then he had embarrassed her infront of the whole school. He had to chuckle at the thought. That had been pretty clever and witty of him. Not to mention funny.

Oh, yes. This would be a very interesting reunion, indeed.