Author's notes:

I know half of you would be surprised with this new change of pattern of this fanfic. But I just would like to say that after the narration by Draco its time for Hermione to come into picture. Of course, we'll get back to Draco again later, but let's see what Hermione has been doing meanwhile.

P.S. Sory for the late update. School work is holding me up and exam's approaching. But I'll try to update soon. If only my server works well like good boy.

BOOK II

Moving on

"HERMIONE!"

Before I could make out the feminine figure rushing towards me, I was squeezed to death by an utterly huge and enormous figure that had popped in front of me from god-knows-where. It was until a few moments later that I could feel the oxygen once more entering my nose but before I could give a sigh of relief, this time mouth was shut by a pair of lips. I was absolutely sure that by this time I might have turned even redder than a beetroot. First, I come via the Floo which always succeed in bringing my lungs to my throat. Second, I get squeezed. And third, I get squashed on my lips. I wondered for a few moments whether I would be allowed to breathe in this house during my stay here.

At last, Ron released me, a broad smile plastered on his face. Although I was out of breath for a few moments and really wanted to snap at him for giving me such a tight welcome, I couldn't help but laugh at his excitement on seeing me back. He was a two inches taller than when I last saw him and really, he needed a shave. A small goatee was visible and Merlin knows since when did he start fancying that! As far as my memory could take me to a flashback, he hated Victor for sporting a beard other than liking me.

"If I am not interfering your cosy welcome, Ron, may I please have the honour of having a good look at your girlfriend?"

Ron reluctantly edged sideways to reveal the redheaded beauty who had earlier squealed my name. Ginny was glaring at Ron but it turned into a broad smile, exactly like her brother's, as she faced me.

No surprise as to why Harry mentioned her so much in his letters. It must be hard not to talk of your girlfriend all the time when it's hard to just stop looking at her. Ginny had turned into a fine young lady, even after surviving amongst 6 brothers for seventeen years. Her features had turned sharp but her eyes remained the same; warm and homely as Mrs. Weasley's. I couldn't but grin at her make over as she rushed forward to greet me. By now I was only five steps away from the fireplace and if people keep on rushing forward to welcome me, at this rate I could as well lean on the fireplace for the whole day.

"Atlast," she said with a sigh as she hugged me, "A girl of my age in this house with whom I may have a normal girl-to-girl talk."

I giggled as I understood what she meant. Having world's favourite hero as your boyfriend really can make you alert at every move you make towards him. And poor Ginny, with 6 men and two married woman in the house, she really can't ask for help from anybody. There's no use of asking the men and obviously not Mrs. Weasley, who seemed to be quite protective of her only daughter. And perhaps it might take years until she could trust Fleur, her eldest sister-in-law, with her private matters. Two years had passed since Fleur's official entrance in the Weasley Family, and not yet had Ginny been able to accept her wholely. The fact that Ginny never liked the Half-veela was understandable to the whole family except Bill, who never noticed Ginny's mocking imitations of his wife and her constant gibbering against Fleur. But since the War, when Bill and Fleur's Shell cottage acted as a shelter for Harry, Ron, me and three other victims after our escape from the Malfoy Manor, Ginny's attitude towards Fleur had improved till some extent and both of them behave decently with each other when Fleur isn't in her mood to show off her airs and graces or blabber about her 'ze lovelyyy school Beauxbatons'. You could obviously expect what happens after that.

"Hermione! I am asking you something." Shouted Ginny at me while waving her hands in front of my eyes.

"Yes, Ginny?" I asked as I pulled myself out of reverie.

She rolled her eyes. "I asked whether you are well. But I got the answer already."

"That is?" I asked her questioningly.

"An absolute no since you were dreaming a moment ago. Which literally means," as she pushed me out of the room towards the staircase as Ron followed us out, "that you are very tired and you need to fresh up."

"I assure you I wasn't thinking of the bathroom." I said grinning as I helped Ron pick up my luggage.

"Yeah, you were thinking of me I guess." Said Ron, grinning at me.

I punch at him on his arm playfully. Ginny and Ron laughed as I winced with pain for I had hurt myself after punching on his strong biceps. It was lovely to be back amongst some of the dearest persons on this Earth for me. Of course we aren't back at Hogwarts and I can't say whether that's a plus point or not. I miss Hogwarts terribly but having my best friends around me was enough.

That's when I realised who was missing.

Harry.

A/N: I don't this was a good chapter at all. I just couldn't bring myself in Hermione's shoes that well. I enjoyed writing for Draco and I hope it goes the same for Hermione. Also, sory because the chapter is so short. This just shows how long the fanfic is going to be. And I don't know whether that's good thing or not. Anyway, please review, plz plz plz! Will love you if you do. I will encourage me to write more.