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The days after Harry received Minerva's reply dragged on horribly. He kept himself busy with tedious tasks, mostly paper work; he wanted to be completely finished with his job, even if he didn't get the position at Hogwarts he was quitting. It was on the Wednesday night that Harry had handed in his resignation, much to the dismay of his fellow members of the magical law enforcement department.

He smiled when he looked up at the large castle, the sun had just fallen below the horizon and the castle was glowing in the half moon that smiled down at him. It had been four years since he had set foot on his old school grounds. The last time he remembered quite vividly.

…It had been about a year since Hermione had left. Just after Ginny was back on speaking terms with her mother…

Harry woke with a start, Hermione's face imprinted on his eyelids, he ran his hands through his hair angrily, pulling at his messy locks. He stood and threw his black cloak on, shoving shoes on in the process. He had collapsed the night before fully clothed in his auror uniform, he realised with a growl that it was still night.

He apparated directly outside the grounds, the large gate looming before him. He snarled at the place that once was his home and threw open the iron gates with a loud bang.

Harry immediately saw the lights in Hagrid's hut flicker on and the half-giant himself stumbling out of the door, squinting into the night for him. Hagrid saw the dark, cloaked figure and felt his heart stop beating. Tom Riddle. Was the first thought that went through his head; he withdrew his pink umbrella and pointed it at Harry, whom raised his hands in defence.

"Hagrid." Harry said, a mere ten feet from him. Hagrid suddenly smiled when he recognised his voice.

"'arry? 'arry! How're ya eh?" Hagrid said, his voice still thick from the deep slumber Harry was sure he had been in. "wha' are you doin' ere this time o' night?" the older man asked, worry coating his features.

"To see the headmistress." He spat and Hagrid took a step backwards. Harry began to move towards the castle, wand raised.

"'arry! You can't go in there! The kids!" Hagrid bellowed to his back and Harry froze and turned to face him.

"She has something that belongs to me." Hagrid frowned at this and opened his mouth, but Harry was gone, stalking off into the night, towards the castle. Harry saw the patronus shoot past him and raised his wand, the patronus immediately fading into nothing.

Rage consumed him, a hate had built up within him that was taking over his mind.

He reached the headmistress' office and glared at the gargoyle whom remained motionless, except for its beady eyes staring him down with a look of distrust.

"Let me enter." Harry spat and roared and pointed his wand at the gargoyles throat.

"Harry there is no need to hold my friend hostage." Came a stern, familiar voice from behind him. He turned and the headmistress was suddenly bathed in the golden light from Harry's wand.

"Where is she?" Harry spat as Minerva muttered the password and began descending the stairs, Harry in tow.

"What! No greeting, no hello for your dear, old professor." McGonagall said with a slight twinkle of amusement in her eyes.

"You deserve nothing; you haven't answered any of my letters. I ask you now, where is she?!" he exclaimed and Minerva raised a single curved eyebrow at him. Harry felt the eyes of Dumbledore's portrait boring into his skull but he refused to look up.

"Where is whom?" Minerva asked and Harry detected a hint of anger in her calm voice.

"You know who! Hermione! Where is she!" Minerva stood and looked up at him ever so slightly, the height distance negligible, but there.

"Harry Potter sit down this instant!" she exclaimed, but he stood his ground, glaring down at her.

"No, now I am warning you now, tell me where she is!" at this Dumbledore let out a small chuckle.

"Harry you do not threaten the Headmistress of Hogwarts and expect to get away with it." Dumbledore's face was smiling but his eyes were dark, in a silent warning.

"Shuttup you old fool!" Harry spat and Minerva's eyes widened in shock. He turned back to Minerva and his hands shook in his mixed emotions. "I NEED HER! I want her now! She is mine!" he cursed himself for sounding like a three year old wanting a toy back.

"Mr. Potter, Hermione is not property, she is a person, a wonderful person whom would not take kindly to being spoken of as if she's some trophy of yours." Minerva said darkly and Harry flinched.

"But I let… I let her steal something from me and I want it back." grief suddenly over took him and he backed away towards the door.

"And what on earth did she steal?" Minerva asked sternly.

"My heart."

He cringed at the memory; he had been very rude, to too many people. He hadn't seen Hagrid in almost a year and had never apologized properly to the headmistress and her predecessor.

He entered the entrance hall and sighed when he ran his fingers through his dark, messy hair. He pushed open the doors to the Great Hall and an immediate hush fell over the hall. He pulled his black cloak tighter to his body and looked up to the head table where the powerful figure of Minerva McGonagall stood, surveying him critically.

Neville Longbottom waved merrily at him and Harry smiled smally and waved back. Harry walked forward, towards the head mistress, who he noted, had reserved him a seat directly beside her.

It was early October; term had started a month ago. He sighed when he sat beside the head mistress who had remained standing, a serious look on her face.

"And may I present your new defence against the arts teacher, Harry Potter." He looked up pure shock on his face; the woman turned to him a small smile on hers, a twinkle in her pale green eyes. She's up to something. He thought testily and Minerva merely smirked as if she had read his mind.

The deputy headmaster, turned to him from the other side of McGonagall and smiled warmly, Flitwick still sat on many cushions to allow himself to reach his plate.

Harry waved awkwardly to the crowd and then Minerva sat down and he turned to her in shock.

"Are you serious? I mean… thankyou but… look I am so sorry… I spoke out of line that night and had no right..." he trailed off when she raised her hand.

"You were in love and in pain, I forgive you."

"I am still in love and still in pain." It appeared to be the answer the older woman wanted because she smiled and turned back to her meal.

