Hermione's POV

I lay on my queen sized bed, thinking about Draco. I'm sure he's already changed. I've seen him around the school sometimes. He no longer bullies anyone, even me.

I still remember his smile. It was the first time I saw it. I couldn't forget it even if I wanted to, which I don't.

It made my heart flutter, but only for a second because even if we're not enemies anymore,

I've just made peace with him for, like, only 20 minutes ago.

I lay on my bed, not bothering to change my dress into more comfortable clothes. After a while of thinking, it felt more uncomfortable so I decided to go and change.

I got a set of my pajamas and headed to the bathroom. I turned the knog but it won,t budge, that meant Draco must be washing in there or whatever he is doing.

I waited for a full 10 minutes and I tried the knob again. It opened.

I took a 5 minute bath and quickly changed into my pajamas while discarding the dress into the laundry basket that will magically clean it.

Walking to my bed, I lay down and blacked out almost instantly, but before I did, I had a sudden thought: That day was the start of our friendship.

That single thought made me smile.

2 years later

After the graduation ball, which I went with Draco, and we all left, all of my friends had lost contact with me, except for Harry who visited the hospital during his stay in this part of

England. I left my old home and moved to the other side of the country.

I got a job as a Healer and got hired in a St. Mungo's branch near my flat.

Right now, I am stting on the couch with the phone resting beside my ear.

"Hello?" I said through the phone, "How may I help you, I'm Hermione."

There was a pause and I heard a voice I recognized two years ago, "Thank Merlin! I don't know how to use this thing. Hermione, is that really you?"

"Ginny?"

"Yep, that's right, how are you?"

"I'm fine, Gin. How did you get my number?"

"Well, I heard that Harry met you in St. Mungo's and asked for your number."

"That's good," I said, nodding, even if she can't see me. "So why did you call?" I asked.

"I need you to do Fleur's friend a favor."

"Fleur's friend?"

"Yes, let me explain."

"Ok, go on."

"Well, Fleur's friend is going to get married next month and she needs bridesmiads."

"So you mean I'm going to be one of them?"

"That's right."

"Why can't she just ask her friends?"

"Most of them work out of the country, and by coincidence, the ones working in the country left for vacation."

"Oh, are you also going to be one?"

"Of course, I never miss a chance like that."

"Who are the others?"

"As far as I know, it's you, me, Fleur, and Luna."

"Ok, I'm in."

"Yay!" she exclaimed loudly, it made me a bit startled, "This is going to be fun!"

"Sure it is...I better go finish my chores. Where are you?"

"Oh, I'm at home. We have a telephone here. Dad is really interested in it, as usual," I could hear the sarcasm in her voice. I bet she must be rolling her eyes right now.

"Ginny, don't do that, he's your father!"

"Don't do what?"

"I could guess that you are rolling your eyes right now."

"How did you know?"

"It shows through your voice."

She giggled, "You always know everything, Hermione."

"Not really, well, bye, Ginny."

"Bye, Hermione."

I finished my chores with the help of magic. It was still early so I read a book. I finished two hours later. I went to the kitchen and ate my dinner. It was 7:00. I changed into my pajamas and slipped in my sleeping robes.

I didn't know much about the upcoming wedding so I decided to call Ginny and ask for the details. The only problem was I didn't have the Weasleys' number.

I called Harry and asked for it, then I called Ginny.

"Hello?" a male voice was heard through the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Weasley, it's me, Hermione."

"Hermione? Well, it has been such a long time."

"Yes, is Ginny there?"

"Oh, she's here, alright. Please wait, I'll go call her."

"Ok, thank you."

In the background, I heard him shout to Ginny, saying I called looking for her. A pause followed, then footsteps walking down the stairs were heard. Ginny picked up the phone.

"Hey, Hermione," she said cheerfully.

"Hi, Ginny, I called to know more about the wedding."

"Oh, well, want do you want to know?"

"Ok, so um, when's the wedding?"

"Fleur said it will be held on the third Sunday of March."

"Where will it be held?"

"They are still nor sure of the setting."

"What is the bride's name?"

"I think her name is Danica Beaumont, soon to be Zabini."

"Zabini? As in Blaise Zabini? Are the groom and him related in some way?"

"Sort of, Fleur said that she heard the groom is Blaise's cousin."

"Wow. Well, that's interesting."

"Yeah, imagine Blaise's face when he sees us in his cousin's wedding."

We both giggled, imagining his face of confusion and horror.

"Well, do you have anything more to ask?"

"Um... Not really. I'll call again if I have anymore questions."

"Well, I better go to sleep, you should, too, Hermione."

"Ok then, bye, Ginny."

"Good night, Hermione."

I put down the phone and went to bed, as Ginny said. I went to sleep feeling happy I heard from one of my friends again after 2 years.