Hermione enjoyed her job in the Muggle ministry, thankless though it maybe. Her daily tasks ranged from cleaning the coffee maker to fixing the fireplace for the floo network. Over the years she had kept in touch with her Hogwarts friends, expecting Ron who was now just a name avoided when reminiscing.
Shortly after her messy split with Dean, Hermione began seeing Oliver Wood. He had returned to Hogwarts to referee the Quiddich matches after Madame Hootch fell from her broom and broke her pelvis. The two were a bit of a scandal but the talk only lasted until Hermione graduated. She convinced Oliver to move into her apartment and there they stayed. Oliver complimented Hermione: even-tempered to her quick fuse, calm to her impatience, messy to her neatness. After seven years, the two subtly hinted at the idea of marriage, but neither was bold enough to ask the other, a frustrating matter to Hermione's mother.
Oliver had since resigned from professional Quiddich and had enlisted in Mediwizard training at St. Mungo's. He had grown tall and lean with curly brown hair and muddy blue eyes, which contrasted with Hermione. She had stopped growing after 16, just reaching 5'5". Her hair had lost its dark color and bleached in the sun. Thankfully the frizz had also been lost with maturation. And as if the hair wasn't enough, her honey eyes were no longer honey. Months after the two had moved in together, Oliver had brought home a homework assignment, just a simple cell on which to practice DNA manipulation. This also happened to be their one-year anniversary. Hermione had jumped onto his back in way of greeting, Oliver let loose a color changing spell which reflected on the hall mirror, and hit Hermione. Thankfully, only her eyes were affected. Where there was once a warm brown now was a light blue. Oliver joked that it was his present to her for their anniversary. Finding no way out of this change, Hermione resigned herself to her new eye color.