***

"And so whilst I was laying petrified in the hospital wing Harry and Ron went down into the chamber of secrets."

It was odd how much Hermione had talked about her second year, it seemed fresher in her mind and a lot of it made more sense than before. When Clara was not in the room Hermione would avert from the fairytale style of the story and stick to the facts, Jonathon appreciating this.

"So Hermione… at the end of your second year you were not in love with him?"

"No, I had a crush on Ron."

"Seems like a bit of a twerp to me." he stated and Hermione sighed.

"He died when we were in seventh year… but yes a bit of a twerp.. But I love him a lot." Jonathon nodded holding her hand and giving it a tight squeeze before letting go.

"You should go to that dinner of yours Hermione; I am interested to hear about how Draco turned into a nice bloke." Jonathon said and Hermione laughed.

"Not for a few more years Jonathon, I will tell you that story in good time." Hermione stood, the night nurses would be journeying in now and Hermione really had to leave. "Goodnight Jonathon."

"Night Hermione."

***

Liz toyed with her very simple outfit nervously. "Hermione are you sure this isn't too casual?" Hermione chuckled from the other room.

"Liz one thing you will learn with Malfoy's is that you need to be prepared for formal occasions." At this Liz gasped. "But the one thing you learn when Lovegood's marry Malfoy's is that you learn to be abnormal or in your case look like you normally do." Hermione teased and Liz swore at her. Hermione laughed musically and walked into her daughter's room to find her wearing jeans and a green top, her choice of course. It was striking how much the clothing brought out the colour of her eyes.

Hermione felt tears in the back of her throat when she thought of whom those eyes belonged to. Hermione smiled when her daughter hugged her legs tightly.

Hermione looked down at the letter in her hand and frowned slightly.

Hermione,

Don't forget to bring the green-eyed.

Luna.

The woman's knowledge surprised and confused Hermione's logical self. If she did not believe divination was such a 'wooly' subject she would have called Luna a seer; but as it were, she most likely was one.

Hermione smiled when she entered the two story villa. It was small by Malfoy standards. It had large gaping windows, its sand washed face smiling down at her in the last few dying embers of daylight. The large white door opened suddenly and a tall, handsome, dark man came into view, his warm brown eyes smiling at her.

"You look good enough to eat Hermione." He smirked and she smiled walking forward.

"You do not look to bad yourself Blaise." Hermione teased and the pair embraced. "It's been too long my friend." He sighed when he looked down at her. She was clad simply in jeans and a shirt, as he was. Blaise looked up suddenly and noticed the two companions Hermione had.

Blaise moved forward to Lizzie in awe, extending his hand to her in welcome. Lizzie took his hand cautiously and he bent down and kissed it softly, before releasing her with a smile. "I am Blaise Zabini."

"Elizabeth Granger." Blaise's eyes showed a flicker of recognition.

"Of course, Hermione has told me about you before." His eyes then travelled to Emerald whom stood beside her mother looking up at the man with bright green, cautious eyes.

He met Hermione's gaze and she nodded, understanding his question immediately. Blaise knelt infront of Emerald and smiled warmly.

"My name is Blaise and what is your name?" he asked and Emerald smiled.

"I'm Emerald… Emmy for short." Emerald said and Blaise smiled. The dark man stood to his full height almost a foot above Hermione and cupped Hermione's face in a platonic manner, his eyes full of disbelief.

"I am glad you have returned Hermione. We have missed you." Blaise turned and lead the three Grangers into a brightly lit hall, pictures of Draco, Luna and there son lined the yellow walls. Blaise took the first door to the left and opened it for them to enter.

Hermione smiled when Draco stood from his casual sitting position at the dining table. He walked forward and enveloped Hermione in his hard arms tightly. Hermione kissed his cheek softly and he smiled. Draco turned his gaze to the small being next to Hermione and took a step back in shock when the girl looked up at him with bright emerald eyes. Draco looked back to Hermione understanding gracing his features and pulled her into an even tighter embrace.

"Draco… I have missed you…this is my cousin, Elizabeth-she prefers Lizzie." Hermione said indicating the beautiful woman behind her who smiled politely. "and this is my daughter, Emerald-"

"Emmy." Emerald interrupted and Hermione smiled smally. Draco smiled and greeted Lizzie then Emerald, and Hermione was surprised to see that Draco and a 'Potter' seemed to get along.

"So Emmy, would you like to meet my son?" Draco looked over his shoulder suddenly as if in search of something, he made a quick motion with his hand and a four year old boy stepped forward shyly. "This is Leonardis-"

"Leo." He like Emerald interrupted and Hermione chuckled.

"Leo why don't you take Emmy into the lounge next door and show her your toys? Yes?" Draco offered and the children's face lit up and they quickly moved to the second door in the room, opening it and leaving it wide, the pair of them moving to a large lounge which had a box infront of it.

Hermione sat with a place left empty beside her for Emmy, across from Hermione were two empty chairs, presumably for Luna and Leo. Draco sat at the head of the table, Luna and Hermione nearest him, Lizzie sat beside Hermione with Blaise directly across from her. The pair seemed to be taking turns staring at each other, then looking away embarrassed. Hermione smiled smally and turned to Draco whom had begun speaking.

"Does Harry know?" Draco asked tenderly and Hermione sighed.

"No Harry doesn't know."

***

AN okay okay okay, I understand that some of you want ginny brought to justice, but need I remind you

Our weaslette has not seen Hermione granger in five years…….. and Hermione shall be…. Well use your imagination…..

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